Zuo Qingxuan seems to be very successful in disguising.
In fact, it was an inflated balloon, which burst with a single poke and turned into rubbish.
Just like it is now.
Ugly face, angry and jealous eyes.
The fierceness and decisiveness that must have trampled her under her feet.
Gee~
She couldn't help saying, "Miss, if you use determination and cruelty to develop your talents, you might really be able to join the World Association."
The word World Association stung Zuo Qingxuan.
Since she knew that Mo Luan was the eldest lady, she had lost all hope.
She is the granddaughter of the old president. Will she be a sculptor who is at odds with Mo Luan into the World Association?
From that moment on, her life and career stopped.
Her head was dizzy and painful, and she couldn't believe that everything in front of her was real.
This is a dream, a nightmare that Mo Luan brought to her.
As if seeing what she was thinking, the girl nodded and put a bag of spicy strips in her pocket.
He took one apart, and his handsome posture seemed to be holding a cigarette.
Inexplicably charming.
There is a young man gasping underneath, the eldest lady is so flirting~
Mo Luan said: "Everything today is indeed a nightmare for you. However, after the dream wakes up, it will not dissipate. On the contrary, it will entangle you forever and haunt you for the rest of your life."
She deliberately lowered her voice, adding to the momentum of her whole body.
Everyone else is listening.
Zuo Qingxuan's face turned pale and was terribly scared.
The disgusting girl laughed softly, "Interesting."
She looked at the curator, and said in a brisk tone: "Curator, don't look so ugly. I won't anger your art museum. Instead, I watched a good show of life transformation."
Because of the eldest lady's dressing ability and calm temperament, the audience who believed that the eldest lady was good-natured and scholarly bowed their heads in shame.
They saw the wrong person again.
The eldest lady is the devil.
The young man behind said in a low voice: "...Scent of scholarship, calm, but not gentle."
"Her gentleness is what you can see?"
As soon as he said this, the young man and the people around him were taken aback.
They turned their heads "swish".
Seeing a slender man leaning in the shadow, an unlit cigarette was in his hand.
The black mask covered his face, exuding an inexplicable vibe.
Someone whispered: "It seems to be Xun Dashao?"
"Will he come to the art museum for his character?"
"Maybe it's just like it, shhh, don't discuss it, Xun Daxiao doesn't like other people's comments."
If today's discussion reaches Xun Dasao's ears, they will be in trouble.
Everyone shut their mouths instantly, watching the eldest lady slap her face intently.
Xun Jie sneered softly.
Eyelids lifted, his eyes fell on the stage.
The curator wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "Miss, I'm really sorry, this fact is an accident today, and we will have a dinner to apologize to Miss."
"That's not necessary."
Mo Luan looked at Zuo Qingxuan, who gritted his teeth, “When choosing artists in the future, put character first, and the world of art should not be contaminated by muddy things.”
"Yes Yes Yes."
The curator responded quickly.
She turned and left, walked to the selection bench, and stopped abruptly after walking two steps.
"Oh, forgot."
She patted her head, turned around, looked at Zuo Qingxuan and said, "I never imitate anyone!"
The crowd was in an uproar.
The girl sat back in her seat and stretched her waist, "Okay, go to the exam."