Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 355 Chapter 350 Six: The Unfamiliar Young Man
"I'm sorry sir, I may have... a bit of a cold."

Since just now, Jiang Chuchu has sneezed several times in a row, and she knows she doesn't have a cold, Jiang Chuchu muttered in her heart, probably someone is talking about her.But she apologized with an apologetic expression on her face.

At the same time, I couldn't help complaining from the bottom of my heart-the professional tenth-level commentary I prepared was used to entertain this strange guest before Professor Gu heard it.

This is a strange man with a gentle appearance, white, clean, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. The mirror reflects light slightly, making it impossible for her to see his eyes clearly.

He shook his head to express his indifference, and smiled again.

"It's okay, let's take a rest first and drink some hot tea."

Jiang Chuchu waved her hand, "It's okay, we can go on to the next venue."

After finishing speaking, she was about to take a step, when suddenly, the man stretched out his hand, and the palm fell on her arm. With a gesture of stopping, under Jiang Chuchu's surprised eyes, he smiled slightly and said:
"This winter is extremely cold. Many people around me catch a cold if they don't pay attention to keeping warm. People always think that they won't get sick before they get sick. Miss Jiang doesn't wear much clothes, so it's better to be careful."

Jiang Chuchu stared at him blankly.

The man's tone was neither urgent nor slow, and his voice was very soft, sometimes even requiring her to move closer by a centimeter or two.

"I guess, you may be a little cold..."

Jiang Chuchu didn't think anything at first, but when this man said it, she suddenly felt a little cold coming out of nowhere, wrapping her tightly...

Jiang Chuchu is not a person who abides by the dead rules. Although Professor Bai told her to introduce it well, since he wants to take a rest, she can't force him to visit, can she?

So she smiled and stretched out her hand to lead the way: "Then come with me."

Asking the staff of the art museum to make a pot of tea and send it to her office, Jiang Chuchu held the teacup in her hand, watching the heat rising from the teacup, the sudden coldness just now slowly dissipated.

She raised her eyes to look at the man opposite.

He had suddenly appeared in the art gallery two hours ago.

When he came, the man brought a painting with him. Jiang Chuchu had never seen someone who came to an art gallery and brought his own painting, so he couldn't help but go over to look curiously.This is a big surprise—the painting brought by the man turned out to be by her favorite painter Mark Damon, and he proposed to donate the painting to the Kyoto Art Museum.

This time, even Curator Bai was startled.

Not to mention how much Mark Damon's painting is worth, for oil painting lovers, the meaning of the painting itself is enough to attract everyone.But now, a person suddenly appeared, holding this precious painting, and casually said that he would donate it, which is really strange.

Curator Bai naturally wanted to ask clearly.

The man is very polite, and he doesn't feel cramped under the scrutiny of everyone.

He introduced himself as "Wu" and he is an overseas Chinese who returned from overseas. This painting was won by him at an auction abroad. He planned to bring it back when he returned to China for a long-term stay.But he didn't have any relatives in China, and he felt that the painting would be buried if he only admired it by himself, so he came to him and wanted to donate it to the Kyoto National Museum of Art so that more oil painting lovers can appreciate it.

(End of this chapter)