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When the waiter put nearly half of the sweets in front of Su Luan on a tray and was ready to put back, Su Luan threw away the pudding box he had finished eating, and his voice was quiet.

The waiter's face turned pale, and the one who asked for help took a look at Ding Yishan.

"Mrs. Mu may not understand that this club was opened by Lu Shao before his death and was incorporated into Lu family last year."

Ding Yishan glared at the waiter, but did not come over. He only said a word across the crowd.

"Lu Shaosong smuggled and sold drugs. His money came from a wrong way. I remember his assets were auctioned by the bank."

Su Luan was holding his chin and puzzled.

"There's no rule that the Lujia can't participate in the auction."

Realizing that Su Luan is not easy to deal with, Ding Yishan no longer entangles himself. With a cold face, he drops a word and goes back to the crowd for social intercourse.

Easy to deal with the provocation, Su Luan quite a master lonely feeling, looked down at the remaining ten sweets in front of him.

No matter how delicious the desserts are, I feel greasy in my mouth. I saw that there was a cup of boiled water in the drink put down by the waiter on the next table. I got up and took it.

She didn't worry that it was white wine. There were different cups of orange juice, red wine, white wine and water in this club.

After half a glass of water, my mouth is not so greasy.

Su Luan is staring out of the window, and a strange voice rings in her ear.

"Hello, my name is Siro. I'm a painter. May I sit here? "

Su Luan looks back and sees a foreign man standing not far away, smiling at himself. His deep facial features are not conspicuous, and his eyes are gentle with a trace of unruly.

"Sorry, I'm not used to talking to men other than my husband."

Su Luan carefully hides the guard in the eye, smile estranges.

"I don't mean anything else. I just feel like you're mysterious. It's great. Before I saw you talking to that man, it was very charming. I wish I could draw you a picture, would you

Siro did not shrink back because of Su Luan's indifference. His eyes were eager and he expressed his will eagerly.

"Sir, if you keep pestering me, I'll call security."

Su Luan's eyes crossed with displeasure.

To pay attention to nothing is to steal or to cheat.

Even if this man is really a painter, she can't accept that he is inspired by one of her performances and wants to paint himself.

"Well, since you insist, I can only leave. Here is my business card. You can call me if you change your mind. "

Siro is full of depression. He takes out a business card from his pocket and puts it in front of Su Luan. He is about to leave.

"Luan Luan, this gentleman also means well."

Mu Yucheng came through the crowd and sat down beside Su Luan, with her arms naturally around her waist and looking at Xiluo.

"Sir, would you mind drawing a picture of our husband and wife?"

"Of course not!"

Seeing the turn of events, Ciro's eyes were bright and excited to break the sound.

"Mr. Ciro's paintings have won prizes. The most valuable painting sold for 30 million yuan. Mrs. mu, it's a big loss for you to refuse his paintings. "

Bai Jinglin and Mu Yucheng came together and introduced him with a smile.

"Impolite."

Su Luan's eyes flashed with surprise and apologized sincerely.

Yesterday, she also said that Sangxi was discriminated against regionally. In the twinkling of an eye, she doubted Siro's intentions because he was a native of country A. It's really not right.

"It's OK, miss. If you don't know me, you should be on guard. It was my abrupt offense. Well, can I start painting at once

Siro is smiling heartily, the eagerness in the eyes does not decrease but increases.

Su Luan's performance before let him very amazing, eager to draw her stubborn and gentle perfect fusion image.

"If you can, I hope you can call me Madame."

The waist was not light or heavy pinch, Su Luan back stiff for a while, leaning on Mu Yucheng arm, smiling to remind.

"Sorry, you look so young. I'll try not to make such a mistake."

Mu Yucheng was satisfied with this and asked himself:

"will the portrait take a long time? We have to go to work tomorrow, and it's not convenient for my wife to stay up too late

"It will take a little time. But I can sketch a outline first, and retouch it. After I go back, it will take about a week. Do you think so? "

"There's nothing you can't do. It is a great honor for us to be the scenery of Mr. Ciro's works. "

Mu Yucheng's smile looks a little scattered, but also gives a kind of precious impression.

The sketch took two hours. After the end of the sketch, muyucheng left his own phone call to Siro. Just as the banquet was about to end, they said hello to Bai Jinglin and left.

Sitting in the back car, Su Luan couldn't help but ask her questions:

"why did you agree to let Siro paint us?"

Muyucheng is not so easygoing."A lot of people think that Ciro is just a stage name."

Mu Yucheng fiddled with the business card on his hand. On the business card, only the words of famous painter and Siro were marked, and there was no surname. Bo Yi's lip corners floated with a playful smile.

"No one knows. His full name is Ciro Otto."

"Otto? Is he the son of viscount Otto and bona? "

Su Luan suddenly opened her eyes. She would never forget the name of the person who wanted to kill herself.

But Siro looked warm and hearty, unlike Bona at all.

And she didn't see any resemblance in her looks.

"Ciro Otto, 29, is unmarried. He was used to painting since he was a child. At the age of 16, he concealed his identity and entered Zhenjiang Academy of Fine Arts in a country.

At the age of 18, he won the first prize of the Academy of fine arts, and the educational methods of the college could not satisfy his desire for learning. He traveled far away from home to study. In two years, he walked through more than 300 cities, almost all of the cities in country a.

Twenty years old, a little famous. At the age of 24, he has won almost all the painting awards in a country.

And he himself is very strict with his works.

It is said that he once went through a painting exhibition and found that the other party sold his early works at a high price. He took pictures of his early works on the spot and tore them to pieces. He scolded a piece of dog excrement and dared to hold it up to heaven.

At that time, people did not recognize him as the original painter and criticized him in succession. However, he pointed out the poor painting style.

Later, everyone knew that he was Siro himself, and they all said that they had never seen anyone smash his own signboard like this. "

Mu Yucheng's deep voice read Siro's life and knew him like the palm of his hand.

"I had a fight with my family because I refused to get married, but in fact, I was very filial. The purpose of this visit to country y is us. He has a calmer head than his two cousins, which is more worthy of our prevention. "

Su Luan was amazed at the details of what he knew.

The perfect camouflage that Siro thought had no flaw, but he didn't know that he had been touched by muyucheng.