Mr. Fu, after my wife is reborn, I won’t marry you unless you are the one to marry her.

Inside the museum.

The crowds are full of people.

"The organizer said they have invited the real Nan Mu over! It's on the third floor! Hurry up!"

"Nan Mu? That's Gu Wan's sister Gu Yanxi? Really?"

"Why are you lying to me? My friend sent me a message, saying that he saw Gu Yanxi in person, and he's even prettier than the fake one just now!"

"Damn, I'm Yan Gou and I want to watch! Wait for me!"

"..."

Gu Yanxi sat at the table with a stack of limited edition prints in front of him.

The organizer had already spread the news that there would be a lottery for autographed prints on site. At this moment, there was already a long queue in front of the table, all of them were the lucky ones who had qualified.

The fans waiting to get the autographed prints were relatively quiet, but the people watching her were chattering non-stop.

"Damn it! Is the real Nan Mu so good-looking? I don't want the prints anymore. I dare to take a group photo. Is that okay?"

"This Nan Mu beat the fake one just now. Sure enough, the fake not only faked his strength, but also his beauty, which is vulnerable to the real thing."

"I heard that she has been there all along. How could I not notice such a beautiful person?"

"It shows that he is low-key. Compared with Gu Wan who is dressed as if he is going to attend some grand dinner, this is what a real creative person should look like."

"This opportunity to witness the beauty of the world with my own eyes is what I deserve when I get up early to watch the exhibition."

"..."

Shen Zhao stood blankly in the crowd.

He found that fans almost quickly accepted the fact that Gu Wan was not Nan Mu and Gu Yanci was Nan Mu.

But he still couldn't accept it.

How could this be?

He was here to support Gu Wan.

But now this is Gu Yanxi's home court, and everyone has long forgotten about Gu Wan.

He watched from a distance as Gu Yanxi smiled heart-warmingly at every fan who greeted her, watched her calmly and elegantly sign the prints and hand them to the fans...

Almost everyone around her was praising her for being so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.

Gu Yanxi, is she really that beautiful?

He looked directly at her and had to admit that he could no longer deny this fact.

She is indeed beautiful.

The gentle incandescent lamp shines on the girl's body, which is gentle and beautiful, and the temperament exuded from her body is cold and clean, which is unattainable.

This kind of Gu Yanxi was even more eye-catching than Gu Wan.

Gu Wan wore a hat and mask and hid in the corner, looking at Gu Yanxi surrounded by the crowd, coldness and jealousy growing crazily in her eyes.

In such a big scene, she originally thought that Gu Yanxi would be so nervous that she would shrink back, but she actually just sat there and acted as Nan Mu so naturally?

Is she out of her mind?

"Mr. Fu, Miss Yan Xi is giving signed prints to the fans who won the lottery."

Guan Hao led Fu Yanci all the way to the third floor. When he saw his CEO looking in the direction of Gu Yanxi and frowning, he thought he didn't understand these people's fuss, so he opened his mouth to explain.

"Lottery?" Fu Yanci looked confused.

Guan Hao looked around, then pointed at the lottery applet code posted on the wall, and said to him seriously:

"That's it. Scan the QR code to draw a lottery. Each user can only have one chance to draw. Those who win the winning logo can queue up to see Miss Yan Xi to receive the autographed print."

Hearing this, Fu Yanci lowered his eyes, looking thoughtful.

Yanyan's autograph.

Can he draw it?

Guan Hao just glanced around twice, turned around and saw his CEO sneakily scanning the code on the wall with his mobile phone, and was immediately stunned!

Is this something that a manager of the Fu Group can do?

Fu Yanci scanned the QR code carefully, and his face turned dark when he saw the "not winning" result displayed on it.

So he stared at Guan Hao.

Guan Hao was stunned for two seconds before reacting, and quickly scanned the code with his mobile phone.

Then he handed the phone to Fu Yanci and said, "Mr. Fu, I didn't get it either."

Fu Yanci turned his head away without saying anything, and pursed his thin lips into a straight line.

He took another look at the people who gathered around and showed each other the autographed prints with great interest, showing some envy.

Guan Hao whispered beside him: "Mr. Fu, what does it mean to sign a print? Miss Yanxi will personally give you her new work "The Tempest" later. It is the only real painting. I don’t know how many streets there are with these printed prints!”

Fu Yanci's unhappy expression eased slightly.

Guan Hao is an eloquent person and added: "This is the first time Nan Mu has given one of his paintings to others. The treatment you enjoy is unique."

The corner of Fu Yanci's mouth raised a subtle arc.

Director Cheng saw Fu Yanci from a distance and hurried over with a group of people.

"Mr. Fu, I'm really sorry for making you laugh."

When Cheng Jizhou thought that he had just introduced Mr. Fu that Gu Wan was Nan Mu and asked the two to say hello, he turned around and revealed that Gu Yanxi was Nan Mu.

This is simply ridiculous.

I don't know if Mr. Fu thinks this is ridiculous like him.

Cheng Jizhou pointed in the direction of Gu Yanxi again, "Mr. Fu, Miss Gu Yanxi is still sending autographed prints to fans. Would you like to go with me somewhere else first?"

"Ah."

"By the way, Mr. Fu, it's lunch time after the exchange meeting. Would you like to stay and have a meal together then?"

When Fu Yanci heard this, his eyebrows moved. He glanced at Director Cheng and seemed to hesitate to speak.

Guan Hao was keenly aware of it and quickly asked, seemingly unintentionally: "Director Cheng, will the painters attending the event today also have lunch together?"

"Yes."

Fu Yanci raised his eyebrows slightly, "Lunch will be as arranged by Director Cheng."

How could Director Cheng He De allow Fu Yanci to stay here for dinner? He suddenly became happy and said, "Okay! I'll prepare in advance!"

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time flies.

In the blink of an eye, Gu Yanxi gave away all the autographed prints.

Under the leadership of the organizer, she transferred to the painter exchange meeting.

Cheng Jizhou had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Gu Yanxi, he smiled and said to the others present: "Miss Nan Mu is the youngest painter present, right?"

"It's really like the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!"

"Miss Nan Mu is not only young and promising, but her appearance is also so outstanding. How can we old aunts live like this?"

"Hahaha!"

"Could this painting in Miss Nan Mu's hands be the new work "The Tempest"? I heard that Miss Nan Mu will personally give this painting to Mr. Fu today?"

Facing the eyes of everyone falling on her, Gu Yanxi's eyes suddenly collided with Fu Yanci's in the crowd.

He was sitting in the center, with deep black eyes, cold white skin, and tight lips, giving off a bit of coldness that would keep strangers away.

Not sure if it was her illusion, but Gu Yanxi felt that the moment her eyes met his, the alienation and cold pride in his eyes instantly turned into a soft light.

It turns out that the "Mr. Fu" Director Cheng was referring to just now was Fu Yanci?

Gu Yanxi's fingers resting on the edge of the picture frame couldn't help but rub it twice.

Perhaps the desperate situation when she was about to die that day gave her too much inspiration. After this painting was created, it can be said that she was the most satisfied among all the works.

When she created "The Tempest", she didn't know that the painting would be given away. At that time, she even thought about keeping it for her own collection after the exhibition.

So when she learned that Gu Wan had promised to give this painting to the sponsor of the art exhibition, she was a little regretful.

But if this new painting is to be given to Fu Yanci...

The unhappiness in my heart immediately disappeared.

She felt inexplicably that he would definitely live up to this painting.