C3 Brainstorm at the Painting Exhibition

In the evening, Joe had no work to prepare for the press conference, so after dinner, he curled up on the sofa with his potato chips and watched a movie. Suddenly, an adult's head appeared on the projector, startling Joe.

Qiao Yifan glared at Sid in displeasure. "What are you doing? You're blocking me."

Sid had changed into a casual and relaxed homemade suit, one hand in his pants pocket, the other holding a hardcover folder. He stood in front of the projector's curtain with a confident air, the shifting light flowing through him, making the sharp lines appear even more devilishly handsome.

"Pa!" He threw the book in his hand in front of Qiao Yifeng. "The exhibition starts at 6 o'clock tomorrow. Before that, understand everything inside thoroughly. It's best to memorize everything."

Frowning, Joe picked up the book and flipped through it to find that it contained all the background information on Beeson himself, as well as his personal art genre. Flipping through it, he found that it was the work and analysis of Ji Fanluo's works from various periods.

"Just like before, you will stay by my side tomorrow. I will not look at the painting, so you can dictate what you see and what you feel and what you see."

"I know," Joe said impatiently. "It's just like the last sculpture show."

"Last time, hmph, you were completely lucky." As he thought of the last sculpture exhibition, Sid caught fire.

Last time, he had organized a document for her to refer to. When he checked it at night, he saw that she had fallen asleep with the book in her arms.

He also assured her that she was working so hard, but when she looked closer, she found that it was stuffed with tablets. She had fallen asleep playing a game of B Lady, and the game's male lead's flirtatious words were still playing on her screen.

The next day, when she was at the exhibition, she made a lot of nonsense about the sculptures, and he knew she was making it up. The sculptor came to greet him and ask his opinion, and he had to polish it up with Joe's.

Fortunately, the sculptor was a strange man, and he liked this new idea. He treated Sid as a bosom friend and even communicated with Sid.

"The people who came this time are all master painters and senior hidden painters. They can't be fooled that easily. It doesn't matter if you lose face or not, I can't afford to lose face." Sid's face was grim and his tone was serious.

Qiao Yifan held the document tightly and muttered under his breath, "A beggar is still so fierce …"

The sound of the movie distracted them.

The plot was reaching a critical point as the male protagonist pressed the female protagonist against the wall and kissed her madly.

To be honest, Qiao Yifan couldn't help but feel a bit awkward in such a scene.

Xi De Ying raised his eyebrows and sneered, "What? I usually don't satisfy you, so you want to play the game of B Lady and watch this love movies to satisfy your hunger?"

Joe lied with his eyes wide open: "We artists need to see some soul-stirring creations to draw inspiration, and people like you who have no taste can't understand."

Of course, she wasn't stupid enough to say that he couldn't do art to anger him, so it was better to be alone.

Sid stepped forward, closer to the sofa, and looked down at Joe's poem with a dangerous air.

Joe immediately shrank warily into the corner of the sofa. Unbeknownst to him, she had created a convenient angle for Sid to trap her. Sid leaned forward slightly and stretched out his long arms, pressing them against the sides of the back of the sofa.

It was as if he'd embraced Qiao Qing Shi from this angle.

Seeing Hilde's lips on the verge of falling, Joe had no choice but to close his eyes.

At a distance of a few millimeters, Sid stopped and leered comically at the hairy head in front of him. It was not like there had been no close contact between them.

He tilted his head slightly and spoke darkly beside her. In a bewitching and magnetic voice, he said, "If you can't memorize it, you're dead for sure."

Qiao Yifeng was stunned for a few seconds. Then, he suddenly opened his eyes. Sid had already walked up to the second floor and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

The next day, Qiao Yifeng walked into the brightly lit exhibition hall, wearing a demure and low-key dress. His slender white hands were wrapped around Sid's arm.

Because he had married into the Xi Family, he had attended many famous people's private banquets. Now that he had to deal with such a big occasion, his manner was very generous and proper.

The two of them circled the room, and Joe introduced the paintings to Hilde, one by one.

In order to not expose himself in front of others, Sid would always bring Qiao Yifeng along to such an occasion. Qiao Yifeng explained the painting to Sid according to the information he had previously obtained, and when his master asked about Sid, Sid would tell him about it.

Sometimes Joe couldn't help but admire Sid. With so many pieces of art on the field, he was actually able to blindly remember the meaning of all of them. He told her every word without the slightest error.

It wasn't easy for Qiao Yifan to finish browsing in the exhibition hall. Just as he was about to go to the resting area to drink some fruit juice, her explanation just now had caused her mouth to become dry.

A young and clear male voice came from behind him, "Mister Xi."

Sid, his hand still on Joy, who was about to slip away, turned and nodded politely. "Hello." He introduced Joe in a low voice, "He is Bi Xun."

Joe stopped, turned, and saw a handsome little boy in fresh, clean clothes.

Bi Chen had always kept a low profile when it came to his work, never revealing his age or authenticity. He had only seen paintings as evidence of his age, but he didn't expect that such a mature painter would actually be around her age.

Similarly involved in the art of painting, Joe felt that his pride had been crushed into a pulp.

There was a gentle and lovely woman standing beside Bi Tong. She looked elegant and dignified, but was not a petty person. She extended her hand to Sid and said, "Hello. I've heard much about Mister Xi's name. I'm Bi Qin's elder sister, Bi La."

Qiao Yifan felt that this woman's aura was not ordinary, and … Attracting the opposite sex.

Bila and Hilde began to talk, but Beeson himself did not like to talk, and Beeson only smiled quietly, occasionally glancing at Joy, who did not feel much about it, except that Hilde and Miss Bira were very much in the way of each other's eyes.

That Miss Bila accidentally twisted her leg, and Sid heroically gave her a hand. Qiao Yifeng was extremely unhappy, so he took advantage of the situation to rest in the resting area and let her see everything!

However, this was not an excuse. She had explained it to Hilde so much that smoke rose from her throat.

In the lounge, in front of a table full of fruit platters, Joe pokes his fork gloomily at a Hami melon, as if he were poking at someone, wishing he could poke a few hundred holes in it.

"Miss Qiao's interest is to prod the cantaloupe into a beehive before eating it?"

Qiao Yifeng came back to his senses and came before her with a harmless smile while fiddling with an antique pocket watch. This kind of boy reminded people of beautiful adjectives: pure white, green, and clear.

Qiao Yifan stared blankly at his smile and said thoughtlessly, "You make people think of gardenia."

Bi Xun didn't expect her to say this. He was obviously startled for a moment before his smile intensified. "Miss Qiao is truly an interesting person."

Joe, in his poem, chatted idly with Beeson, unaware of what was going on in the other part of the hall.

He weighed his pocket watch in his hand and glanced casually out of the room.

When he saw that Billa had brought the unconscious Sid to his family's car and left, he snapped his pocket watch shut. "Miss Qiao, I still have things to do. Please excuse me."