"Oh?"

To be called predestined friends by Zhang Xin, one must also understand Zhang Youlin‘s paintings.

Feng Nuanxin suddenly became full of interest. "Is he still there?"

"Just now, at the moment?" Zhang Xin looked everywhere and his eyes suddenly brightened. "There it is!"

Following the direction of her fingers and crossing the crowd, Feng Nuanxin saw a figure dressed in a straight Republic of China style Chinese tunic suit.

When her mind moved, Zhang Xin took her over and asked the man, "Mr Mu."

The man looked back and saw Zhang Xin and Feng warm heart, slightly one leng.

"Mrs. Wen."

"Do you know each other?" Zhang Xin was surprised. "Really?"

Feng Nuanxin nodded gently, "Once."

"That‘s great!" Zhang Xin was overjoyed： "Both of them are predestined friends of Grandpa. They must have many identical opinions and opinions. Then you can talk and I won‘t disturb you."

Say that finish, Zhang Xin back away.

Feng Nuanxin said first, "I didn‘t expect Mr. Mu to like Zhang Lao‘s paintings."

Albert nodded and did not open his eyes. "It reminds people of the past."

At this point, there was nothing to say at the moment.

Quietly, look at the picture.

"I like it! What‘s wrong with buying it!"

"The paintings here are not for sale. I‘m sorry, madam."

"Why can‘t you sell! I like this painting, you sell it to me!"

"I‘m sorry, madam, can‘t... ah! You let go!"

Suddenly there was a quarrel from the other side, and then the crowd surged and headed over there.

A man accidentally ran into Feng Nuanxin. She exclaimed, twisted her ankle and fell to the ground in confusion.

"Be careful!"

Albert put his arms around her.

The forehead was cold and sweaty, and Feng Nuan‘s distressed face turned pale.

"Are you all right?" Albert asked urgently.

Feng warmed his heart and bit his lip, barely stabilizing his body. "My foot, my foot is twisted."

Albert looked down and saw that her ankles were red.

Twisting his eyebrows, he suddenly picked her up.

"What are you doing?" Feng warm heart a surprised, stare big eyes at him, but subconsciously took his hand on his neck.

"It‘s abrupt to go to the hospital as soon as possible." Say that finish, Albert hugged Feng warm heart and walked quickly to the outside of the Convention and Exhibition Center.

The driver saw someone coming out with his wife in his arms from a distance. He was frightened and rushed forward： "Madam! What‘s wrong with you?"

Before Feng Nuanxin could speak, Albert replied on her behalf： "Her ankle is twisted. You will take her to the hospital immediately."

"Ah! Yes! Yes!"

The driver opened the rear seat door and Albert carefully put Feng Nuanxin in.

Feng warm heart pain and fear, grabbed his sleeve.

Albert glanced at her and sat in.

As the car started to drive, Feng Nuanxin closed his eyes and kept sweating.

Seeing her bite her lip tightly, she knew that it must be very painful.

"Call your home."

Hearing this, Feng warm heart quickly opened his eyes, "no need! Chenglin, Chenglin, is in poor health, Jiazhi has to go to night self－study."

"Then call Rowan."

Feng warm heart sarcasm smile, closed his eyes again.

Albert guessed that her relationship with her stepson was not very good, otherwise she would not have shown such a look.

Just thinking, in his pocket, his cell phone rang.

Take it out and have a look. It‘s Martha‘s phone.

"Hello."

"Husband, where are you? Is it still at the Convention and Exhibition Center?"

"I," Feng Nuanxin, who looked at his eyes, said in a low voice, "Well, it‘s still there."

"Oh, well, I see."

Martha hung up the phone, looked up at the Eye Convention and Exhibition Center and stepped forward with a smile.

She doesn‘t like to read pictures and can‘t understand them, but she still hopes to accompany him.

The cold war between the two lasted for so long, which was the best opportunity for reconciliation.

… …

Claudia really doesn‘t understand Jin Hao.

She thought that his impressions should be those of high－end restaurants, waiters in tuxedos, white girls playing piano music, candlelight, flowers, red wine and steak.

But unexpectedly, they wasted three hours in the game hall.

In fact, it cannot be said to be a waste, because she played more happily than he did.

"Coin! Game coins!" Holding Jin Hao‘s sleeve, Claudia‘s eyes were fixed on the screen and shouted.