Chapter 326 Picasso of the East

How poor must this fan be, or how poor must be Su Bei, who can't even drink milk?

"You can buy two boxes of milk for this courier fee, right? You're too embarrassed to send a box over here? Your fans, it seems that math is not very good." Zhong Xiu chuckled.

Su Huixian also smiled and said, "Don't say that, no matter how fans send gifts, they are all from their hearts. Hearts are the most important thing."

When she said this, everyone naturally thought of the diamonds and necklaces she received. What do you think, everyone would rather have diamonds?

In such a comparison, it seems that Su Bei's side is really too shabby.

Su Bei didn't care either, took out the milk, and there was a small note in the box with a few childish fonts written on it.

"Give it to Bei Bei's cute baby milk! Bei Bei's little cute must drink it!"

Su Bei's heart melted instantly, it turned out that it was sent by rolling.

It seems that it has been a while, and it should have been sent by Gun Gun when she and Gun Gun had known each other not long ago.

It's just that Su Bei and Lu Shan didn't care about gifts, so they never went to open the courier.

Thinking of the cute smiling face, Su Bei was satisfied. She picked up the milk and took a sip with enjoyment.

Su Huixian and Qiu Minxuan both laughed, their faces were gentle, but their hearts were contemptuous.

Subei also has such a bright future.

The last thing left, Su Bei was just about to open it, someone had already taken a step forward.

Su Bei protects the milk baby that he has not finished drinking, and they can look at it as they please.

Anyway, even the stars picked from the sky and the diamonds dug up in South Africa are not as important as the bottle of milk in her hands.

"I don't know what it is? Let's get it for you."

Zhu Fenfen picked up this very beautiful brocade box first. The brocade box looked very comfortable and eye-catching. She opened it easily, but it was just a very abstract painting, which was Su Bei's personal portrait.

Zhu Fenfen twisted her fingers as if she was holding something disgusting, and laughed loudly: "Look, Su Bei has received a portrait, hahahaha, it's still very abstract and ugly. What fans actually put his Have you sent your writing practice?"

The others couldn't help but laugh because the painting was so ugly.

I really can't bear to watch it.

"It's just such a painting, and it's still in such a beautiful box. It's a waste of the box."

"I can draw hundreds of these kinds of paintings a day!"

Zhu Fenfen twisted it and handed it to others, completely ignoring it.

Su Bei suddenly remembered who sent the painting.

Isn't that what Feng Ze painted?

Ah, ah, why did Feng Ze send the paintings to the company so casually?

How deeply misunderstood, and how disrespectful, did he misunderstand his paintings?

Feng Ze was born with both talent and beauty. When his abstract paintings were in the United States, they were called genius works by several famous painters, and he himself was known as the Picasso of the East.

He rarely paints, but every one of the previous paintings shocked the entire Western world, and the auction price has reached an astonishing sky-high price.

However, his personality is so eccentric, he does not hold art exhibitions, does not accept interviews, does not accept customization from others, and never even mentions painting.

A lot of rich people came to him with huge cheques, but they didn't get the favor of half of his eyes.

The more so, the more those people pursued him.

The more sought after, the more Feng Ze... did not mention his pen.

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Feng Ze: Isn't it just money? Still need to make money by painting?