Chapter 35 Shen Zhouyi, she is mentally ill!

The media at the door were squatting all the time, so naturally they would not miss this abrupt episode. Seeing someone pushing the security guard outside the door, they rushed up to find out the situation.

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"Open the dog's eyes and see who I am. They all said that I know you, Da Painter Shen, offended me, don't want to mess up?" He Yihua's chest was obviously stiff. Because of the fracture problem, he forced to endure the pain. As a result, the security guard refused to allow him to enter, and he was even more furious.

He picked up the crutches that were mounted under his armpits and waved them straight to the security guard's head.

The security guard Yu Nian retreated repeatedly: "Sir, please show your invitation or ticket."

"Fuck, crippled stuff, get out of here!"

He Yihua was extremely irritated and swung away the person and rushed inside.

Seeing how he was injured, the security guard couldn't force him to get it out, so he could only follow him.

There is a noise and noise.

Many people in the exhibition hall stopped, looked back at the people at the door, and whispered to what was going on.

A position close to the inside.

Pei Jinxing still maintained that lazy position, leaning against the edge of the booth, playing with wheat casually in his hand, smiling in his eyes, it was cold.

When Shen Zhouyi came out.

He Yihua had already come in, which made everyone frown and discomfort.

The atmosphere of good artistic enjoyment was destroyed.

See people.

Shen Zhouyi's expression was also extremely calm. She waved her hand and signaled that Yu Nian and another tall security guard would not have to stop it.

Seeing that Shen Zhouyi was coming, He Yihua immediately smiled and walked forward in a close voice: "Look, Zhou Yi is still sensible. I am your childhood sweetheart. I don't have any eyesight to see you."

He reached out and was about to put on Shen Zhouyi's shoulder.

But Shen Zhouyi took a step back lightly and felt distant: "Is your body so fast?"

This sentence really stabbed He Yihua in his heart. His expression was obviously distorted, but when he thought of today's purpose, he forced himself to follow it.

"Don't worry, I can't die, but don't let me catch the ignorant little face, otherwise, I will kill him!"

Shen Zhouyi's eyes were obscure, and there was an arc hanging on his lips: "Is that right?"

What a coincidence.

The young man who is ignorant of life and death is here.

She wanted to see what he planned to do.

"As for breaking in, it was the idiot you raised who didn't have the eyesight to see you. I have an invitation letter. He Lin didn't come to ask for two electronic invitation letters that day, one of which was for me. I originally wanted me to come over and meet you well that day to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect to meet you in advance."

He Yihua smiled as if nothing had happened before.

But his outfit, who just came out of the hospital, really didn't look like he was attending the exhibition seriously.

Song Rongyan also walked to Shen Zhouyi and frowned: "What's wrong with this person?"

She had never met He Yihua, nor did she know who He Yihua was.

Shen Zhouyi looked at the person in front of him indifferently, and said calmly: "One, an old friend."

He Yihua then laughed even more arrogantly. He circled around Shen Zhouyi with a smile on his face: "Yes, I said that he is a childhood sweetheart. Look, Zhou Yi has become a great artist. This is a great artist. Look at this podium, it makes people envious. It looks pretty good, and you can still see your bad luck before."

When Song Rongyan heard this, he immediately understood that this person was here to find fault.

"What are you bullshit?" She couldn't hold back her temper for a moment, and she grabbed her bag and was about to go over, but she was pulled back by Shen Zhouyi. The beautiful face of the person involved was calm,

His eyes were so gentle that he seemed to have no temper, but it was inexplicably shocking.

When He Yihua saw Shen Zhouyi's expression, he immediately covered the ribs he had just connected and smiled, arrogantly: "Look, look, this is this expression. When I was not ten years old, I was just such a desperate expression. You guess, who is the great artist you are after?"

He raised his voice and looked around.

Seeing that everyone's expressions were not very good, he pointed to his temple with a look of fear: "Shen Zhouyi, it's abnormal here, she--"

"I'm a mentally ill!"

Huh!

Those who could understand Chinese took a breath in an instant, and felt it was incredible.

Her eyes couldn't help but fall on Qingqing Luoluo, who was standing there. The women who were not as clumsy as the women of aristocratic families were not as good as the women.

...Sperm, mental illness?

This word falls on such a well-educated, etiquette, gentle and uninjustice woman. It is really a big deal.

But the man's expression didn't look like a lie at all, it was too real.

For a moment.

The atmosphere began to become weird.

The media outside the door's eyes lit up. They didn't care whether the person involved would be hurt or affected. They just wanted to dig deep into the private information of this famous young generation of dark horse painter with a reputation. They wanted to hit Shen Zhouyi's face with a long spear and short cannon.

Pei Jinxing of the inner hall swept over He Yihua and the media almost indifferently, and a biting sarcastic sneered in his throat. His body, which was originally lazily leaning on the display cabinet, stood up straight in an instant. The scattered and depressed on weekdays all dissipated, with folds on his eyebrows, and his dark eyes were so cold that they were scary.

The next moment, he raised his long legs and moved toward the side step by step.

"Idiot, come and smash your aunt's place and seek death!"

Song Rongyan's face was so cold that she took off the sharp high heels from her feet and smashed them on his head. If He Yihua hadn't been hiding quickly, there would be a blood hole on his head.

He Yihua hurriedly said to the media outside: "Photo! Don't stand there and see the news that popular female celebrities maliciously hurt people, and it's so explosive."

Media reporters' blood boiled and kept pressing the shutter.

Song Rongyan didn't care about this, and sneered at the side with a dark face: "Are you dogs? You wag your tail when you bark? Slap, come on, shoot me hard, see how this idiot's brain is blooming! Give you a wave of KPIs at the end of the year!"

It was obvious that Song Rongyan was about to fight.

Shen Zhouyi, whose expression had not changed at all, spoke out: "Ayan, let him say."

A very quiet and soft voice.

But it is extremely important.

Not afraid at all.

Looking at He Yihua's eyes, it seemed like he was watching a joke that was nothing to do with him and a fool who was entertaining the public.

Song Rongyan pulled his lips coldly, and slowly lowered his hand holding high heels. Ming Yao and Zhao Feiran immediately stepped forward. Ming Yao went to pull Song Rongyan in fear, while Zhao Feiran stood in front of Shen Zhouyi and said with a calm face, "Don't panic, the exhibition continues, we will solve the problem as soon as possible. I'm sorry to give everyone a bad experience."

He appeased the guests.

Don't want the exhibition to be screwed up.

Lu Ziqi also frowned slightly and looked at Shen Zhouyi with thoughtful thoughts.

She only felt that Shen Zhouyi was calm. Although she looked gentle on the surface, she always felt inexplicably chilling all over her body, and she also felt very strange.

But Shen Zhouyi's face slightly coincided with the person in her memory, and she inevitably had a filter for Shen Zhouyi...

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He Yihua felt that he had the upper hand and was even more proud. Relying on the media, he became even more rampant and pointed at Shen Zhouyi with one hand: "Since everyone knows nothing, I will break the news to you. Shen Yan asked you to know, right? That was the noblest lady in Yongcheng back then, that was her mother. She died that year, which was a sensational event, but what do you think of her daughter?"

He deliberately exaggerated the atmosphere, rubbed his arms, and said with a very cold chill: "Shen Zhouyi, at her mother's funeral, there was no tears falling off! He even said coldly that her mother's body was too ugly, and he said that he could not ask the embalmer to come over and clean up, what should I do if I was in a hurry to bury it-"

"This is what a normal child under ten years old said? So the old man of the Shen family threw her to the asylum in anger. He wondered if she had any mental problems. Such an abnormal mental woman was so popular. Isn't this slap in the face?"

Seeing the faces of the people around him change drastically.

He Yihua tsk a few times and continued to poke the bone marrow: "A high-profile female, a great artist, enjoys the praises of the world to her, is well-educated, gentle and dignified, and a rare art genius, but she pretends to be a mental illness. Everything she shows is an illusion. Isn't it quite shocking?"

He was afraid that everyone would not believe it.

He took out an old piece of paper from his pocket.

"This is the evidence! Come and see, this is the checklist she had in the psychiatric department of the madhouse back then!"

The words are over.

Needles can be heard around.

Deadly silence.

Less than today, I feel really uncomfortable, rest slowly, good night, love little boys

(End of this chapter)
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