The picture frame glass shattered.

Lu Nandu frowned.

A second later, Jiang Xi heard him tickling, and his voice was a little impatient: "Fuck."

The car was parked next to it. In order to deal with it better, Lu Nandu reached out to open the car door and stuffed Jiang Xi into the car.

He didn't look at her, stared at the person over there with a bad face, and threw it onto the car door: "Don't come out."

The man was about forty or fifty years old and had dark skin. Perhaps he didn't expect Jiang Xi to have a helper. He was already angry and weakened when he saw the man in front of him.

Lu Nandu was too lazy to play games with him, and pressed his depressed eyebrows, and stepped forward to grab the man's collar: "Is there something wrong, right?"

The man was shorter than Lu Nandu and subconsciously retreated.

Lu Nandu hasn't had a fight for a long time since he left campus. Seeing the man's bad appearance, he smiled.

"How about I treat you if I am sick?"

The man did not forget to bluff at this time and stuttered: "Touch me and I will sue you the fuck!"

"Oh," Lu Nandu's tone was scattered, but his eyes were not the case, "Then just hit me?"

He grinned: "I'm sorry, I don't seem so generous, I'm a little vengeful."

The second time, his eyes turned cold and he punched the man hard on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Xi in the car had no expression on his face and was not scared by it. However, he paused when he saw the broken frame on the ground.

The wooden boards were broken and the framed glass was broken into a mesh.

Under the glass was full of fiery red, flames soaring into the sky, and the tongue of flame seemed to clamor to extend the magic claws from the frame.

The sky was filled with smoke, and the window guardrail was cut off.

The firefighter in orange was about to carry a little girl and a little boy on the windowsill onto the ladder.

The two children cried loudly, their faces covered in black and gray, and they stretched out their hands desperately.

The woman on the windowsill would never hug them anymore. She still maintained a posture of protecting them with her body, but she no longer had any life characteristics.

Her eyes were closed, her back was charred, and her tongue of flames caught her hair.

Her children cried and called out to her mother. The little girl who was crying and stretching out her hand to her mother was taken away by the firefighter. She held her mother's hand tightly and broke her fingertips separated.

The picture is frozen at this moment.

The title of the work is "Jing", and the painter on the label in the lower right corner is: Jiang Xi.

Jiang Xi's fingertips trembled slightly, and a crack appeared in his originally calm expression.

She pushed open the car door and got out of the car, but did not see another person running out of the dead corner corridor.

Jiang Xi picked up the painting, and the glass slags pierced into her flesh without reacting. Suddenly, a crisp sound was made, and an egg broke on Jiang Xi's forehead.

The sticky egg white and egg yolk fell down and dripped on the painting, and the paper was dyed.

Jiang Xi's eyes falling on the painting turned cold in an instant, and she turned her head slightly, and her eyes fell on the person who came.

The boy in front of him was about ten or twenty years old, and he was thin. He was the age when the boy was so tall. His face was a little pale and his eyes were particularly stubborn.

Jiang Xi walked towards him, and the boy stood by the car and looked at her.

In the second, Jiang Xi suddenly reached out and grabbed the boy's collar and threw it to the car door.

The boy's back hit the car door hard, and Jiang Xi held his collar with cold eyes.

The boy was not at all confused because of this, but he still stared at Jiang Xi, and then said lightly: "I cherish your works so much."

"But you are not very worthy," he said word by word: "Copy Dog, are you suitable for painting like this?"

When it comes to mistresses, his eyes are fierce and decisive.

"Quiet" is exactly the work that Jiang Xi was accused of plagiarizing. She didn't say anything and looked at the boys in a deep voice.

"Your paintings are as lowly as you."

In just a few seconds, Lu Nandu noticed that Jiang Xi had already pressed the person on the car.

The security guard ran out, Lu Nandu handed over the person in his hand to the security guard, and then walked towards Jiang Xi.

He heard Jiang Xi's cold voice: "Apology."

The boy looked at her and seemed to think this reason was ridiculous and smiled disdainfully.

Jiang Xi repeated again: "Apology."

At this time, two more security guards came over and were about to stop the dispute. Lu Nandu, who was watching from the side of the treasure, raised his hand and signaled them not to step forward.

The security guard recognized Lu Nandu and asked, "Don't you stop me?"

Lu Nandu didn't look at them, put his hand back in his pocket and said, "Do whatever she wants, don't worry."

Jiang Xi's hand holding the man's collar was not loosened, and her forehead was slightly dipped in egg liquid.

Looking at the boy's disdainful and rebellious expression, she said, "Isn't I apologizing, right?"

The boy was very white and mocked the corners of his mouth: "What I got dirty was the thing you copied."

He said word by word: "Copy, copy, why should I apologize-"

The conversation came to an abrupt end, and Jiang Xi slapped him in the face.

Perhaps he didn't expect Jiang Xi to take action. The boy didn't turn around for a moment, his tongue pushed his cheeks and his eyes, which had a joking look on the previous second, became unkind.

He turned around and seemed to be about to take action.

Jiang Xi was not afraid of him at all, and did not move at all. The next second, Lu Nandu was pulled behind him by Lu Nandu behind him.

He intercepted the boy's fist and said, "Get away."

The boy saw Lu Nandu: "Oh, this is the man you have hooked up with recently? You are living a very comfortable life."

It sounded like the two of them knew each other, and Lu Nandu frowned slightly.

The boy looked at Lu Nandu with a sarcasm in his eyes: "Is power? Is rich? Is powerful?"

Jiang Xi looked at him coldly.

Lu Nandu suddenly laughed and took a step forward in a scattered manner, as if he didn't regard the person in front of him as a human being.

"I do have everything," he leaned down slightly, his lips curled up slightly, but his smile was not enough to reach his eyes. "So believe it or not, I can't even get out even if I let you sit in prison?"

His facial features are easy to see, and his eyes are even more chilling.

For a moment, a crack flashed through the boy's expression, which was fleeting and was quickly covered up.

Lu Nandu was too lazy to say something to the person in front of him, and stood up before he could speak.

Jiang Xi never said anything else.

Tong Yun probably heard the news and rushed toward this side.

Even though Lu Nandu is not her boss, his interests are related. Tong Yun speaks people and talks lies at the same time, and he has always been respectful to Lu Nandu.

This happened downstairs of the company, and Jiang Xi is her artist, so Tong Yun has some responsibility. Protecting the safety of her artists is the company's responsibility.

"Mr. Lu," Tong Yun saw that Lu Nandu's face was not very good, and said, "I'm sorry, I'll encounter this kind of thing if you come here."

After saying that, I wanted to go up to interrogate the boy a few words and let him go.

People who can do things like attacking artists are already more extreme than ordinary people. If they are serious about him and send people to the police station, they will only attract more violent revenge after being detained.

Tong Yun was about to speak but was interrupted by Lu Nandu: "Help me take the person to the police station."

It was no surprise that Lu Nandu would say this, after all, this person touched Jiang Xi.

She didn't ask much, as this saved her trouble and replied with a smile: "Okay."

Jiang Xi still had something on her hair, so Lu Nandu took her into the car.

After getting in the car, Jiang Xi didn't say anything, and looked down at the painting on her legs.

This is the last painting Jiang Xi painted three years ago, and she has not painted a complete picture since then.

The painting was soaked with egg liquid, and Jiang Xi subconsciously wiped it with her sleeve.

The framed glass was broken, and Lu Nandu grabbed her hand quickly: "It will hurt your hand."

Only then did Jiang Xi realize it.

Seeing that she would not reach out to wipe it, Lu Nandu wanted to take the painting in her arms.

This time Jiang Xi refused: "I will take it myself."

Lu Nandu knew that this painting was of great significance to Jiang Xi, so he followed her.

Jiang Xi's eyes flashed across her paintings. This was the painting she won awards in an authoritative competition in the art world. It shouldn't be here.

Lu Nandu happened to ask: "Why is this painting in that person's hands?"

Jiang Xi glanced at him and shook her head: "I don't know."

She herself didn't know why this painting was in the hands of those two people.
To be continued...