Chapter 364 Who Gave You Such Power to Threaten Me?

Dou Xiangling said politely, "Mr. Abel, my cousin and I are leaving, please get out of the way."

Abel took a deep look at Ziyi, leaving a meaningful look in his eyes, then took a step back and made a gentle gesture to the two of them.

Zi Yi and Dou Xiangling walked towards the gate together.

Zi Yi didn't care what the others said.

The two had just entered the parking lot and walked towards their car when Abel's voice came from behind them.

"Purple, wait a minute."

"What on earth is this person trying to do?" Dou Xiangling frowned, and was about to turn her head to warn him.

"Cousin, I'm coming."

Ziyi took a step ahead of Dou Xiangling and turned to look at Abel who was approaching her, and asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

"Beautiful Miss Zi, don't mind having dinner with me tonight?"

"mind."

Zi Yi said with a colder expression: "I'm a contestant here, why do I want to have dinner with you?"

Abel looked at Ziyi's face, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He felt that this kind of woman who came to be his mannequin would definitely be able to draw a body painting that would amaze the world. Thinking of this, Abel's voice became a little excited:

"Ms. Zi's words are wrong. This international painting and calligraphy competition is held in country X. I am from the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Association of X country..."

Ziyi interrupted him: "A scum?"

"What?" After Abel reacted to what Zi Yi meant, his expression sank: "Miss Zi, I sincerely want to invite you to dinner. If you don't appreciate it, do you know what the consequences will be tomorrow?"

"Mr. Abel, who gave you such power to threaten me?"

"Miss Zi probably doesn't know yet, my uncle is the curator of the art museum, you said..." Having said that, he deliberately leaned towards Zi Yi: "If I do something with your drawing tools tomorrow, your competition What will happen after... ow..."

Ziyi looked at Abel who suddenly covered his stomach with a face of pain, and said indifferently: "I don't want to know what the consequences will be tomorrow, but you will definitely be miserable today."

After she finished speaking, she took two steps back.

Then Abel's body seemed to be controlled by an invisible force and was beaten.

"Ow...Ow...Ow..."

Looking at Abel who was beaten like a rag doll, Dou Xiangling was surprised at first, then thought of something, and asked in a low voice, "Cousin Yiyi, are you letting..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Ziyi nodded.

Dou Xiangling looked at Abel unsympathetically.

At this time, the people who came out from the back came towards the parking lot. When they saw Abel lying on the ground, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, he was groaning in pain.

Everyone looked at Zi Yi and Dou Xiangling who were standing next to Abel at the same time.

Everyone walked towards the two of them.

"Dou, what's the matter? Mr. Abel, what happened to him?"

People from the X Painting and Calligraphy Association rushed over to help people.

Ziyi took out her phone and told everyone what Abel had threatened her with just now, and at the same time let everyone watch the entire video.

Everyone looked at Abel with incredible eyes.

"No one hits Mr. Abel now, why is he so miserable?"

"Did he deliberately direct and act?"

Combined with what he said about threatening Ziyi, everyone felt the truth.

Just at this time, the curator came over from the side with a group of people from the International Painting and Calligraphy Association.

"What's the matter?" He looked at Abel, who was helped to stand unsteadily as if he had been beaten by a group, and suddenly became furious, "Who beat my nephew?"

Everyone looked at him and Abel with strange eyes.

At this moment, Zi Yi showed her mobile phone to the people from the International Painting and Calligraphy Association.

Dou Xiangling's tone was stern: "Although we participated in this international painting and calligraphy competition in the name of individuals, we are also representing the empire. It turns out that the people of the X country's painting and calligraphy association treat our empire like this?"

People from the International Calligraphy and Painting Association looked at Abel and the curator.

The curator's expression changed several times at this time. He knew that his nephew liked to find ways to get people to be mannequins when he saw beautiful women.

His originally angry expression suddenly turned blue, but he thought to take Abel out first: "Abel, isn't that the case?"

"No!" Abel was inexplicably beaten by something unknown. At this time, his head was still buzzing, but he subconsciously denied it.

"Heh." Zi Yi sneered, grabbed the phone and swiped at random, and said while swiping, "Although I am not famous now, I am also a member of the Imperial Painting and Calligraphy Association. Since Mr. Abel said so, then I will directly take the The video was sent to the people from the Imperial Calligraphy and Painting Association to solve it.”

Zi Yi's words made the curator's heart sink.

Even the others were surprised.

"Are you a member of the Imperial Calligraphy and Painting Association?"

"Why don't we know?"

People from the Chinese Calligraphy and Painting Association and the International Calligraphy and Painting Association were also surprised.

Zi Yi twitched the corner of her mouth, not in a hurry to explain.

The curator gave Abel a push. Regardless of whether Ziyi was from the Imperial Painting and Calligraphy Association, he wanted him to apologize first.

This kid usually wipes his butt for him regardless of the importance, but today he actually hit the contestants, regardless of whether Ziyi is a member of the Imperial Painting and Calligraphy Association, this matter is known to the International Painting and Calligraphy Association, and it should be resolved immediately.

At this time, the president of the X Country Calligraphy and Painting Association, who came out one step late, saw such a large group of people here, and hurriedly asked.

"what happened?"

This time, Dou Xiangling stood up and told what happened.

The president of the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Association definitely couldn't make things serious, so he said to Zi Yi and Dou Xiangling with a haha, "Miss Zi, Miss Dou, there must be some misunderstanding."

"Is there a misunderstanding?" Dou Xiangling asked, "Mr. Abel said that my cousin would be unlucky in the competition tomorrow if she didn't have dinner with him. Is this a misunderstanding? Or is it that your Country X Painting and Calligraphy Association has always liked to operate in a dark box?"

"No no no..." The president of Country X's Painting and Calligraphy Association was taken aback by this, he didn't dare to take such a big hat.

At this time, the cell phone of the president of the International Painting and Calligraphy Association rang, and he went to the side to answer the phone.

The President of Country X Painting and Calligraphy Association continued to explain: "Our Country X Painting and Calligraphy Association adheres to the principle of fairness and impartiality in any type of painting and calligraphy competition. How could it be possible to operate in the dark! What Mr. Abel said cannot represent our Painting and Calligraphy Association at all. "

After finishing speaking, the president of Country X's Calligraphy and Painting Association took a deep look at Abel, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Now the president of Country X's Calligraphy and Painting Association only hopes that Ziyi will not be a member of the Imperial Calligraphy and Painting Association.