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128 Dong Zimo

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    After sending the three of Sophie back to the hotel, unable to bear Bertrand's enthusiasm, Mo Xiaoyu had no choice but to follow the three of them to Bertrand's suite.

    "You Chinese have an old saying that it is impolite to come and not to reciprocate, right? Mr. Mo entertained us, and I can't repay him. I can only invite Mr. Mo to have a cup of coffee. Oh, this is what I brought from South America.  Blue Mountain Coffee, please."  Bertrand murmured, and then heard Chloe's stammering translation, and finally figured out what was going on.

    "Mr. Bei, thank you."  Mo Xiaoyu smiled at the old man and said.

    The old man smiled, and then looked at his granddaughter Chloe.

    "Mr. Mo, can I have a request?" Chloe was a little shy, but Westerners were bold enough to speak out anyway. The speed of speaking was very slow, but the expression was still clear.

    "Request? What do you mean?" Mo Xiaoyu looked at Chloe in confusion, and then at Sophie. At this time, Sophie kept smiling and did not interrupt.

    "Oh, it's like this. I came to China to study Chinese, but at the same time I am very interested in Chinese civilization. Aunt Sophie said that you have a good research on artworks. I want to learn about Chinese artworks from you, because  , My family is also engaged in art transactions."  When it comes to business, Chloe doesn't stutter at all.

    "Oh, about this, let's learn from each other. I'm not a good teacher."  Mo Xiaoyu smiled awkwardly, wondering if this answer would satisfy the girl.

    "Little fish, don't be too polite. In fact, Chloe is very talented in Chinese art. It won't embarrass you, and it will help you enter the Western art market in the future."  Sophie was speaking for Chloe.

    "Well, since Sister Sophie has said so, I can't say anything else."  Mo Xiaoyu nodded.

    "Oh, thank you".  Chloe stood up and gave Mo Xiaoyu a hug when he was unprepared, which caught Mo Xiaoyu off guard.

    However, in just a few seconds, Mo Xiaoyu felt a girlish fragrance, without makeup, it was a pure natural taste.

    And Chloe actually had a faint blush on her face, because she was indeed a little excited. If it wasn't for Sophie and Grandpa, she might have hugged Mo Xiaoyu for a longer time, because she smelled something very  The pleasant smell moved her heart, and it came from Mo Xiaoyu.

    Du Manxue's call interrupted all of this, and Mo Xiaoyu got up to answer Du Manxue's call, her tone was full of exhaustion.

    "What's wrong?" Mo Xiaoyu asked when she heard something was wrong with her voice.

    "Xiaoyu, I'm sorry, the money may have been wasted. I just got the news that they are ready to transfer my brother to the judicial authority."

    "Ah, how could this be?" Mo Xiaoyu was taken aback, the money is not a decimal, crap, is it just in vain?

    "I don't know, I don't know what to do."  Du Manxue said in a low voice.

    "Could it be that the person you're looking for didn't speak at all?" Mo Xiaoyu suspected that Dong Tianming had nothing to do at all, so the Commission for Discipline Inspection was about to transfer him.

    "I don't know. I will accompany Mayor Dong's mother to the Temple of the Reclining Buddha to offer incense tomorrow. If you go, wait for me at the temple and let's meet."  Du Manxue's voice was low, but Mo Xiaoyu didn't dare to say that she would accompany her at this time, for fear that she would be in trouble if she misunderstood her meaning.

    Mo Xiaoyu drove Ji Kexin's car to the foot of Wofo Mountain early in the morning, waiting for Du Manxue's arrival. He didn't want to meet Master Mingzheng who was carrying water at the foot of the mountain.  Holding a wooden bucket to fetch water, I have never seen a person with such great strength.

    But when Master Mingzheng walked past him with a wooden bucket in one hand, he was still shocked, because the bucket was full of water, and Monk Mingzheng ran past him with brisk steps.  The master's breathing could not be heard at all.

    In fact, Mingzheng did not fetch water, but went to the stream at the bottom of the mountain to fetch water for practicing.

    Mo Xiaoyu originally wanted to run up with her, but after thinking about it, she decided to stay and wait for Du Manxue to come.

    Fortunately, they came quite early, and the driver of the municipal government sent them here. After the car stopped, a young man got off first, then Du Manxue, and finally two people slowly helped the old lady down  .

    The old lady was kind-hearted and looked very kind. The most important thing was that Mo Xiaoyu found that the string of agarwood bracelets he gave to Du Manxue had been strung on the old lady's hands.

    "You came very early."  Du Manxue greeted Mo Xiaoyu naturally.

    "Just arrived".  Mo Xiaoyu cherishes words like gold and dare not speak too much.

      "Manxue, is this your friend?" The old lady looked at Mo Xiaoyu and asked Dumanxue.

    "He is my younger brother Mo Xiaoyu, the closed disciple of Master Lang Jianbai, the head of the Tangzhou Museum. Didn't I also learn painting from the master, and he is also a devout believer who often comes here to worship the Buddha."  Du Manxue can really talk nonsense, Mo Xiaoyu said in her heart, when did I become a Buddhist, but she can do whatever she says.

    "Oh, it's rare to have faith at such a young age, grandson, look at this family, you don't even want to let you chant scriptures with me, what's your name, Xiaoyu?" The old lady was surprised when she heard that Mo Xiaoyu was also a Buddhist.  It is gratifying.

    "Yes, grandma, my name is Mo Xiaoyu, you can call me Xiaoyu."

    "Okay, okay, this is my grandson Mo, you are all young people, you should learn from each other, especially you, Zimo, learn more from Xiaoyu, you are also engaged in art, look at them, they are all Master Lang  His closed disciple."  The old lady began to teach her grandson a lesson.

    Now Mo Xiaoyu can't hold back anymore, if this Young Master Dong spills all his grievances on himself, he has to listen to it, but after looking at Dong Zimo, he finds that this guy does not have the arrogance of a dude, but is very similar to the old lady.  Like, kind face.

    "Grandma, you are too much."  Mo Xiaoyu said humbly again and again.

    So, Du Manxue accompanied the old lady to climb the mountain, followed by Mo Xiaoyu and Dong Zimo.

    "Xiaoyu, who is older?" Dong Zimo asked, handing Mo Xiaoyu a cigarette.

    The children of officials and eunuchs are either very arrogant or very low-key. The arrogant one wants the whole world to know that his family is an official, while the most brilliant ones weave their own web in a low-key manner, making a fortune in silence.  Dong Zimo is undoubtedly such a person, and this may have something to do with his father Dong Tianming's education. In Tangzhou official circles, Dong Tianming is famous for his forbearance.

    But Mo Xiaoyu understands that such a person is the most terrifying. From the case of Dumanshan, it can be seen that Dong Tianming's scheming is deep. Although he hasn't communicated with Dumanxue yet, Mo Xiaoyu went back last night and thought about it for a long time.  Dong Tianming probably meant that Du Manshan was transferred by the Commission for Discipline Inspection.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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