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    Mo Xiaoyu nodded and said "Understood".

    "Understand what?" Uncle Zong asked.

    "You can make money together, but you must never sleep together."  Mo Xiaoyu smiled.

    "You guys are vulgar, but your words are not rough. If you really do that, I bet, that carload of stones, huh, you may only have stones left."  Uncle Zong smiled, stood up, and Mo Xiaoyu sent him to the elevator.

    Back in the room, Mo Xiaoyu lit a cigarette, took a sip of the old Banzhang left in the teapot, smiled, and felt that Uncle Zong's words could be trusted 80%.

    Being in a high position, it is normal to have a foreign house, and it is also normal to have a few illegitimate children. Although it is bright on the bright side, it is also dangerous, so how can it be possible to put all eggs in one basket?

    Forget it, go to sleep, and listen to people's advice to eat enough. Uncle Zong will never harm himself. If he encourages himself to pursue Tuoba Qingwan, he will harm himself.

    Early the next morning, Mo Xiaoyu deposited the car in a car wash shop, so that Peng Zhiqi had time to pick up the car. He could not take this car back to Beijing or Tangzhou. He and Tuoba Qingwan rented a car to go to Mangshi  Take the plane, and Uncle Zong returns to Beijing with the car carrying the stone.

    Adhering to Uncle Zong's teachings, in the car, as long as Tuoba Qingwan didn't talk to him, he basically didn't say a word, but how could he be silent all the way in the same car and fly to Beijing together.

    "What is Mr. Mo's business?" On the plane, the two were still sitting next to each other.

    Women are like this, if you ask this and that for nothing, maybe she thinks you are annoying, but if you play an iceberg, it will arouse their desire to melt you.

    Because Mo Xiaoyu gave her such a big pie, it was impossible for Tuoba Qingwan not to be indifferent. Because of curiosity, she also wanted to know who was working with her. Moreover, Mo Xiaoyu's performance last night gave her  Good impression, in my life circle, wherever I go, I am surrounded by men, but this man is a bit special.

    What's so special about it?  In fact, there is nothing special about it, I just don't want to talk to you.

    "Me? Student".  Mo Xiaoyu told the truth.

    "Student? Mr. Mo, are you joking? Does the student have such a brain?" Tuoba Qingwan pouted and said in disbelief.

    "I'm really a student at Tangzhou Art Institute, a painter."  Mo Xiaoyu said.

    Tuoba Qingwan smiled lightly and said, "Mr. Mo, since we are cooperating, we have to be sincere and even conceal our own identities. Isn't that interesting?"

    "What I said is true".  Mo Xiaoyu said seriously.

    Tuoba Qingwan stopped talking, she felt that Mo Xiaoyu was playing tricks on her.

    At this time, the stewardess came to deliver the food, and Mo Xiaoyu asked, "Miss, can you find me a pencil, please?"

    "Please wait".  The stewardess went to find a pencil.

    Tuoba Qingwan looked at Mo Xiaoyu, didn't know what he was doing, leaned on the seat and closed his eyes to rest his mind, and ignored this guy who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, did he give you shame?

    Mo Xiaoyu took the pencil brought by the stewardess, opened a napkin, and while drawing, looked at Tuoba Qingwan who was sleeping next to him. After a while, a sketch on the napkin was drawn, and then Mo Xiaoyu lightly touched it with his arm.  Tapped Tuoba Qingwan lightly.

    "What are you doing" Tuoba Qingwan asked before opening her eyes.

    But when she saw the napkin that Mo Xiaoyu put in front of her, a vivid self seemed to be printed on the napkin, and she opened her mouth in surprise. She is a jewelry designer and is naturally proficient in painting art  , so Mo Xiaoyu's painting skills can be seen from this simple sketch.

    "You, really learned to draw?" Tuoba Qingwan asked again holding the napkin.

    "There's nothing to hide. I'm at Tangzhou Academy of Art. You can check it out. As for painting, I won the gold medal in the painting category of the Louvre in Paris not long ago. I received a call the day before yesterday.  Art exhibition, second prize, do I need to conceal my identity? By the way, I have a gallery, if you have the opportunity to go to Tangzhou, you can go and see it, Yu Moxuan, Chunxi Road."  Mo Xiaoyu said proudly.

    "Well, I'm relieved about that."  Tuoba Qingwan raised her eyebrows and said.

    "What do you mean?" Mo Xiaoyu asked.

    "Although I am in business, I also pay attention to fate. To be honest, if it weren't for being such a big pie for nothing, I really wouldn't necessarily cooperate with you. Now it's all right. I know that the person I cooperate with is not an ordinary person.  That's fine, if one's heart falls into the eyes of money, I really can't stand it."  Tuoba Qingwan said loftily?

    "Hey, quite a personality."  Mo Xiaoyu nodded and said.

    "That is, I have always believed that life is life and business is business. Although sometimes they are inseparable, I am working hard."  Tuoba Qingwan said very politely.

    Knowing the details of each other will reduce a lot of suspicion and temptation in communication, just like them, because they are people in the same circle, the art circle, so no matter what they talk about, the other party can understand what they are talking about,  Without stopping again and again to explain what it means?

    The current Mo Xiaoyu has long forgotten Uncle Zong's warning. It is rare to have a confidant in life, and among Mo Xiaoyu's confidantes, only Tuoba Qingwan is an art designer.  Yu actually gave Tuoba Qingwan a lot of inspiration, which made Tuoba Qingwan look at Mo Xiaoyu even more highly.

    "Since I want to learn painting, why not come to Beijing, which is the capital of art and has many opportunities."  Tuoba Qingwan asked.

    "I'm still in school, let's talk about it after graduation."  Mo Xiaoyu said vaguely.

    "Well, yes, but after you graduate, you can take the postgraduate entrance examination in Beijing, so that you can find more opportunities while studying."  Tuoba Qingwan said.

    At this time, both of them were immersed in the atmosphere of art, and they forgot how much wealth was contained in the stones in the two cars escorted by Uncle Zong. Does Mo Xiaoyu still rely on painting to support himself?

    But men are always more sober than women, Mo Xiaoyu rejected Tuoba Qingwan's kindness, insisted on finding a hotel to stay by herself, and then went to her tomorrow to sign a formal contract, Tuoba Qingwan left with a trace of regret  Airport.

    "Hey, my baby girl, you're back, you know what, I'm so worried, look, I've lost weight in the past two days."  As soon as Tuoba Qingwan arrived home, her mother came up to her and hugged her tightly, unwilling to let go.

    "Okay, Mom, I'm tired and want to take a rest first."  Tuoba Qingwan said in a low mood.

    "Okay, take a rest first, I'll cook."

    Tuoba Qingwan returned to her room, spread the pencil drawing on the table, and stared at her charming self in a daze.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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