He said: "Do you know why Tang Moyu is so kind to you?!" Mu Wanqing shook her head in confusion. How did she know why Tang Moyu was so kind to her?!
After seeing Mu Sen off, Mu Wanqing returned to Tang Moyu's room and looked at Tang Moyu, who was lying on the bed, sleeping deeply, in a trance.
She sat numbly on the sofa nearby, her ears filled with the words Musen said to her before he left.
He said: "Don't look at Tang Moyu who is just playing around every day, just like a pretty young man. In fact, he is very stubborn. He once had a childhood sweetheart whom he had been in love with for twenty-five years. He was about to get married, and he had already chosen a wedding ring.
, but in the end, that woman ran away with another, richer man. The reason why he was good to you was actually just because you looked so much like her."
Mu Wanqing never expected that Tang Moyu lived a careless life, but there was so much hidden behind his back.
I've been very drunk recently, just because I know: his childhood sweetheart is getting married soon.
Because everything Tang Moyu was experiencing at this moment had also been experienced by her, so she could really understand that mood and feeling.
Is there anything more painful than Ling Chi in the world?!
Yes, that is: being forgotten, abandoned, and no longer asked by the person you love deeply.
Nan Juefeng and Wei Yutian stood in the lobby on the first floor with side glances, instructing the maids to hang up the paintings that cost 30 million to frame. Their expressions were extremely contemptuous.
Wei Yutian couldn't stand it anymore: "First of all, second brother, I'm not denying your level of appreciation. Secondly, I'm not looking down on my youngest son's skills. I'm just telling the truth. Second brother, this painting, you
It's better to withdraw it. Although the content is very rich, the situation is a bit too serious. Hanging it in this glittering hall is a bit low-grade."
"What are you talking about? You are sitting in my house. I haven't disliked the polluted air yet. How dare you dislike my son's paintings? That's not good?!" Wei Yutian's words just fell, and he admired Fan's sharp sword.
My eyes were already flying. I simply didn’t want to live anymore.
Wei Yutian was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he immediately shut up.
Yang Mufan glanced at them coldly, then turned around and said hummingly: "Don't be jealous, don't be jealous. If you don't have a son to draw paintings and give you gifts, you can't stand my son painting for me, right?! You
Look at the paintings drawn by my son. They are beautiful, vivid and concrete. The characters are so lifelike, and there are birds flying in the sky..."
Just when Yang Mufan was immersed in the scene of admiring Mu An's hand-painted paintings, Nan Juefeng couldn't stand it anymore and coldly replied: "I painted you as a bald man with three hairs. You are very happy. Do you think it's perfect?!"
"I said you are jealous, but you still don't admit it." Yang Mufan ignored what Nan Juefeng and Wei Yutian said and stubbornly snorted, "I am happy. No matter what my son paints me into, I am happy."
When Nan Juefeng heard this, he immediately sneered in his heart. For the first time, he realized that Yang Mufan was really mean.
Then, Yan Mufan looked at the two maids who had finally hung the painting on the wall. He frowned and pondered for a moment, as if talking to himself or saying to the person next to him: "Hang it in the living room, it will...
Isn't it unsafe?! What if someone with bad intentions steals it?! Let's hang it in the study room." With that said, Yang Mufan strode upstairs.
