Rong Qian trotted to catch up with him, entered the mall, and Mo Zun walked directly to the ladies area.

Although Nanjiang Zunye's reputation is huge, there are very few people who have really seen him, and the shopping guide can best identify the guests from the details.

As soon as Mo Zun came in, his momentum was extraordinary, coupled with the cold and handsome face of the water chestnut, the shopping guide's face almost smiled, and she strongly recommended the latest style of dress here.

Mo Zun looked back at his face, and his disgusted gaze swept her up and down unabashedly.

He walked inside, looked around for a while, and finally instructed the shopping guide to take down a light blue off-the-shoulder dress.

"Put it on!" he commanded.

Rong Qian's brows furrowed slightly, Mo Zun's footsteps turned slightly, he raised his hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist: "You still have ten minutes to go, I hope you pay attention to the concept of time!"

Rong Qian glanced at him, took the dress he had chosen and went into the changing room.

Mo Zun's eyes are still very poisonous many times, the skirt he chooses casually is suitable for wearing on Rong Qian's body, the off-the-shoulder dress can best show the unique charm of women themselves, Rong Qian is very thin, slender curved neck, white skin, beautiful and prominent collarbones, all of which show her beauty to the fullest.

The light blue color is simple and elegant, neat and generous, and sets off the delicate body.

After Rong Qian changed, she came out of the fitting room, and the shopping guide saw her appearance and praised this dress as if it was tailor-made for her, and no one might be able to wear her charm.

For the sales performance, the shopping guide can say anything good, and Rong looked up at Mo Zun.

His deep eyes were the most difficult to see, but at this time, the heat inside was naked and playful.

Mo Zun walked towards Rong Qian with his slender legs, Wei Yang's chin was wicked, and his vision was full of perspective, scanning her whole body, and finally asked: "Can you wear high heels?"

Rong Qian shook his head.

Mo Zun had such an expression, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a shopping guide came over with the shoes he had just picked.

It's medium heels, Mo Zun also warned: "Rong Qian, if you can't even hold up this, don't learn your course when you go back, go and sign me up for an etiquette class, and improve your temperament." ”

He just said that, and he didn't say anything.

When he changed into a pair of diamond-encrusted high heels, Mo Zun was quite satisfied, he took out his wallet from his pocket, drew a card and handed it to the shopping guide.

The shopping guide happily swiped the card, and then gave it to Mo Zun with both hands.

And said in a sweet and tired voice: "Welcome to come back next time." ”

Rong Qian looked back as he walked...... Mo Zun walked out of the mall, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, not forgetting to educate and tolerate him.

"That's the power of money. His evil eyes skimmed over: "When Grandma Mo Shao is in your share, it really gives me a price."

"In fact, as long as you want, a lot of servants revolve around you every day, you just need to enjoy it in peace, why fight so hard?"

What he said about spelling refers to the college courses that Rong Qian once fell behind by studying at home.

But what Mo Zun forgot was that he once pinched her chin and warned her to recognize her identity at all times, marry her home, and don't care about raising an idler at home, but this idler must at least be a little conscious and know his status and value!

Walking down the steps, the cold wind blows, with a bleak autumn mood.

Rong Qian was wearing only a dress on her body, her skin was covered with goosebumps from the cold, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she replied lightly: "I'm not used to it!"

Mo Zun looked back at her: "Rong Qian, do you know how many women try to get involved with me every day, so that they can stand at the top of their lives?"

"How realistic they are, they know how to scramble for the present, and enjoy the present!"

Mo Zun was in a rare mood to hear her say so much, but there was a deep contempt in that shallow tone for her behavior of not knowing herself and not knowing how to use resources.

It's like, he has been in front of her more than once, instead of studying so hard, it is better to beg him, maybe he is in a good mood, but she can be free for the rest of her life!

But Mo Zun is not her, and I don't know that the reason why she fights so hard is because she wants to take her fate into her own hands.

If in this world, even the closest relatives realistically think that they have the ability to be valuable, and if they are useless and humble like a piece of grass in the dirt, they can be discarded like rags...... So what else can be relied on?

Men's commitment?

No, Rong Qian will not put himself in that situation!

——

Sitting in the car, twenty minutes later, came to Penghu Road.

In the distance, you can see the famous cars not far away, and there are special waiters at the door to greet the guests.

Mo Zun tidied up his suit, buttoned his shirt, and covered the suit with tight white shirt sleeves, neat and extravagant, the watch with the brown belt on his wrist was like a shadow, and the majestic momentum in the high position did not need to be rendered, it could be easily felt at a glance.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door for the two of them, Mo Zun stopped on the side, and when Rong Qian approached, he raised his arm.

Rong Qian glanced at him, and with his playful evil smile, she pulled her mouth, stretched out her hand to hold him, and walked into the exhibition hall with him.

Rong Qian didn't know what this place was, but to her surprise, the exhibition that Mo Zun came to take her to participate in was actually an art exhibition.

The hall is full of works hanging on the walls, birds flying across the sea, or snow falling in the jungle...... Each one, each one, gives people a feeling of being dazzling and amazing.

Rong Qian looked at it in disbelief, maybe there was a sense of art that resonated with it buried in her bones, even if she couldn't paint now, she still couldn't suppress her excitement when she saw such a scene.

Mo Zun felt the change in her, and he turned his head, his deep eyes were floating and heavy, and he couldn't see the emotion.

When he walked around the corner, he casually said, "What's the matter?

His voice was extremely low, as if it burst out of his chest, and in this corridor where he was not noisy and celebrities passed, Rong Qian actually heard a trace of tenderness.

She flickered her eyes, raised her head, and there was a clear inside: "Mo Zun, these paintings are used by the author with delicate brushwork to show those feelings to the fullest, you say-I don't know what kind of person the owner of the painting is?"

When it came to paintings, Mo Zun's cold and resolute face also eased slightly, a little less cold, he looked lazily, and did not stop every time he swept a painting, "What you see now is just mundane things, the real ability of the owner of this painting is that he created a famous international work at the age of eighteen." ”

The surprise on Rong Qian's face was undisguised, and she turned her head to stare at him.

That elegant and feminine face, because of his youth, showed surprise, ignorance and stupidity.

Mo Zun looked at her and inexplicably hit her heart.

He looked away, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Are you surprised? I'll show you later." ”

I can't imagine what kind of character can make famous works at the age of eighteen?

The owner of these paintings is probably even more powerful than the Cyril master of the past, right?

Rong Qian secretly thought to himself, if he had the opportunity to meet such a character, it would be a worthwhile trip!

Mo Zun walked with her for a while, and then met a passerby, an elderly man, who raised his feet and took the initiative to greet people.

The person who can make Mo Zun take the initiative to greet must also be extraordinary, and Rong Qian didn't follow the past to join in the fun.

She looked at the painting on the wall, walked slowly and looked at it, her eyes fell inadvertently, and when she saw the name signed by the dragon flying and phoenix dancing in the corner of the painting, Rong Qian's footsteps paused slightly.

——Leila！

Her brow furrowed slightly, feeling that the name was a little familiar, but for a moment she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

She pondered and took another step, and not far away came the voices of two wealthy ladies, gently drifting into Rong Qian's ears.

"This Penghu Road is really hard to find, I saw the news and came here, they only marked a Nanjiang Penghu Road, who knows how many dozens? I want to know that you come over, take a ride, and you won't have so many detours. ”

"It's a very remote place, but you look at this Leila's painting, why don't you take a picture of it later?"

"That's what I mean, let's take a look, let's pick one that suits us. ”

"It's nice to look at the vineyard that comes in the door. ”

"There must be others better, go check out ......"

The voice was not loud and gradually disappeared after a while, and Rong Qian stood in place, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

Her heart beat faster in her chest, and she turned her head in disbelief to look at the painting hanging on the wall, the signature that had fallen in the corner.

——Leila！

Yes, how did she forget the news she saw in the hospital the day before yesterday, Leila, the latest rising rookie painter of the National Finance Association, will hold her own art exhibition on Penghu Road in Nanjiang on the 15th of this month.

At that time, I still saw Lu Jieran's photo and recognized her as Lu Jieran, but I didn't expect that the art exhibition that Mo Zun took her to participate in today was held by Lu Jieran!

Lu Jieran......

Rong Qian was shocked, and her surprise was not enough to express her feelings at this time, which was Jieran...... It's really Jieran.

She looked at the paintings on the wall, looking at them very seriously, and she didn't let go of Lu Jieran's painstaking and delicate work in each of them.

In my mind, I reflected the picture of her and Lu Jieran in the same frame, they faced the sun in the studio, quietly silent in their paintings, until the last stroke was sketched, and then invited each other to taste.

At that time, the years were peaceful and quiet, and nostalgia was mixed with sentimentality...... Lu Jieran succeeded, she persevered and became a rising painter, it's good!

Rong Qian looked at these paintings, and was sincerely happy for Lu Jieran.

The promise, the hope, at least one person did it, didn't it?

Walking out of the corridor, a shallow and low noise suddenly came out in front of me, and I saw a group of people in the center of the brightly lit hall.

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