Rong Qian bent down into the back seat, she closed the car door, looked up at Mo Zun, and then answered Li Mubai's question.

"Help a friend......" The words fell, she thought of the picture of her and Ji Yanlin being together because someone sent her home last time, Mo Zun was furious, and the ruthless strength seemed to be able to feel the tearing pain in her body until now!

Rong Qian lowered his eyes and clearly felt the secret powerful aura of the man beside him, the arrogant face was cold and did not show any emotion, and the right hand engraved with the black snake rested on the overlapping legs, and he didn't look at her from beginning to end.

It's as if the person who called her just now wasn't him!

Rong Qian suppressed her worries, she was talking to Li Mubai, and she was also explaining: "Paint wall paintings, and then learn to learn!"

Li Mubai turned his head: "I forgot who I heard it say, you seem to be a student of the Academy of Fine Arts, right?"

Rong Qian nodded, not understanding what he meant by asking.

Li Mubai said: "My sister's family is small, and she likes to paint, so why don't I hire you to be a family art teacher." ”

"Me?" Rong Qian pointed to herself, and in an instant she hurriedly waved her hand: "No, no......"

Facing Li Mubai's puzzled eyes, she casually made an excuse: "I haven't held a pen for many years, my skills are unfamiliar, and I may not be as good as a child now." ”

Li Mubai laughed: "Why are you so unconfident in yourself, you chose the art industry, and your ability is not something that can be learned overnight." ”

Rong Qian raised a faint smile at him, she lowered her head and stopped talking, and focused all her attention on the silent but full aura of the man beside her.

Rong Qian has some hidden worries, I don't know how much he has seen?

She and Ji Yanlin themselves are innocent, but according to Mo Zun's pride, the last time someone deliberately sent the photo to him, he was already provoking his authority, and it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't think much about it this time!

The topic of Rong Qian stopped at the unfamiliar skills, Li Mubai thought of her past experience, and the smart didn't say anything.

Putting aside Rong Qian's past, Li Mubai really feels that she and Mo Zun are quite husband and wife, one is brave and the other is weak, what a complementary pair?

It's that the parties who are deeply involved can't understand it.

Li Mubai chuckled and shook his head, the driver got off the elevated road, and Li Mubai let him go in front of him.

The driver was overly talkative and asked, "Aren't you going back to the hospital?"

Li Mubai said: "Go buy something." ”

The car stopped on the side of the road, and Li Mubai wanted to say something before getting out of the car, but in the end he didn't open his mouth.

He nodded to Rong Qian, closed the door and watched the Maybach disappear into the stream before he turned to leave.

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Because of the absence of Li Mubai in the carriage, the silent factor flowing in the air can be clearly felt.

Rong Qian lowered her head and never raised it, her hands hanging on her lap unconsciously stirred together, her silence made the atmosphere even more strangely depressing.

The driver drove his car with his nose and nose in his eyes, and ten minutes later, the car drove into the imperial city.

When he stopped, the driver said respectfully: "Honorable, it's here." ”

Mo Zun opened his eyes, his dark and dull eyes were deep, and his evil face was arrogant and cold.

He stretched out his hand and went down, ignoring Rong Qian completely from beginning to end, and waited until he closed the car door and entered the courtyard - Rong Qian, who was sitting in the car, exhaled a little.

She looked up, smiled at the driver in the rearview mirror, and pushed the door open.

The sun sets, the temperature plummets, the cold wind blows on the cheeks, and the chill is like abuse.

Rong Qian entered the villa, and just saw the man who took off his suit and put it on the sofa in the living room, he raised his arm to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt, and when his unruly eyebrows were flat and silent, he could make people feel a kind of deterrence of low air pressure the most.

Rong Qian raised her feet and went over, she was like a student who had made a mistake, folded her hands on her abdomen, came to Mo Zun's side, and lowered her head: "Mo Zun, have you eaten?"

Mo Zun squinted and skimmed away: "Heh, who is this looking like?"

Rong Qian raised her eyes, she wanted to speak and stopped, not knowing what to say.

Mo Zun unbuttoned it, and he rolled up his sleeve and pushed it above his elbow: "I see that you are having a good time, what's the matter, did I disturb your alone time with a phone call?"

He didn't completely arouse his anger, but this tone of tone that was neither yin nor yang had already made Rong Qian panic.

"No, Mr. Cyril can't be busy alone, I'm just helping to brush the foundation......"

Mo Zun got his two sleeves right, he turned around and put his hands on his waist, and raised his feet to Rong Qian: "Help me brush the foundation...... I never knew my wife was capable of this!"

"No......" Rong Qian was weak for a while.

She wanted to explain, but Mo Zun didn't have the patience to listen, and he walked past her towards the stairs.

As she passed by, the iron arm hit Rong Qian's shoulder, she took two steps back, looked back at Mo Zun's back, and Rong Qian moved her lips.

Mo Zun never believed her, so forget it......

The corners of Rong Qian's mouth raised a wry smile, she admitted that she had never done anything to be sorry for him, and such trust only existed in Mo Zun's opinion of her...... And Mo Zun deviated from her from the beginning.

Rong Qianshen exhaled a depressed breath in her chest, it didn't matter, she just needed to know that she was upright.

Other people's opinions are too tired, and it is the most rare thing for people to live as themselves!

Rong Qian went into the kitchen to give herself some hot water, it was still early, and she thought that she would come down to cook food when she was hungry later.

When he returned to the room with the water glass, he saw the light under the crack in the door of the master bedroom on, and Rong Qian guessed that Mo Zun should be inside, and he wouldn't enter her room again tonight, right?

Rong Qian had the idea of changing the key, but Mo Zun thought that no matter how she prevented him, he would still be able to enter and exit easily.

When he opened the door of his room, Rong Qian only hoped that the year would end soon, otherwise the longer the time, the more unfavorable and painful it would be for himself!

Today, she spent the whole day painting on the wall with Teacher Cyril, and the words she was going to memorize were delayed, so she changed her clothes, then sat on the woolen carpet, picked up the book and began to study.

After looking at it for a while, there was a sound from the doorknob, and then Mo Zun walked in in a white bathrobe.

Standing on top of his head with his wet hair and his arrogant countenance, he walked with one hand in his bathrobe pocket and walked with idle steps.

Rong Qian's hand holding the pen clenched slightly, feeling like he was facing a great enemy.

He came to the coffee table and sat down next to her, and the black snake took her book in his right hand and flipped a few pages at random: "You don't have anything to say?"

Rong Qian said, but he didn't have the patience to listen, she couldn't understand what he was doing when he came to her room at the moment?

"Rong Qian, you are so obsessed with paintings, did your Cyril teacher teach you anything else?" asked Mo Zun.

Doubts appeared between Rong Qian's eyebrows, she didn't understand what he meant.

Mo Zun raised his eyes, his eyes were faint, and there was a trace of black mist: "For example, your identity, why did you marry me, why are you so lucky, you became Mo Shao's grandmother?"

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