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"As far as the whole design style of the office is concerned, this painting is not abrupt here, and it can match the decoration style of the whole interior." I reluctantly said.

Even I can hear the perfunctory in my own tone.

"You know I'm asking you to draw." Mo Minghan turned around and looked at me.

I looked away from his gaze, muttered in my heart, frowned, and said, "I don't think this painting is very good." ”

"You don't like this painting." Mo Minghan frowned.

"I don't like it." My heart finally calmed down, and I met his gaze and said simply.

"Why"

"There's no why, I just don't like it."

Mo Minghan stared at me, his eyes glowing with cold light.

"You're the one who has to ask me." In the face of his forced gaze, I was a little weak-hearted.

"I want you to speak from your heart, the truth." He said coldly.

"I'm speaking from the heart, and I'm not half-lying."

I'm compromised.

"But you didn't tell me why."

"You're really asking me to say that?" I was worried.

"Say."

"I don't have to say who painted this painting. But this painting is too weird, too bloody! How could you love a painting like this?! A good office was ruined by this painting! I wrinkled my eyebrows.

"You hate this painting so much? You just saw the gore in the painting? "I saw a terrifying glint in Mo Minghan's eyes.

"There is also a feeling that makes me feel very uncomfortable, and it also makes me dislike this painting even more." I simply put my feelings into account thoroughly.

"Well, if you don't like it, change it." Mo Minghan suddenly put away his stern expression again, and sighed with a little emotion.

"Huh?!" I didn't understand what he was talking about. He said he was going to change the picture? With such a big painting, do you have to change it because I don't like it? I was a little dazed, and I couldn't turn my head.

And Mo Minghan didn't pay attention to me anymore, I pointed to the corner of the painting, my eyes were in a trance, I felt that the picture on this wall was changing, and after a while, the picture really changed.

It became a completely different picture. It's just that I feel that this kind of color is too strong in this office.

It was a painting of clear mountains and green waters.

In the painting, the flying mountains and waterfalls are majestic, the birds and insects are full of vitality, and everything in the painting is lifelike, as if it is going to come to life.

"Are you satisfied with such a painting?"

I was blown away by the realism of the painting and nodded stupidly. I've seen a lot of realistic paintings, but I always feel like this portrait is coming to life, and it's rare to see such a vibrant painting. I feel that this kind of painting was originally painted with spiritual power and vitality!

I just nodded, but suddenly shook my head.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Mo Minghan has a black line.

"The painting is good, but when it is placed in this room, it is too thick and colorful, and some of it is not attached."

"You don't like that either, you don't like that, what do you think?" Mo Minghan seemed to be a little unhappy.

"You asked me to say it, this is your office, does it matter if I like it or not? The important thing is that you like it! "I'm not displeased.

"Actually, I don't like your whole office, it's too empty, and the back is damp and cold, giving people a feeling of depression and loneliness, you stay in such a big, such an empty environment every day, feel lonely and lonely, don't you?!" The floodgates of my words opened suddenly, and it already made him unhappy anyway, so he simply poured out all the thoughts in his heart.

"Also, the painting just now, there is a touch of slaughter in the silence, such a heavy breath of death, how can you put a painting with such a heavy anger in your office?" I'm talking and making exaggerated comparisons.

"I feel that no matter what unhappy past you have in the past, you should let go of them, life in the world, how many days can you have, let go of what you can let go, live happily, isn't it?" I don't know what's wrong with me, so I said a bunch of things. After finishing speaking, he suddenly remembered that Mo Minghan was not an ordinary person, maybe his life would be much longer, and his words were not completely suitable for him.

But I didn't expect him to refute it anymore, but looked at me fixedly.

"Do you really see nothing but blood and carnage in that painting?"

Should I be able to see something? I couldn't adjust my thinking for a while, what else did he hope I could see? But I really can't see it, but the longer I look at it, the more obvious a desperate heartache becomes.

"You've become more sensitive, but not under your control." There was a slight sigh in Mo Minghan's voice.

"Huh?" Again, I didn't understand what he meant.

But I noticed his thoughtful and compassionate gaze.

"It's easy for your mood to be influenced by the two paintings you just had."

I was surprised how he knew, and I couldn't help but look surprised.

"Those two paintings are indeed condensed with spiritual power. It is not surprising that you feel the heightened spiritual power and can feel it. Mo Minghan said a few more words.

"Your spiritual power has become sharp, but it is out of your control." Mo Minghan's eyes were a little sad, "But continue, remember, no matter what you are about to face, I will face it with you and spend it together!" ”

I didn't quite understand what he meant for a while, so I didn't have to understand it at all.

Instead, he asked, "When can I go to work?" ”

"You can do it now, but the job position has changed." Mo Minghan glanced at me and said, "Please take a seat." He gestured to the couch next to him.

I followed his instructions and walked over and sat down.

The whole office is too big, the space is so wide, I feel like if I walk to the sofa, it will make me walk a long way.

"Your office should have more greenery." I suggested.

"My office is in the shade, and the plants don't like it here." Mo Minghan said indifferently.

"There are shade-loving plants."

"I don't have a lot of here, and I don't feel anything about plants." After I sat down, Mo Minghan also sat down on a sofa next to me.

"I want to know what exactly my job is, is it no longer for me to enter the design department?" I asked, wondering if it was because of what I had just said about the paintings that made him change his mind.

"Actually, we all know that we are not ordinary citizens of each other, so we don't need to hide anything from each other." Mo Minghan looked at me and said.