The weather outside was a bit overcast and looked like it was going to rain. Yu Yang was worried that Mo Ran would catch a cold, so he wanted to go back and add another coat to Mo Ran, but Mo Ran refused.

"Don't worry about me." Mo Ran said.

Yu Yang scratched his head, and he couldn't force Mo Ran to add clothes, so he could only accept his fate and take her to the art exhibition held at the museum in the city center.

For things like painting, Mo Ran doesn't have any talent, and it's not like Yu Yang, who can feel the quality of a painting from the details of color or lines, but these words are not perverse, just as an ordinary painting of clothes, it will also make people feel happy.

Although there seemed to be signs of heavy rain outside, there were not a few people who came to see the exhibition, and the museum did not open a large space for the exhibition.

At the beginning, Mo Ran was able to follow Yu Yang closely, but when she got to the back, she didn't know whose child stumbled beside her, and she was about to fall, and was held by Mo Ran in danger.

Looking up again, where is Yu Yang's figure?

lost Yu Yang, Mo Ran was not in a hurry, just wandered slowly along the crowd in the art exhibition. She and Yu Yang both brought mobile phones, and they could just make a phone call when they needed to get in touch.

Mo Ran was frightened by the noise of the art exhibition, so he walked towards the exhibition hall where there were fewer people.

This pavilion seems to have been opened by an unknown painter, the meaning of each painting is very simple, but the color is very comfortable, Mo Ran looked at the paintings one by one, in such a quiet environment, I feel that my mood is also a lot better.

A painting placed in the center of this relatively small pavilion is called "The Lost Little Windmill".

The picture is full of brilliant yellow flowers, dotted with a few lilac flowers, which is obviously a vibrant picture, but with a dark lead-colored sky, it makes people look a little depressed.

Mo Ran stared at the painting in front of him with some fascination, not even knowing that someone was approaching behind him.

……

"Boss, why did Mr. Gu ask you to meet at this exhibition......" Chen Hai looked at the two exhibition hall tickets in his hand, puzzled, "I really don't know what I need to prepare for this scene." ”

"Anyway, just check it out." Gu Mou said lightly, and then directly opened the car door and got out of the car.

Chen Hai hurriedly followed.

Before, Gu Mou postponed the time of recollection to tomorrow, although Mr. Williams did not raise any objections, Chen Hai could see that the people over there were already dissatisfied.

So, in order to dispel Mr. Williams's doubts, Gu Mou's father invited him to the exhibition without notifying Gu Mou, wanting Gu Mou and Mr. Williams to have a good talk and lay the foundation for the future cooperation.

Although Gu Mou was a little reluctant, he would not disobey his father, so he had to reluctantly agree to go.

The tickets that Gu Mou's father bought for Gu Mou were tickets with VIP access, so they didn't have to queue up to check in and could enter the museum directly, which could save a lot of time.

Gu Mou glanced down at his watch, and was just about to step into the museum, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a somewhat familiar face, and his footsteps slammed immediately.

Mo dye.

Mo Ran and Yu Yang were loading into the line side by side, waiting for the ticket check. Yu Yang has never been a person who will remain silent, he is well-informed, his language is also humorous, and there is a faint smile on the expressionless face of Mo Ran, who said it not long after.

Gu Mou stared coldly at Mo Ran's slightly lowered eyes, but what he thought in his heart was, when had he seen Mo Ran's obedient appearance?

It seems that in front of himself, Mo Ran is always indifferent and hideous.

With spikes, she refused Gu Mou's approach, but allowed Yu Yang to go to Shun Mao.

Gu Mou sneered, withdrew his gaze, and turned away without hesitation.

Mr. Williams came early, and he seemed to like some of the paintings in the Chinese art exhibition, and stood in front of a few pictures and admired them intently for a long time.

Although Gu Mou was not very satisfied with his father's arrangement, he still talked and laughed with Mr. Williams, and the bad impression left on Mr. Williams by delaying the meeting time before gradually improved.

But it wasn't long before Mr. Williams ran outside the pavilion to answer the phone, because he had something to do. Gu Mou had nothing to do alone, so he looked at the paintings silently.

Until he walked into a small pavilion and saw the back that disturbed his mind.

Without much thought, Gu Mou strode forward without hesitation, grabbed Mo Ran's shoulders at once, and encircled her whole person in his arms.

Mo Ran stiffened, and the faint smell of cologne on Gu Mou's body was so familiar to her, it could easily evoke her painful memories.

Gu Mou wrapped Mo Ran in his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said with a hint of mockery: "What? Your little friend didn't accompany you anymore? ”

After he said this, Mo Ran seemed to suddenly react, and began to struggle in Gu Mou's arms.

What Gu Mou hates the most is that someone dares to resist him, so the more Mo Ran struggles, the tighter Gu Mou hugs her, almost melting her into his body.