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When she turned her head to look back, his mentor, Ling Hua, walked over.

"Little smoke, what are you looking at"

Ling Hua is a few years older than her, just turned thirty this year, she is a very tasteful woman, and she is a well-known painter in the United States.

Mo Qingyan shook his head, "I may not have slept well last night." ”

Because I was dreaming last night, I didn't sleep very well, so I had such an illusion

Ling Hua hugged her shoulder, "Today's art exhibition, I'll trouble you." ”

Her students all came to help, and Ling Hua had an exhibition every Wednesday, not only showing her paintings, but also some famous paintings, so the people who came here on this day were very prominent, and ordinary people couldn't afford to buy these paintings.

Mo Qingyan smiled sweetly, "It's an honor." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, Ling Hua was not only her mentor now, but also Mo Qingyan's very good friend.

She loves coming to galleries, and her dream is to open a gallery to showcase her work, and of course she should have to be famous at that time.

Mo Qingyan and the other classmates began to sort out the paintings, and then put them out.

She is wearing a blue blazer today with a black gauze skirt underneath, formal and sweet. She looked at the paintings in the gallery, one by one, and enjoyed it.

Today I also showed a painting of her, the girl running in the moonlit night, which she painted when she was the saddest, although the pen power is very weak, but Ling Hua said that it is very vital and infectious.

Anyone who looks at it can feel an immersive and faint sense of sadness, not strong, but enough to make people intoxicated.

Mo Qingyan stood in front of the painting, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even if it's on display, no one will buy it, so just let it hang here forever.

There are more people who come to see the painting, and the people who can come are the ones who received the invitation card, Ling Hua is calculated, and he won't be invited if there are more.

Mo Qingyan sat in the hall drinking coffee and looking at the album, such an afternoon was comfortable. She raised her hand to cut her hair and chatted with her schoolgirl, chatting about the latest popular colors and fashions.

The staff of the gallery ran into the hall and told Ling Hua.

"Sister Ling, the painting of the girl on a moonlit night has three guests who like it, and they quarreled."

Ling Huayan got up, and then called Mo Qingyan.

"Xiaoyan, your painting is very popular, let's go over and take a look."

Mo Qingyan was slightly startled, so he followed him to the exhibition area. On the black wall hangs her painting with white as the main tone, and the atmosphere and light make this painting look more spiritual.

Ling Hua walked like a group, "Hello, I'm the owner of this gallery, what can you talk to me about?" ”

Chen Bangqian turned around and smiled at Mo Qingyan.

Mo Qingyan walked over and hugged her tightly, "Why don't you tell me when you come." ”

Chen Bangqian raised his eyebrows, "This is what you painted."

She knows Mo Qingyan very well, after all, she has been together every day for five years, and her painting style can be seen at a glance.

Mo Qingyan nodded, and said in a low voice, "Don't rob it from others, it's worthless." ”

Chen Bangqian glanced at the two people next to him, and then poked her.

"The two of them who are worthless have already called me for 100 million, eldest sister, you should use your brain."

She glanced at the two men next to her, obviously helping her master, is this girl being chased again

Mo Qingyan's eyes widened, can her paintings be worth 100 million, these people are blind

Ling Hua was communicating with the two men, and both of them said in unison.

"Anyway, we have to buy this painting back today, for as much as we want."

After speaking, the two men glared at each other.

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