After Mo Yishen brought the porridge to the dining table outside, he went into the kitchen to bring out a few side dishes, and then slowly untied the apron on his body.

He didn't raise his head: "After watching it for so long, do you think it looks good?" ”

Yan You was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Good-looking, Mr. Mo, you are so virtuous, how should I reward you?" ”

Mo Yishen smiled, raised his head, met her eyes, and looked a little serious: "It's better to make a promise with your body!" ”

Hearing this, Yan You paused for a second, and said, "Okay!" ”

******

The empty gallery is full of art, and the walls are sparsely hung with colorful and delicate works, which shine more and more brightly under the projection of light.

The exhibition is relatively quiet, and occasionally enthusiasts stop by their favorite works and praise them softly with their peers.

In the cubicle office inside the gallery, Mo Yishen leaned on the leather sofa and casually flipped through the exhibition catalogue.

After a long time, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Mo Yishen thought it was a good word, and looked up for the first time, but he could see someone coming, and then turned his head sideways.

Ange's expression when he came in was rich, he was stunned for a while, and shocked for a while: "Why are you here?" What about his boyfriend? ”

The girl said that her boyfriend had come to Paris, and that he was sitting in the middle room, and he thought about saying hello.

But what's going on, why is Mo Yishen here?

Mo glanced at him with deep disgust.

A glimmer of light flashed through his mind, and Anger felt that he was trembling when he spoke: "No, no, what's the situation?" ”

Closing the album and throwing it aside, Mo Yi said in a deep voice: "What's not?" Not a boyfriend or girlfriend? ”

Aang opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything.

Mo Yishen got up and interrupted indifferently: "It's really not, to be precise, it's a fiancé relationship." ”

Watt? Aang was surprised.

Mo Yishen walked to the door frame, glanced at Yan You, who was still busy outside, and squinted at Ange: "You are very idle?" Then go and take over Yu's job. After saying that, he went out.

Leaving Ange with a bewildered face.

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There was a celebration banquet after the exhibition, Yan You wanted to excuse himself and accompany Mo Yishen, but there were not enough people, and it was not possible without her as a foreman, but fortunately, Mr. Mo was atmospheric enough and simply agreed to accompany her to the celebration banquet, so that work and love are not wrong.

At the celebration banquet, the lights were bright and staggered.

Yan You, dressed in a black and white uniform, shuttled through a group of suits and leather shoes with a wine tray, slender and slender.

Although it is an art exhibition, there are many business people who love famous paintings.

Yan You was busy for a long time, and finally had time to rest.

As he looked, he was holding a wine glass and talking to a few people who looked like elites, and there were really acquaintances everywhere!

He stood there, his posture leisurely, his demeanor, and his noble air was revealed in his gestures.

Yanyou looked at it and thought: How can it be so good-looking!

Just as I was thinking about it, I was tapped on the shoulder from behind.

Ange's yin and yang weird voice sounded: "Tsk, your eyes are straight, pay attention to your image!" ”

Yan You turned around and glanced at him: "What are you doing?" ”

Ange clasped his hands to his chest, looked at the man, and poked Yanyou with his fingertips: "What kind of eyes do you say, you haven't taken a fancy to such a handsome person as me, why did you fall in love with that facial paralysis." ”

Yan You raised his eyebrows and looked at him sideways in displeasure: "Do you want to be like you?" Expressions like idiots? People are low-key and introverted, and they are quiet, okay. ”

However, he really doesn't have too many expressions when talking to people, and more often he has an indifferent face, making it difficult to distinguish his true emotions.

Anger crooked his mouth angrily: "Am I like an idiot? ”

Yan You smiled: "It's good to know." ”