Mo Xin sighed, "But that's the uncle's son after all." ”

"It's their grandson, that's enough."

Song Cangyuan's voice was a little impatient, which made Mo Xin shut up.

The two men fell silent in their own hearts.

In the car, Mo Xin's mobile phone rang, breaking the silence between the two.

It was an unfamiliar number, she hesitated for a moment, and picked up the phone.

"Hello! Is this Miss Mo Xin? ”

"I am!"

"I'm here at the Mercedes-Benz 4S shop, the car you booked has arrived, please come and pick up the car when you are free."

"Okay, thank you!"

"Cangyuan, can you accompany me to pick up the car after work tomorrow? By the way, take the report. ”

Mo Xin hung up the phone and looked at Song Cangyuan in the cab.

Mom said...... Let's take the time to go back and have dinner with grandpa, I want to ......"

Song Cangyuan's eyebrows frowned, "Okay!" ”

A simple word, I don't know whether to promise to accompany her to pick up the car or go back to Jingyuan for dinner.

"Then I'll wait for you downstairs in your company tomorrow?"

Mo Xin continued, in fact, she had always had Rachel in her heart.

"No, I'll have David pick you up."

Song Cangyuan interrupted her plan to take this opportunity to meet Rachel with a light word.

Rachel has become a thorn in Mo Xin's heart, she always feels that there is something between Song Cangyuan and Rachel, and she always has to find an opportunity to verify it to feel at ease.

Mo Xin thought that Hui Jingyuan naturally wanted to achieve his goal through the birth of the old man.

It was better for his parents and grandfather to tell him about it than to ask him for it.

The car quickly entered Huaihai Villa, and the door of the villa slowly opened.

Mo Xin got out of the car, Song Cangyuan was still in the car and didn't move, and Mo Xin stood in place waiting for him.

"You go in first, I'll smoke a cigarette and come in."

Song Cangyuan's face was calm, and he said lightly out of the car window.

"Good!" Mo Xin hooked his lips and smiled, and left.

Song Cangyuan in the car didn't want to smoke, but because he promised Ji Shuman to help her find earrings.

As soon as Mo Xin left, he began to rummage in the passenger seat.

Ji Shuman was painting on the second floor of Wangshu's studio at this time.

In front of the drawing board, she wore a loose suspender white gauze skirt on the floor.

The long hair is draped behind him casually, the shoulders and neck are snow-white, with some reddish marks, and the arms are slender and smooth, revealing a moist light.

The delicate face without powder, the forehead is slightly sweaty, the eyelashes are thick and curly, the big black grape-like eyes are concentrated, and the pink little tongue unconsciously licks the red lips, where there is a slight wound.

She was half-kneeling and half-sitting, her slender legs bending horizontally on the chair, and her red nails were very eye-catching.

Holding an acrylic paint plate in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, carefully fill in the drawing board.

A "click" sounded behind him.

"Fang Muyan, why do you always like to secretly photograph others!"

Ji Shumana didn't look back and knew that it was Fang Muyan filming her.

Fang Muyan has a white T base, a beige overalls overalls, her hair is pulled back at will, and she uses a pencil as a hairpin, revealing her smooth forehead and cheeks.

She has a pair of black-rimmed glasses on her face, her skin is fair and delicate, and her facial features are delicate.

She was holding a glass of iced American, holding her mobile phone in one hand, and still admiring the back of the beautiful woman she had just taken.

"This figure, this legs, this side face, tsk, it's so beautiful, I'm drooling! Shuman, if I were a man, I would have to chase you! ”

Fang Muyan handed the ice American style to Ji Shuman.

Ji Shuman put down the paint plate and paintbrush in his hand, got up with his little feet, took out the wet tissue on the easel and wiped his hands, took the coffee in Fang Muyan's hand, and smiled in his big round eyes.

"You're not a man, you're chasing me!"

The two people looked at each other and smiled, which was to understand each other's laughter.

When she was in a foreign country, Fang Muyan was also her spiritual pillar, but fortunately, Fang Muyan and Sam accompanied her through that unbearable time.

"Shuman, I'm painting your dream lover again, when will I see the true face?"

Fang Muyan looked at the outline of the man on the painting and asked her.

Ji Shuman's pink lips were holding straws, and she smiled, "Of course the lover of my dreams is only in dreams!" ”

In the painting, a black butterfly stands on the man's shoulder, but the outline of his face is clouded and blurred.

"Hmph, I want to tell Xu Zhiyuan that you are in Cao Ying's heart in Han!"

Fang Muyan shook her head in disbelief, caught a glimpse of the red mark on Ji Shuman's neck, and a treacherous smile suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Yo! Xu Zhiyuan, this kid is out! ”

Ji Shuman put down the ice American style in his hand, touched his collarbone with his thin white fingers, his eyes were shy, and he pretended to be coquettish: "Mu Yan, I hate it!" ”

"The strawberries are all planted on the neck, are there any on the chest? Come and show me! ”

Fang Muyan continued to tease her and came up to pull her skirt.

Two girls chase and fight in the studio.

Suddenly, Ji Shuman's mobile phone rang.