"Okay, you guys take it easy, don't break your body, mom is waiting for you to give birth to a little granddaughter for me." Gao Xueqing saw that her son and daughter-in-law were so affectionate, and she felt that her little granddaughter might already be on the way.

"Mom. It's early. Ling Mo remembered that Ning Yuanlan said that she didn't want to have a child so early, so she didn't want her mother to say this in front of her.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it, lest you say that I nag." Gao Xueqing accepted it when she saw it, and poured a large cup of her own soybean milk machine-ground soy milk for Ning Yuanlan, "Girls should drink more soy milk to beautify their faces." ”

Ning Yuanlan thanked her, and went to the company with Ling Mo after breakfast.

Zhou Jiayao hadn't come yet, the two kissed goodbye reluctantly in the car, and Ling Mo allowed her to get out of the car.

"Why don't you go to work?" When she turned to close the door, she saw him also getting out of the car, and immediately asked suspiciously.

"I'll go in with you." He walked over, took her hand, and walked towards the villa together.

The first few times he came to pick her up, he didn't look carefully at the hand-painted wall she painted, yesterday I heard her say that Zhou Jiayao made her feel like she had met a bosom friend in painting, Ling Mo had a small pimple in his heart at that time, today, he wanted to see her works.

On the gray walls, her work is already half-finished.

On the edge of the entire wall, she drew a minimalist version of the window lattice, "This is the ...... Three-dimensional painting? ”

He has also seen such works abroad, and pictures of these murals have also been circulated on the Internet, but when he sees it with his own eyes, there is still a fake effect, and the wall in front of him is not a wall, but a window.

"Hmm." Ning Yuanlan nodded, "Give me another week, and I'll be done." ”

"Ning'er, I never knew, it turns out that you ......" Ling Mo didn't know how to describe her mood at the moment, her talent was really not ordinary.

"Do you like it?" Ning Yuanlan didn't expect a man who left IT to appreciate the art of fine arts.

Ling Mo nodded, how could he not like it? He loved everything about her, "I'm looking forward to that hand-painted wall in the master bedroom." ”

Hearing this, Ning Yuanlan smiled shyly and leaned on his arms, "The workers will paint the hand-painted wall first, and I will start painting the master bedroom next month." ”

"Take your time, we're not in a hurry." Ling Mo lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "I'm going to the company." ”

"Okay." She smiled, and at the moment when he finished speaking, she stood on her tiptoes, took the initiative to kiss him, and then walked with her to the entrance, "Goodbye." ”

Ling Mo had the warm illusion that the two of them were already living here, and she was sending him out to work, and he smiled with relief, "Goodbye." ”

He turned around, and before getting into the car, he saw an Audi driving in, and sitting in the driver's seat was Zhou Jiayao, who was Ning Yuanlan's assistant.

"Hello, Mr. Ling." Zhou Jiayao parked the car in the garden and got out of the car to greet Ling Mo.

"Hello."

"Hello." Ling Mo stood next to Cayenne, didn't get into the car for a long time, and was waiting for Zhou Jiayao.

Zhou Jiayao was not stupid, and stepped forward, "Mr. Ling has something to say to me?" ”

"Ning'er is not Lin Yuanlan, no matter what you have had with Lin Yuanlan before, I don't want you to harass my wife." Ling Mo said word by word, the meaning of the warning was obvious.

"Presumably, Mr. Ling also knew Lin Yuanlan at the beginning." Zhou Jiayao laughed, "I don't know who Mr. Lin is from Lin Yuanlan?" ”