Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jing stared deeply at the warmth of the season and sat there quietly: “Why? I hesitated for half a day not knowing if I was going to shoot it or not, but I'm sorry I shot it for you. You want it? ”

Seasonal warmth: "…”

All the complicated emotions were extinguished at a moment when the man opened his mouth. Seasonal Warm saw that a staff member had already brought the rolled painting to this side. She looked at the painting, and her mouth hummed quite nicely: “How can I compare to you in charge of a district MN group?" ”

A man's lips snapped slightly, smiling and not smiling: “Don't you want it? Then I'll give it to Yong Jia. ”

“Yes." Seasonal Warm reached out and took the painting directly when the staff lifted it in front of him, with no intention of letting it out at all.

“I thought you were a boner. ”

Bone Qi also needs to be split up. This painting was what she wanted and was closely related to many of her childhood memories.

Besides, what's wrong with giving it to the Yong family?

Knowing that he intentionally said that, Seasonal Warm also chose to put on this cover. Anyway, she didn't pay for it. At most, she could give out some faces. This famous painting worth hundreds of millions of dollars is easy for the opponent. What's wrong with it?

She is not young and angry, she will die in the face of sin, she can now know the time is very good, so long as it is good for herself, she can definitely reach out.

Seasonal warmth held the rolled painting in his arms. Outside the painting was protected by a transparent layer of wrapping paper. He looked down at the painting in his arms and gradually raised a slight invisible smile at the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you. When I return this painting to my dad, I'll make it clear that you bought it for him. ”

Seeing her in a good mood, the man's eyes still had that slightly tolerant smile: “Whoever gave it away, it was just a painting. ”

Just a painting?

Yong Yan has been standing there rigidly, and the expression on his face has been petrified for a long time.

Even the Yong family has a lot of money, but 600 million things are easy to say, it's just a painting.

My brother said that Mo Jingsheng was taking this painting for Miss Ji. She still thought it was impossible. Miss Ji didn't look like someone who would like this kind of thing, but she didn't expect it to be given to her father, and even Mo Jingshen made this statement clear.

How did he know she wanted it when Seasonal Warm never said so? How did he know Miss Ji's father would like something like this?

Does he like Miss Ji just as much as she likes him, deliberately investigating everyone's preferences in the other family in order to get to know each other? Or did he and Miss Season have other sources she couldn't guess with the past?

Yong Yan's mouth is full of bitter taste: “President Mo, this painting has many kinds of paintings. If it is more expensive, it is also abroad. Yong Jia has a" Twelve Screens of Mountain Water "with full white stone. It was bought at an auction house abroad by my grandfather in the early years. He has been kept at home ever since, but compared to this, he prefers Zhang Daqian's painting. If Miss Ji likes it, we can exchange this painting with Qi Baishi's painting. After all, my grandfather is about to have his birthday, please give this painting to me? ”

Seasonal warm face didn't mean anything to shake, but I thought Miss Yong was used to growing up. This is the time to ask someone else to give her the painting?

“That's really embarrassing, Miss Yong, this painting has been hanging in my father's study since I was very young, and then it was transferred to others for a number of reasons. Now I'm just going to get back what was in the house. Even if you traded another ten times more expensive items, I wouldn't agree.” Seasons are warm and faint: “When it comes to painting, the recent Qi Baishi Zhang Daqian and the ancient Tang Yin, my father also has it, but the only one, has the significance of losing and recovering for our family, pain-cutting love is not much, but I won't cut it either. ”

Seasonal warmth held the painting in his arms as if it had been accidental.

Mo Jing looked deeply at her unconscious motion, picked an eyebrow and laughed.

Does she think nobody can take it?

Seasonal warmth saw him smile, turned a dark glance at him, and simply put the painting back in the hands of the staff. Anyway, after leaving here, the staff will send the painting directly to their hotel intact.

Yong Yan watched the eyes cross between them, and it was obvious that no one else could get in.

Seasonal Warm's attitude is as if she had a temper. In Mojing's deep, indulgent and spoiled eyes, it is obvious that he likes her. Otherwise, it is feared that no woman will have such a temper in front of Mojing's deep.

Yongcheng's face was already like an iceberg. Yongyan's eyes were a little red: “Since this painting means so much to Miss Ji, it was really disturbing. ”

Yung Yan turned around and grabbed Yung Cheng's arm. As he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the sound of the warmth of the season coming from him: “Didn't Miss Yung just twist her leg? So soon? ”

Yong Yan took a pause and did not turn around. He only held his hand when Yong Cheng was looking to turn around, and did not ask his brother to help her again.

After all, what just happened in the bathroom was indeed their fault first. Seasonal Warm did not force them to apologize when Mo Jingdeep rushed past, and did not make a scene. Instead, choosing the resting people is enough to represent Seasonal Warm's business. Now, if she and her brother make a scene here, they appear to be unreasonable.

Seeing the Rong brothers and sisters leave like this, the warm eyes of the season only left on their back shadow, just about to leave, turning her eyes to see Ink Jing deeply seemed to fall on her face.

In the fourth relative moment, Season Warm thought of the painting just now, and she instantly retracted her gaze and said: “I'll pay you back when I get back. ”

But the man smiled slightly, lowly: "Pay for the meat. ”

“ …… ”

Season glanced warmly at him: "Sure. ”

When the man glanced at her with a glance, she suddenly smiled again: "Meat compensation is fine, only for tonight, it's outdated. ”

Ink depth: “…”

Her period ended in two days.

Clearly, it's an empty check, and that's 600 million dollars that went down on her.

The man looked at her with no expression on his face and turned his back towards her and went straight out.

Seasonal warmth looked at the man's back not happy, his mouth unwittingly pulled a smile.

……

Seasonal warmth was so hard to keep up with Mojing's deep footsteps. Just now, I thought Mojing was just lazy because of her empty cheque. As a result, Mojing was walking fast and didn't even go back.

Seasonal warmth felt that the deep footsteps of the ink were going too fast. She wore a dozen centimetres of high heels to keep up with him. It was really hard...