The wealthy and ugly, the president's bride

Chapter 359 Painting for Mo Zhiqian
Thinking of the past, Mo Zhiqian was a little distracted, the misty eyes could not see the style inside, and the smile on his handsome face no longer existed.

Suddenly, Zeng Li yelled, "Mo Zhiqian, pay attention to keeping fit, I'm drawing!"

With a jolt, Mo Zhiqian came back to his senses, looked at the woman with teeth and claws, and the smile that had disappeared returned by itself, and he spoke slowly.

"Zeng Li, I'm very expensive. I'm afraid I can't afford to be a mannequin for you."

"Cut!" A cold sneer sounded, and he glanced at Mo Zhiqian, Zeng Li continued to immerse himself in painting, "This master is also very expensive, so you can be secretly honored to have this master personally paint your portrait."

After Zeng Li's words fell, Mo Zhiqian stopped talking.

Once, at an uncle's home, he saw a painting hanging on the wall of the living room. Although he didn't understand it and didn't study oil painting, he always felt that the technique was very familiar, a feeling of deja vu.

Seeing him staring at the oil painting for a long time, Shi Bo smiled and said, "It's not a famous product, it's a young artist's handwriting, but I like it very much. It's not hard to see from this painting that this painter is very talented. In the future, it will become a legend in contemporary oil painting..."

At that time, I didn't think much about it, I only saw that the inscription under the oil painting was a row of letters, which seemed to start with C.

"Zeng Li, did you paint a lot before?"

"Nonsense, what do professional painters do if they don't paint?"

Zeng Li was still immersed in sketching, and replied casually.

"Is your name signed under the painting you made?"

"It's my last name, spelled in English."

Mo Zhiqian...

The heart felt like being hit by something, it was heavy and sudden, because the heart was still trembling.

If he remembered correctly, the signature on the oil painting he saw at the Shibo's house should be, Ceng!

If Zeng's surname is converted into English, this is how it is written.

Junmei unconsciously frowned, "Since you have chosen the profession of painter, why don't you continue to do it?"

"Mo Zhiqian, it's easy for you to say. Being a painter is an industry that burns money. If you just paint, no one appreciates it. If you collect it, it will end up as waste paper. Ordinary people simply cannot afford it."

Mo Zhiqian finally understood that the reason why Zeng Li stopped painting was not because of her trembling hands, but... Without the support of her family, she was penniless, and it was difficult for her to maintain her own life. Extra money to buy those extravagant oil paints, brushes...

"Won't it be a pity?" A few words, the voice is very low, it is regret for killing a talented painter.

"What a pity. I just got bored, and when I got bored, I switched to a brand-new industry. Otherwise, my whole life would be so monotonous just sitting in front of the drawing board."

Mo Zhiqian couldn't judge whether Zeng Li's words were from his heart or against his will, because her understated tone didn't seem to be regretful.

However, anyone who has had a dream knows that it is really painful to let oneself give up the dream and make a forced choice whether or not to like to eat.

She wanted to say something comforting, but she didn't know how to say it. If she was really forced to give up her dream, then the culprit who forced her to give up her dream was herself.

The atmosphere was a bit heavy, at least Mo Zhiqian felt so, because at this moment, he felt suffocated.

I don't know if it was because his heart became heavy or his arms were held up for a long time, Mo Zhi wanted to change his posture, and just about to ask, Zeng Lichang breathed out, looked at the work in his hand, and rolled his lips in satisfaction.

"Okay, you can get up now."

(End of this chapter)