Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 63 On the verge of falling off the horse
The next day, Qiao Yimo opened her eyes, looked at the layout of the room and the smell around her, suddenly felt something was wrong
Isn't this her room?
Last night she went to see the four little ones, drank a large can of foreign wine, and then vaguely said that she was going to Leng's house.

Why did you suddenly want to come to Leng's house?
Qiao Yimo thumped her head remorsefully, wondering if she had done anything stupid!
"Hiss." Qiao Yimo seemed to suddenly think of something, today is Sunday, the old lady's plane today, the painting is still at Qiao's house, what should I do?
She turned on her phone, dialed Long, and instructed, "Go to my room and bring out the landscape painting on the table, and hand it over to the courier anonymously. Don't let anyone discover your identity!"

Long is extremely proficient in these operations. After all, he has been trained in these operations. He said seriously, "Boss, I understand."

Qiao Yimo answered and hung up the phone.

At this time, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

"woke up?"

Qiao Yimo jumped out of bed vigilantly, her face blushed unknowingly, and she responded softly, "Yes."

Leng Juan looked at her and laughed softly, "Wash up and come out to eat."

Qiao Yimo nodded, went into the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror, and tried hard to recall what happened last night, but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember it.

Forget it!Just ask that man later.

At the dinner table, Qiao Yimo lowered her head and asked, "I didn't do anything when I was drunk last night, right?"

Leng Juan pursed his thin lips and chuckled, "What do you think?"

Seeing the man's half-smile, Qiao Yimo had a bad premonition in his heart.

Leng Juan stopped with his chopsticks, squinted his phoenix eyes and smiled coquettishly, "You said you wanted to be my girlfriend, and you still said you would."

"Wait, it's impossible. Impossible." Before the man could finish speaking, Qiao Yimo interrupted him. Even if she was drunk, she would not be able to say such nonsense. Most likely, this man directed and acted himself.

Bohua was speechless: "."

He remembered that Miss Qiao hadn't said these words!

"Don't you remember?" Leng Juan chuckled and said in a low voice, "You still said you wanted to kiss me!"

Hearing this, Qiao Yimo blushed up to her neck with a "shua!", she put down her chopsticks and stood up, watching the man's eyes widen, and said angrily: "This, this, it's impossible! You are talking nonsense!"

How could she take the initiative to ask for a kiss?

How could she be so hungry?
It was the first time Leng Juan saw the little girl's mood fluctuate so much, he chuckled lightly, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Qiao Yimo patted her head remorsefully, and swore to herself that she would stay away from alcohol in the future.

Bo Hua, who was hiding in the corner, was trembling.

Isn't it what the tired master asked for the kiss? This tired master is too black-bellied!

During the meal break, a male voice suddenly broke the silent atmosphere.

"Leng tired, your courier!"

Mo Jun waved the rectangular box in his hand, "When I just came, I met a courier outside the door. When did you learn to shop online?"

Hearing this, Leng Juan raised his eyes, very puzzled, but dispelled his doubts in a few seconds.

He said in a low voice, "It should be Master Shuimo's painting that has arrived!"

Qiao Yimo curled her lips when she heard Master Shui Mo's words, the speed of this dragon is really fast!

Mo Jun approached and finally saw the people at the table clearly, and said hello, "Sister-in-law, you are here too!"

"Huh?" A low voice came from Qiao Yimo's throat.

"I'm sorry to say it wrong!" Mo Jun waved his hand, it seems that sister-in-law doesn't like this title.

Leng Juan rolled his eyes at Mo Jun, and then took Master Shui Mo's painting from him, and he carefully placed it on the table, carefully unpacking it.

"You're so slow, what a precious thing, I'll help you." Mo Jun just stretched out his hand when Leng Juan slapped it away.

Mo Jun withdrew his hand shyly, and laughed a few times, "Master Tired, you are so stingy, I'll just touch it, is it so precious?"

Leng Juan slowly spread out Master Shuimo's painting, "I'm afraid you won't be able to afford it..."

Hearing this, Mo Jun shrank his hands, with an incredulous expression, "Really?"

The reason why Master Shuimo's words were scrambled by all the giants in the world as soon as he made a move is not only because the color mixing has its own style, but also that every painting is lifelike.

Everyone guessed that Master Shuimo might be getting old and tired, so he never showed his face, and rarely painted again after becoming famous.

Now, City S may only be able to invite her to the Leng family.

If it were someone else, they might not be able to write for a few hundred million more.

Qiao Yimo couldn't help curling her lips when she heard Leng Juan's description, not knowing what to say.

Mo Jun chuckled, joking on purpose, "Master Tired, does this Shui Mo's mother-in-law have a crush on you, and that's why she's willing to write?"

mother-in-law?

Qiao Yimo secretly rolled her eyes at Mr. Mo.

Is she still a big girl?

Leng Juan also rolled his eyes at Mo Jun coldly, how could it be appropriate to say such things in front of this little girl?
His eyes returned to the painting, Leng Juan fully unfolded the painting, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

This landscape is very strange, but this flower seems to have been seen somewhere.

"Master Tired, this painting. The painting looks too beautiful."

"This painting is so real, and this mountain is so fairy!"

"Looking at this painting seems to be in the same place, so enjoyable!"

The cold and tired black eyes skipped frame by frame in the painting, and suddenly looked at Qiao Yimo, "Are you the idol of Master Shuimo? I see the flowers on this painting and the painting you brought out a few days ago. A bit like."

When Mo Jun heard this, he looked at Qiao Yimo in surprise, "Sister-in-law, you can still draw? I really can't tell!"

Qiao Yimo scratched her head, "I've told you, I only know superficially, maybe I've seen Master Shui Mo's paintings, and I will naturally imitate a little when I paint."

"That's it, hey hey, do you see that Master Shuimo's name on the seal is a bit similar to Yimo!" Mo Jun said to himself.

Leng Juan half-closed his deep eyes, and suddenly looked at Qiao Yimo, "The name is quite similar."

"Yes, yes! Sister-in-law, this Shuimo mother-in-law could be you, right?"

Qiao Yimo rolled her eyes at Mr. Mo, "You are the mother-in-law. There are only so many Chinese characters, so it's normal to have a name collision."

Mo Jun: "."

What the sister-in-law said made sense, since he couldn't refute it.

"Okay, okay, I'm too lazy to talk to you." Qiao Yimo picked up the bag beside her.

"Leaving?" Leng Juan asked in a low voice

"Well, I'll go out and see if I can buy a present for the old lady."

"Okay, shall I ask Bohua to send you off?"

Qiao Yimo waved her hand, "Thank you, no need." After speaking, she quickened her pace.

If she doesn't leave, she will be exposed.

Leng Juan looked at Qiao Yimo's leaving back until the girl completely disappeared from his sight, then he looked at the watermark on the painting - Master Shuimo.

The man's dark eyes became deeper and deeper.

some things seem to be getting more and more interesting
(End of this chapter)