Hidden Marriage Husband's Love

Li Qinqin hugged the apple and looked like protecting the calf.

"If you want to go, you go, the apple stays."

"That's no good. The apple is my dog and I'm its master. If I go, it must go with me." Mo Yiang raised his eyebrows as if he were provoking.

"All right, all right, then you can stay!" Li Qinqin sat down on the chair with an apple in her arms. "Ow -" she immediately stood up like a spring.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yiang immediately became nervous.

"No, nothing." Li Qinqin's little face is red. She can't tell Mo Yiang that she was spanked by her father.

"You don't have to say I know I was spanked by your father?"

"You still say that it's not all thanks to you!" Li Qinqin glared at mo.

Li Qinqin said, holding the apple carefully sitting in the chair, so sitting will not hurt too much, just afraid of fierce force.

Mo Yiang moved a chair and sat next to Li Qinqin.

"Still mad at me?"

Li Qinqin pouted and didn't speak.

"I accidentally told Xiaoman about you in my house. As a result, Xiaoman accidentally leaked his mouth and let my uncle know. My uncle told your father in my name."

Li Qinqin looked at Mo Yiang with his eyes, "so you didn't mean it."

"Of course, I would have called your father if I had let you stay at my house for so many days on purpose!"

"Well, I'll believe you this time!" Li Qinqin immediately resurrected with blood, and finally found a step for himself, "Hey, I heard you weren't engaged. What's the matter?"

"Why are you so gossip? It's almost entertainment. " Mo Yiang poked Li Qinqin's head.

"Aren't you very good with Fang Duo? Fang Duo is so perfect. How can you give up!"

Mo Yiang's face suddenly changed. "Can you not mention her? I managed to find a place where I could not mention her. "

I'm tired of Mo Yiang these days.

Li Qinqin saw that Mo Yiang's face was not very good, so he didn't continue to ask.

"By the way, there are good things." Mo Yiang took out Li Qinqin's previous painting from his bag, "you continue to draw, I think it's very good."

Li Qinqin looked at his painting and pouted a little unhappy. "My father still wants to send me abroad. He invited me several teachers, one more powerful than the other. My father also told others that as long as I don't obey, they can punish me whatever they want. Look at my hand."

Li Qinqin stretched out his hand, and the palm of his hand was red and swollen. "Just my broken English teacher, you can be cruel! My father praised him and even gave him a raise! "

Mo Yiang took Li Qinqin's hand. The little red hand looked really pathetic. He bowed his head and blew.

Li Qinqin's face immediately filled with blood.

"Who told you to be so disobedient before? It's all your sins before."

Li Qinqin pouted and knew he was wrong.

"But I really don't want to go abroad. My father doesn't believe what I say now. What should I do? "

Mo Yiang pondered carefully and pointed to Li Qinqin's painting.

"The reason why your father wants to send you abroad is that he thinks you have nothing to do at home. If you can choose your own way, how can you succeed?"

Li Qinqin looked at the direction of Mo Yiang's fingers, "do you mean painting?"

"Yes, I think you paint very well. If you continue to paint, I'll help you assemble a book and publish it for you. Maybe you'll become a famous painter. Your father will be more or less proud of you. Maybe he can listen to what you say at that time."

Li Qinqin immediately snapped his fingers, "yes, I didn't think of it! Mo Yiang, you are really my great Savior. If I succeed, I will not forget your great kindness! "

Mo Yiang asked Li Qinqin to play with apple for a while before he left with apple.

After returning to the crystal garden, Mo Yiang looked in a very good mood. He began to help Li Qinqin contact the publishing company.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang. I'm Mo Yiang. Do you remember me? You helped me publish my photo album last time. It's like this. I have a friend. She draws comics. Healing comics are very good. Do you think you can help publish them? "

"Xiao Zhou, did you say you knew a publisher last time? Can you ask me if I have a friend who wants to publish a comic book collection?"

"Brother Liang, I remember you said that you are now working in a publishing house. Can you help me look at the comic book published for my friend? She draws well! "

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Mo Yiang didn't expect that things were going so badly.

Li Qinqin seems to have the power to draw after class every day. After painting, he takes photos and sends them to Mo Yiang.

Mo Yiang looked at those photos and was very unhappy because he had not found a publishing house willing to help Li Qinqin publish a comic book collection.

At first, he thought it would be easy to get help from those publishers in his own name, but he didn't expect these people to say that if he wanted to publish, they would have no problem, but if it was someone else.

That day, he finally received a call from a publishing house and made an appointment to meet in a coffee shop.

Mo Yiang also went to Li's house and brought some paintings painted by Li Qinqin.

The person in charge of this publishing house was introduced by Mo Yiang's friend.

When I came to the private room of the coffee shop, the other party was a man of about 30 years old, dressed in a suit and elegant.

"Hello, Mr. mo. my name is Cheng Yu. I'm the person in charge of Chunhua publishing house." The other party held out his hand politely.

Mo Yiang shook hands with him.

Cheng Yu was immediately excited. "I shook hands with the famous movie emperor. It's estimated that I won't wash my hands for three days and nights."

"Mr. Cheng joked. We've already contacted on the phone. Let's not beat around the bush. My friend's painting is really good."

Mo Yiang directly took out Li Qinqin's painting and handed it to Cheng Yu.

Cheng Yu was a little embarrassed, but he politely took over the paintings and looked at them in a hurry.

"Mr. Mo, I wonder if you are interested in producing a book based on your acting career experience?"

Mo Yiang's face suddenly darkened. He couldn't hear more of these words.

Whenever the other party heard that it was him, they would make such a request. Now many artists have published a lot of books. They have a fan effect. These books sell well.

"Sorry, I'm helping my friend. I don't want to publish a book myself." Mo Yiang resolutely refused, "if you are interested in my friend's words, we can continue to talk. If you are not interested, I will not accompany you."

"Mr. Mo, I heard that you have found more than a dozen publishing houses. I'm very curious about the relationship between this friend and you?"