Mysterious president, get away from me!

Pan Jinru asked with a smile, "how do you like it?"

"I like it very much. Thank you, grandma."

Mrs. Wang interjected, "Granny, these things are specially selected by her wife in the shopping mall. She didn't tell you in advance. She just wanted to give you a surprise."

Mo Ling was stunned. Looking at Pan Jinru's smiling face, she suddenly felt at home. With a sour nose, she burst out a smile to cover up her gaffe. "Mom, you're bothering me. I like it very much."

Since they split their faces, Mo Ling never called her "Ma". Hearing this "Ma", pan Jinru burst into tears and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that it would be so easy to bribe you. My mother was very happy. What would you like to eat in the evening, mom will make it for you

Mo Ling quickly took her hand, "Mom, don't be busy. I have sister-in-law Wang to take care of me. You can rest assured."

Mrs. Wang said, "yes, madam, it's late now. It's time for the master to get off work. You'd better go back to the main house earlier."

"Well, ah Ling, if there is anything, you must tell me..." pan Jinru told me carefully, and then he left reluctantly.

Back in Jingyuan, to avoid those complicated people and things, and to improve the relationship with her mother-in-law, Mo Ling is very happy, but I don't know, this is the beginning of her nightmare.

After dinner, Mo Ling took a walk in Jingyuan for a while. She was the only one in the small yard and suddenly felt lonely.

If you want to live through the seven months before production in this courtyard, you can't do nothing all day.

After thinking for a while, Maureen decided to find a job and take on some design work at home.

She turned on the computer to look for a job and browsed many projects, but she was not very satisfied. Inadvertently, she found a news that an animation magazine was holding an original cartoon competition, and the first prize would be awarded 200000 yuan.

Maureen suddenly gets excited and her blood seems to be burning. Before she became the original painter of the game, she always wanted to be a cartoonist. Her idol is the famous Japanese cartoonist Hayao Miyazaki.

The comic contest has started, and the deadline is three months later, which is enough for her to conceive a work. Mo Ling grabs the pen and paper and records all the things in his mind. That's the tool he needs to draw comics.

Mo Ling put the note in her pocket and ran downstairs. She wanted to go out, but she was stopped by Mrs. Wang. "Grandma, it's getting dark. Where are you going now?"

Mo Ling a face Shan ran, "ah, I'm sorry, I'm so excited, I forgot it's getting dark."

Mrs. Wang said with a smile, "it's rare that you are in such a good mood. If you have anything, you can give it to me. I will definitely help you."

Mo Ling's head, which was dazzled by his blood, had calmed down. He laughed and said, "no, it's all necessary for painting. I'll go out and buy it tomorrow."

Mrs. Wang's lips moved, trying to say that the old lady told her not to go out as much as possible, but seeing her in high spirits was not good for her enthusiasm.

studio.

In the empty room, there was a sense of loneliness floating in the air. The layout of the room was the same as before she moved to the main house. Even half of Mu Nianchen's unfinished paintings were leaning against the corner of the wall.

The boiling flame in Maureen's body was suddenly extinguished.

Standing at the door, looking at the empty room, she seems to see mu Nianchen sitting in front of the easel in his casual home clothes, holding a paintbrush and seriously painting. Reach out to grasp, nothing to grasp, only air in the palm.

"Mu Nianchen..."

These three words in her lips and teeth gently overflow, has chewed many times, with a bit of lingering beautiful color.

The night is deep.

Under the soft light, Maureen wore a pair of black framed glasses and focused on Revising the outline of the comic script. She smeared the whole story frame on the white paper with a pen. She changed the whole story frame beyond recognition. Finally, she tore off the page impatiently, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the garbage can.

"Ah, I'm going crazy!" Mo Ling grabbed his hair angrily, "without any inspiration, sure enough, I still can't become a cartoonist!"

The game original painter is different from the cartoonist. The original painter draws the characters on the basis of the story frame and character setting, while the cartoonist needs to conceive the story by himself.

If there is no wonderful story, no matter how beautiful the picture is, what's the use?

For the first time, Maureen felt that his brain was not enough.

When Mu Yuntian came in, what he saw was mo Ling's frantic appearance. He leaned against the door of the studio, with a smile, a bit intoxicated and gentle.

He picked up a ball of paper that rolled to the ground and unfolded it carefully. What he saw was a piece of white paper smeared in a mess. After careful identification, he could see that this was the general framework of a story. The amazing thing was that there was a little angel waving wings at the bottom of the outline.

The difference is that this little angel is not at the bottom of the white paper, but on the top of the text.

Seeing the lovely little angel, the smile on Mu Yuntian's face solidified and his eyes became gloomy. After a long time, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "why don't you rest so late?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind. Mo Ling was like a bird in shock. His body suddenly trembled. After a while, he turned around and said with a bad face, "why do you always haunt me? I'm surprised."

Mu Yuntian innocently spread his hand, "I just knocked on the door, but someone was too attentive to hear it." He approached her and looked at the drawings she had piled up in front of him. "If you have any trouble, please tell me."

"It's OK. The outline is not clear." She arranged the drawings in a disorderly way and said in an unhappy tone, "what are you doing here so late?"

He didn't wear a mask now, which means that he appeared in front of her as Mu Yuntian. He ran to Jingyuan so late and didn't know what he wanted to do.

"Today, after coming back from the company, I learned that you have moved to Jingyuan. I'm worried that you are not used to it alone, so I came to see you."

Maureen looked at her watch. It was already twelve o'clock. She turned her lips and said, "it doesn't need to be so late."

Mu Yuntian raised his eyebrows and said with a good temper, "if you don't come late, how can you know that you are so bad and don't sleep in the middle of the night and sit here working? Well

Mo Ling was speechless for a long time, and glared at him

"In fact, I would like to tell you some sweet words..."

Mu Yuntian chuckled and approached her. Her tall body trapped her between the desk and him. They were very close to each other. She could smell the faint aroma of wine on him and hear the sound of his heart beating in his chest.

Unexpectedly, she didn't feel oppressive or nervous at all. She looked at him calmly and said faintly, "I don't like the taste of wine. Stay back."

"I didn't drink. I got the smell from the box." Mu Yuntian, like an aggrieved man, tooted his lips, took off his coat without hesitation and threw it on the desk, "how, can't you smell it now?"

Mo Ling's eyes were cold, and he looked down at him slowly. It was not like looking at a living person, just like looking at a sculpture without thought.

When her eyes touched the scarlet lipstick on his chest, she frowned in disgust. "There's no taste of wine, but there's too much fat. Stay away from me. It's too dirty."

Mu Yun's eyes suddenly burst out of danger. She trembled in her heart, but did not flinch. She bravely met his deep and sharp eyes. But for a moment, he suddenly grinned and put his well-defined fingers on the button of his shirt.

"Since you don't like it, don't take this one. Ah Ling, I'm talking business with clients in that kind of place tonight, but I didn't drink or play with women. Maybe I got this mark by accident... "

"You don't have to explain to me."

He blinked, charming Phoenix eyes full of charming smile, "if you don't like, I will never let a woman near me again."

"No, please help yourself. I don't mind at all."

"A woman of duplicity, you mind just now."

"Whatever you say." She turned away and felt that she couldn't communicate with neuropathy. She said faintly, "put on your clothes quickly and go back to your room. I'm going to have a rest!"

The indifference on her face ignited the flame of Mu Yuntian's heart. His sexy thin lips raised his hand, pinched her chin, and stared at her eyes and eyebrows, "you don't care about me, who do you want to care about, mu Chenhan? Because he's the father of your child? "

Child, that child originally is she and his crystallization, all blame that damned Mu Chen cold! His eyes suddenly became crazy and gloomy.

Mo Ling frowned with pain and said, "I don't care about anyone! Mu Yuntian, let me go

"You lie. You care about him. He already has a girlfriend. Why do you care about a man with a woman?"

He tied his arm tightly around her waist. She worried about hurting her child, so she had to lower her attitude. "I really don't care about him. You let me go. You make me hurt."

"Really don't care about him?" His grip on her chin was loose, but his arm stuck around her waist was still strong.

"Really." She was miserable. "Let go, you're going to cut my waist."

He gave a strange smile, "it's better to cut it off, child..."

He didn't say the last few words. Maureen suddenly felt that he didn't want the baby in her stomach.

This is not right. He used to be very concerned about the baby. How could he change his attitude towards the baby in just a few days?

She pursed her lips, carefully testing, "I really want to ask you, do you like boys or girls?"

He looked at her affectionately and said seriously, "if it's our baby, boys and girls like it." He looks too normal at this time, as if the neurotic man just now is not him at all.

Maureen felt like swallowing a fly and forced to smile, "so, this baby in my stomach, do you want to be a boy or a girl?"

With that, she fixed her eyes on his face.

His eyes are still tender and affectionate, and even the smile on his lips remains unchanged. He said in a soft voice, "whatever, because of boys and girls, I will like them."

"..." the enemy was so clever that she couldn't see him through.

Moonlight through the glass, pouring on the two people, and outside the window, there is another shadow, looking at them for a moment.

The men in the room are tall and straight, and the women are more and more petite when they are held in his arms. They are close to each other. The men gaze at the women affectionately. Even if they can't hear what they say, their intimate posture can also show that their relationship is extraordinary.