Mystery Lover: The President's Deep Favor

"Ten years later, you are just a little bean curd into a bean pudding. It's all bean curd."

"How long will it take for me to grow up?" the little fellow fretted

Gao Ge touched his chin and said, "it will take 20 years at least."

"Twenty years..."

"That will take a long time..."

"OK, don't live treasure," sugar bent down to pick up the little guy. "It's time to go to bed."

The little guy hugged the neck of fangtang and followed him to the room.

Occasionally, the sound of fireworks and firecrackers can be heard outside the house. It may be someone's child who secretly set off the fireworks in the community. The new year's flavor gradually becomes strong, singing and thinking, this year, we should not spend the new year alone.

Fang Tang lulled the little guy to sleep. When he came out, he had already held up the drawing board and began to draw.

This period of practice has had an effect, her character sketch more and more similar.

Fang Tang sat on the sofa next to him, flipped through it and joked, "if you don't want to mix up in the entertainment industry one day, it's good to open a gallery. No matter how bad it is, you can also manage to open a tutorial class or something."

"The gallery didn't think about it, but the fashion design can be considered."

Singing while painting, he said, "but I don't have the foundation in that respect, and I don't know whether the monk is willing to accept it."

"You can try it."

Chatting, a pair of character sketches came out, just like the little guy drinking milk.

Fang Tang was quite surprised, "OK, I'm good at painting. I can draw it all at that time?"

"I just wanted to have a try, but I didn't think it was quite smooth."

Gao Ge had already got up and went to the two meter long painting table beside him. He spread out a piece of rice paper, on which was a portrait of Su Jinghuan.

Different from the ordinary sketch, this painting has scenery. Su Jinghuan is sitting on the rock, surrounded by snow capped mountains.

This picture is based on the impression of that year. Although a lot of memories are recalled for the sequelae caused by the traffic accident, many scenes are fragmentary. Otherwise, it would not take so long to draw pictures. When the scenes are all restored, color matching is needed. This is a big project.

Fang Tang came over and whispered, "is there any special significance in this painting? Why does Su Jinghuan want you to paint? Is there something he's pinching at you? "

Gao Ge held the brush for a moment. "He said that after painting this painting, we would be cleared. I owe him a life, and a painting is nothing. Ten paintings can do."

"It's not that simple."

Fang Tang peeled the orange and said, "Su Jinghuan is not so easy to give up. In a word, you still have a heart in him."

Singing with a smile, he said in a low voice, "the possibility that he hurt me is 11%, but the possibility that I hurt him is 99%. I owe him enough to offset the 1% injury."

When saying these words, Gao Song never thought that one day it would become a prophecy.

Mojia.

Maybe it's in a good mood. When mu Yunze comes home, he seldom brings some gifts.

When Uncle Quan opened the door, he was surprised to see what mu Yunze was carrying. He took over and said, "the master will be very happy to see it."

Mu Yun pulled his sleeve and stopped and pursed his lips. "Uncle Quan, this is for you and sister-in-law Chen. We have been working hard for a year. Please help me to share them with you."

Quan Shuyi Zheng, do not know whether to be happy, or should sigh, "then I thank the young master for them."

All the way into the door, just into the living room, I heard the sharp voice of Mu Shiya commanding in the living room.

"No more of this. Move that one. Yes, yes, that's it."

"Oh! Be careful, don't break it! Do you know how expensive this thing is? Can you afford to pay for it? "

mu Yunze's eyebrows grew and strode in.

In the living room, a middle-aged woman in a red cashmere coat and a foreign-style LV small bag stood in the center of the living room, commanding the servants of the family. She was completely like the hostess of the family.

Mu Yunze frowned and caught sight of Xiao xuewan's favorite pot of Clivia, which was randomly discarded in the corner, and the leaves were broken several times.

In the place where Clivia was put before, a basin of dripping Guanyin was placed. The broad and fat leaves spread like an umbrella, looking rich and grand.

The old solid wood sofa in the living room is now being carried out. It seems that it is also intended to be replaced.

"Put them all down."

Mu Yunze spoke calmly.

Hearing the voice, the people immediately relaxed the work on hand, one by one stood up and called respectfully, "young master."

Seeing mu Yunze, Mu Shiya was stunned and then came over with a smile, "Yunze, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm more handsome than before."

Mu Yunze did not trace back to open some distance, light way, "put things back in place."

"Yunze, this house is too old, it should have been renovated. Your parents are busy, so I'll try to help them clean up. It's not much better than before."Mu Yunze glanced at her faintly, "it's not good-looking. The people who live don't dislike it. Aunt or don't worry about this heart."

Mu Shiya, with a stiff face and a wave of her hand, stepped on her small leather shoes and walked away.

Mu Yunze glanced for a week, his voice was low, but his voice was loud, "who will be paid, who will be sent? If you can't do it, you can go to Uncle Quan to get three months' salary and resign voluntarily."

People dare not answer.

Uncle Quan coughed and said, "don't you want to quit, don't you hurry to work?"

We are busy now.

Mu Yunze pulled off his coat and handed it to Uncle Quan, "aren't they at home?"

"The master is in the study. The lady's hotel is busy today. She will come back later. Miss Biao called to say that she is on the way and will arrive soon."

Mu Yunze took two steps, and then stopped. "Tell the kitchen to make an extra boiled fish for me, and part of the other dishes will be taken away at night."

Uncle Quan chuckled. "If you like the dishes at home, you can go home often. If you come back, sister Chen will make different kinds of dishes for you every day."

If sister-in-law Liu can help me to work overtime for one day every week, she can help me to work overtime

Uncle Quan said with a smile, "young master, you don't need money. Sister Liu is willing to go."

Mu Yunze pursed his lips and grinned. Uncle Quan was stunned. It's been many years since he saw the young master's smile. It seems that it was after that

Uncle Quan sighed, and his voice was low. "Young master, it's approaching the end of the year. You can go home and live more when you have time. The master doesn't say that. In fact, he still hopes that you will come back. There is no overnight feud between father and son..."

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