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When she looked back, his mentor Ling Hua came over.

"Little smoke, what are you looking at?"

Ling Hua is several years older than her. She has just turned 30 this year. She is a very interesting woman and is a little famous painter in the United States.

Mo Qingyan shook his head, "I may not have slept well last night."

Because I was dreaming last night, I didn't sleep very well, so I had such an illusion, didn't I?

Ling Hua took her shoulder. "Today's exhibition will trouble you."

Her students have come to help. Ling Hua holds an exhibition every Wednesday to show not only her paintings but also some famous paintings. Therefore, the identity of the people who come here on this day is very prominent, and ordinary people can't afford to buy these paintings.

Mo Qingyan smiled sweetly, "it's a great honor."

They looked at each other and smiled. Ling Hua is not only her mentor, but also Mo Qingyan's best friend.

She likes to come to the gallery very much. Her dream is to open a gallery to show her works. Of course, she should be famous at that time.

Mo Qingyan and other students began to organize the paintings and then array them.

Today, she is wearing a blue suit coat with a black gauze skirt inside, formal and sweet. She looked at the paintings in the gallery and enjoyed them one by one.

Today, she also showed a painting of a girl running on a moonlit night, which was painted when she was most sad. Although her pen power was very weak, Ling Hua said it was very vitality and appeal.

Anyone can feel that kind of immersive light sadness, not strong, but enough to make people intoxicated.

Mo Qingyan stood in front of the painting, with a smile on his mouth.

Even if it is displayed, no one will buy it. Let it hang here all the time.

More and more people came to see the painting, and all who could come were those who received the invitation card. Ling painting was calculated and would not be invited if there were more.

Mo Qingyan sat in the hall drinking coffee and looking at the picture album. This afternoon is comfortable. She raised her hand and cut her hair. She chatted with her younger sister about the latest popular colors and fashion.

The gallery staff ran into the hall and told Ling Hua.

"Sister Ling, three guests liked the picture of the girl on the moon night and quarreled."

Ling Hua suddenly got up and called Mo Qingyan.

"Xiao Yan, your paintings are very popular. Let's go and have a look."

Mo Qingyan was slightly surprised, so he followed him to the exhibition area. Her painting with white as the main tone is hung on the black wall. The atmosphere and light make the painting look more spiritual.

Ling Hua walked up to the group. "Hello, I'm the owner of this gallery. Can you talk to me about anything?"

Chen Bangqian turned around and smiled at Mo Qingyan.

Mo Qingyan went over and hugged her, "why don't you tell me when you come."

Chen Bangqian raised his eyebrows. "Did you draw this?"

She knows Mo Qingyan very well. After all, she has been together for five years every day. She can see her painting style at a glance.

Mo Qingyan nodded and whispered, "don't rob others. It's worthless."

Chen Bangqian looked at the two people next to him and poked her.

"Worthless? Those two people have called me 100 million. Elder sister, you should use your brain."

She looked at the two men next to her. It was clear that they were helping their master. Did someone chase the girl again?

Mo Qingyan's eyes are wide. Can her painting be worth 100 million? Are these people blind?

Ling Hua was communicating with the two men, and they both said in unison.

"Anyway, we have to buy the painting back today. We can pay as much as we want."

Then the two men stared at each other.