Chapter 1107 (1/2)

”Thank you.”

MUA smiles and thanks him.

Zhong Yang helped her lift up her long soft hair and put it behind her. ”Muya, it's hot. You'd better tie up your long hair.”

”The air conditioner is not on.”

Zhong Yang still laughed and stopped talking. He quietly watched Muya complete the painting.

Muya did not finish the lotus painting until the red clouds in the sky were engulfed by black.

”Zhong Yang, can you have a look?”

Muya looks at Zhong Yang with expectation.

This bamboo horse is a learning object that she can't surpass in her whole life.

Zhong Yang examined her painting carefully and said, ”it's very good.”

Moya was a little downcast. ”It's just great.”

A guest came over and said with a smile, ”very good, very good, boss mu. If you don't like the painting, give it to me.”

As soon as the sound fell, Zhong Yang took away Muya's Lotus painting and politely said to the guest, ”I'm really sorry, MUA's paintings, good or bad, are collected by me for her.”

Unless the elder asks for her paintings, Zhong Yang will help her mount the paintings, and deliberately vacates two floors in the Zhong family to help her place her paintings. Zhong Yang says that if Muya wants to hold an exhibition one day, he will return all those paintings to Muya.

The guest chuckled, ”Mr. Zhong always refuses to give up.” He asked Muya again: ”boss Mu is so talented, and his paintings are excellent. When I hold a painting exhibition, I will certainly support it.”

MUA modestly smiles, ”Mr. long flattered me. I'm just a work of my heart. I'm trying to cultivate my taste. I'm not going to sell paintings for a living.”

The man named Mr. long looks about the same age as Zhong Yang. He is not a native of T city because of his accent. However, he often comes to enjoy coffee for a whole day. Occasionally, he talks with Moya. Most of the time, he looks out of the window quietly and doesn't know what he is looking at.

”It was Mr. long who took the liberty.”

”Mr. long thinks highly of me. I'd like to draw one for Mr. long. I don't know what kind of painting Mr. long wants?”

Mr. Long's eyes brightened and he laughed: ”really?”

Moya nodded.

Mr. long looks at Zhong Yang happily. If Zhong Yang doesn't agree, he doesn't dare to accept Muya's paintings.

Everyone can see Zhong Yang's love for Muya. Similarly, Zhong Yang's love for Muya is also very obvious.

What makes Mr. long puzzled is that since they are childhood sweethearts and Zhong Yang is deeply in love with Muya, how can they not become a normal couple? Always Zhong Yang to wait, in pay, Muya stay in place.

Moya followed Mr. Long's line of sight and looked at Zhong Yang, who laughed. ”What are you looking at me for? Do you want me to write for you?”

Mr. long came over and whispered in Zhong Yang's ear: ”I'm afraid Mr. Zhong is jealous. If Mr. Zhong is willing to write on behalf of others, long can't get it.”

Zhong Yang's handsome face is hung with his usual warm smile, but his words gently tap into Mr. Long's ear: ”name, residence, what's your identity, what's the purpose of coming to T City, what's the reason for you to investigate something as time is quiet?”

Mr. Long's eyes twinkled, ”I heard that Mr. Zhong has a good nickname, a smiling tiger, and it really deserves the reputation.”