I Took Home A Mummy - Chapter 47

At noon, there were very many people in the restaurant, and the beautiful music was covered by noise.

Mo Huai frowned slightly, his expression unhappy, “Something?”

Cao Yang wrinkled his nose and vomited a little. He hesitated and said, “Brother Huai, that…Miss Ning doesn’t want you anymore, don’t be too sad.”

Hey, Brother Huai is so pitiful, why was he dumped? No wonder seeing his whole body aura changed this time, and he must have been so indifferent and arrogant.

He comforted: “As the saying goes, lieutenants are afraid of stalkers. If you really can’t let go of Ms. Ning, you will shamelessly pester her until she doesn’t break up. Besides, I think Ms. Ning is kind and soft-hearted. “

Mo Huai Qingjun’s face was pierced by Cao Yang’s pitiful gaze, and then he became annoyed with anger, “What are you talking about!”

Cao Yang glanced at him cautiously, “Brother Huai, when Miss Ning came to see you last time, she clearly cared about you. If you did something wrong, people will… You?” He hesitated, and was a little worried that it hurt Mo Huai’s broken heart.

Mo Huai’s face was ugly, “I didn’t get dumped!” He glanced coldly at the babbling Cao Yang, “I proposed the breakup.”

Cao Yang choked, the water in his mouth almost squirted out. He took a few breaths before he slowed down and looked at Mo Huai incredulously, “Brother Huai, I know you are sad, but it’s not ashamed to be dumped.” You There is no need to lie, he swallowed it back.

You must know how much Mo Huai cared about his girlfriend before, regardless of his health, desperately making money to buy gifts for his girlfriend. And whether it’s resting or working, he thinks of his girlfriend, and rushes home after work, which is too sticky. When others look at his girlfriend, they will be glared. He is impressed by the appearance of hiding his girlfriend in private.

“Do you think I’m lying?” Mo Huai snorted coldly.

Seeing Mo Huai’s serious expression, Cao Yang couldn’t believe it: “Brother Huai, really did you break up? This…” Impossible. He obviously likes Miss Ning so much. Why did he break up suddenly?

Cao Yang bit his head and confirmed again: “Brother Huai, you really broke up with Miss Ning?”

Mo Huai said nothing.

“Oh, that’s not right, you used to be so in love with Miss Ai Ning, why are you breaking up?” Is love so fickle?

Thinking of what Mo Huai said before, he felt a pity, “If Ms. Ning becomes single, she goes to school, has a smart head, a good personality, and looks better than a goddess. What if she is snatched away?” He remembered this. Mo Huai said, “Brother Huai, you are not sad now? You can accept that Miss Ning likes other men? Even, she will become the girlfriend of other men?”

“To shut up!”

Mo Huai’s face became more and more ugly, and a layer of frost covered his dark eyes.

He remembered the entanglement with Ning Mitang in his dream. Her body was soft and soft, with the sweet fragrance he liked. It felt too real. He could even remember the delicate touch of the girls skin in the dream, under his touch. , She choked softly…

Thinking of this, he would be seen by other men, and when he heard it, Mo Huai’s eyes instantly spread the extreme chill, and his heart was both uncomfortable and irritable, and he wished to find Ning Mitang immediately and hide her so that no one could see it.

“I’m telling the truth.” After the opponent’s sharp gaze, Cao Yang shrank his shoulders and said in a low voice, with the sharp gaze of the other party. Going…” Before the end, in the dark and cold eyes of the other party, he didn’t dare to say anymore, bowed his head and started eating.

In the hall, everyone is waiting for the results of Douhua to be announced.

“Master Guo, I have admired you for a long time. After the results are announced, I want to bid for your paintings.” A slightly fat man walked over to Guo Zhinian with a respectful look on his face and a slightly cramped smile. .

Guo Zhinian’s body is straight, and he is still strong and lean in his forties. There was a slight smile on his face, and he smiled at the man: “Guo thank you for your admiration in advance.”

When the people next to him saw the man chatting with Guo Zhinian, they couldn’t help but came forward, saying that they would bid for his painting after he won the first place.

Cao Yang glanced at the scene of being embraced by the crowd, and then looked at himself and Mo Huai’s side, there was a disparity in contrast. “Brother Huai, how sure are you?” Mo Huai’s expression was flat, why he was nervous instead.

He heard that that person is the number one painter in the country, and his background is too big.

Mo Huai glanced at Guo Zhinian, then withdrew his gaze. Falling on the host who came out, his eyes were the light that freedom must have, “Your worry is unnecessary.”

Cao Yang was taken aback, and it took a while before he realized what Mo Huai meant. He turned his head and looked at Mo Huai’s sharply angled, exquisite and deep side face, which was sharp and dazzling.

The host came to the middle of the podium and began to announce the results of the fighting painting, “The third place winner is Xu Zhenyangs work “Sunrise”. Congratulations. The second place winner is…Guo Zhinians predecessor Guo “Taishan Xing”.” The host hesitated, because in everyone’s opinion, Guo Zhinian’s work should be the first.

In the audience, Guo Zhinian’s confident smile froze, with an incredible look in his eyes. When the surrounding exhibitors heard the result, they couldn’t help discussing in a low voice, and the scene was noisy.

You must know that Guo Zhinian, as the number one painter in China, is not only a good painter, but also has won 15 consecutive championships in the Chinese painting competition. This is why he is so sought after in the painting industry. Now, his winning streak will be broken at the art exhibition, and everyone has to fall into a heated discussion.

“I heard that right, Master Guo is actually second?”

“Guo Zhinian is only second, then who is the first?”

“I see, Guo Zhinian’s painting career is coming to an end. After so many years, his source is exhausted.”

“This is just a fight in the art exhibition. Even if Guo Zhinian loses, it doesn’t mean anything. It’s not a big competition.”

“Hehe, I dont agree with what you said. You must know that Qi Laos painting exhibition is extraordinary. This time Douhua invited judges who are well-known both domestically and internationally. It is also the grade, strictness, and slightest of the venue. It is not inferior to some competitions, and even more valued than the competition. You can see who is not a business person or a powerful person. The competition cannot invite these people to watch the competition. Guo Zhinian lost this time, it is probably better than losing the competition. Even more uncomfortable.”

……

The people around him talked a lot, and all cast their surprised eyes on him. The smile on Guo Zhinian’s face could hardly be maintained, his sharp and gloomy eyes stared at the host on stage.

Signaling everyone to calm down, the host person said: “Finally, now I announce that the first prize winner is Mo Huai’s “War Soul”. Now we have invited our hostess to bring up the three award-winning works and show them to everyone. .”

After the announcement of the winners of the first place, the people in the audience were surprised and confused.

“Mo Huai? Never heard of this person.”

“Where is the little painter from? How could it be better than Master Guo?”

“Isn’t it a related household?”

“The little-known painter has jumped past the leading figure in the art world? Interesting.”…

Everyone’s eyes were cast on the stage, and Miss Etiquette put the winning works on stage starting from the third place. Everyone looked at the unfolding “Taishan Xing” in front of them, with vigorous brushwork and majestic momentum. The steep and steep cliffs were filled with fear and palpitations. Guo Zhinian, as the number one painter in China, really deserves his reputation. This “Taishan Travel” is a masterpiece worth collecting, and many people in the audience secretly evaluated the price and prepared to bid.

“Now I will show you the first prize-winning work “War Soul”.”

The two ceremonial ladies stand at the front of the podium, holding the frame carefully and lightly.

“This…” a man exclaimed, “Is the painting a scene of a battlefield?” The thick black pen and ink in the painting depicts a heart-shaking battlefield, as if he saw a **** color before his eyes.

“The pen is strong and the charm is amazing. It is no wonder that he won the first place, good painting.”

“A good picture of “War Soul”, the picture is too strong, the blood is full of ruins, the general is standing on his back, I have a kind of immersive feeling. I can really surpass Guo Zhinian.”… .

Everyone’s evaluation sounded in his ears, Guo Zhinian’s expression was gloomy, and the blue veins in his forehead jumped suddenly, almost bursting tightly. His heart beats wildly, and it is hard to deny that the other party’s painting skills are profound and faintly beyond him.

Thinking of this, Guo Zhinian’s face was covered with haze.

Cao Yang came back to his senses when he heard the host invite the three winners to the stage.

His eyes were bright, and his hands were constantly stirring with excitement, “Brother Huai, you are the first!” I’m good, he didn’t expect Mo Huai to be so powerful.

Mo Huai’s expression remained unchanged, his thin lips lifted lightly, “As expected.” After leaving this sentence, he walked directly onto the stage.

The tall and straight body is obviously abrupt in the crowd, walking on the stage step by step with long legs. Mo Huai seemed to have gathered all the light, with an aura of wanton radiating from his body, which made people afraid to look.

No one thought that the first little painter, who had never heard of him, was so graceful and compelling.

At the end of the exhibition, Mo Huai’s “Soul of War” was won by Yu Lao at the highest price of two million in a public auction, which was more than fifty more than Guo Zhinian’s “Taishan Xing” bid. Million.

At the door of the exhibition, Guo Zhinian looked at the young man in front of him and showed a smile. His tone was mixed with admiration: “Young people, the younger generation is terrible.”

Mo Huai glanced slightly at him, then left without any response.

“Hehe, this man…a little painter is too arrogant. Master Guo, you don’t have to lift him up at all.” The people walking by Guo Zhinian looked at Mo Huai’s proud back and said angrily.

The gloom in Guo Zhinian’s eyes faded, and he smiled: “It is normal for young people to be arrogant, unlike our older generation…”

Hmph, this kind of temper, it seems that the other party is not far in the art world, he doesn’t need to pay attention to it.

……

When I returned to the apartment, it was already evening.

Mo Huai just stepped into the doorway, and he paused, his eyes flashing slightly. He thought she was angry in the study yesterday and she should not be back during this time.

He was condescending, standing by the sofa, looking down, his eyes fell on the girl’s white face. She didn’t know what she had dreamed of, her pretty pale eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her white jade face looked uncomfortable.

Mo Huai squatted down, “Go back to the room to sleep.” His low and cold voice sounded.

Ning Mitang did not respond.

“Wake up, it’s easy to catch cold here.” His thin lips pressed slightly, making him a little unhappy. Just about to reach out and push her to wake her up, there was a sweet smell of blood at the tip of her nose.

Is she injured?

When his gaze fell on Ning Mitangs face, he noticed that her face was too pale, her usual matte and moist lips, now white and bloodless, “Ning Mitang, wake up, what’s wrong with you?” Can not help but worry.

“Ok……”

Ning Mitang hummed softly, frowning more severely.

“Damn it!”

Mo Huai touched her forehead, his palm touched a thin layer of cold sweat, he probed, and his temperature was normal.

The **** smell between the nose lingered and became stronger and stronger, “Where did you hurt?” He approached her ear, his cold voice both annoyed and anxious.

After a while, Ning Mitang opened her eyes, her consciousness blurred, and her dazzling black eyes looked at the magnified handsome face in front of her. She stretched out her hands to wrap around Mo Huai’s neck, her voice was weak, thin and soft. Soft, “Ahuai, I’m uncomfortable.” She drilled her face into the warm and hard chest, and gently rubbed it a few times.

The body in his arms was fragrant and soft, Mo Huai’s body was tight and his dark eyes were deep. He tried to restrain himself from thinking about last night’s dream. She was so delicate and sweet, and she was also dependent on his arms with a loud voice. Panting.