Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President - Chapter 1058

  London in October is cool in autumn, and tourists from all over the world come here to feed the pigeons of peace.

  Mo woke up from get out of class and ran here with a drawing board to set up a stall. She has been here for more than ten days in a row, and the wandering artists who set up the stall here are already familiar with her. The stall beside her was a middle-aged man who played the violin. His beard covered most of his face, and he looked no different from the homeless outside. However, Mo Xingxing knew that this man was a top student in the Cambridge Music Department and had achieved a lot in the field of modern classical music.

   But those who engage in art are somewhat eccentric. This man is, he has to come here to set up a stall with a good world-class band invitation and not do it. In his words, instead of watching a group of people wearing suits and obviously not understanding music, he has to pretend to understand. , it’s better to pull the music to people who really don’t understand but think it sounds good.

“Wake up, you’re here again today? I’m still betting with them that you won’t be here today. You made me lose 5 euros.” The bearded man greeted her warmly, complaining about her harm He lost money, but his eyes were full of smiles, and he looked at Mo Xingxing as if he was looking at his sister next door.

   Everyone here knows that Mo Xingxing has money in his family and is an uncompromising eldest lady. She came here to set up a stall just for fun and to hone her painting skills, so they all joked kindly, betting every day whether Mo Xingxing would come to set up a stall today.

  Mo Xingxing knew that everyone was joking, not malicious, not angry at all. With a smile, he put down his drawing board, and while setting up the booth, he said with a smile, “Who told you to bet that I won’t come every time, if you bet that I will come, you won’t always lose money.”

The bearded man spread his hands and shook his head, “They said that you can pay 2 to 1 if you come, and you can pay 20 to 1 if you don’t come. I thought you only lasted for two or three days, so I kept betting that you won’t come. It’s fast now. It’s been more than half a month, and I’ve lost so much. If I bet on you again, I won’t make much money back. It’s better to bet on you not to come. If you don’t come, I can get most of my money back at one time.”

  Mo Xingxing gave him a sideways look, “If I come here every day, won’t you lose and go bankrupt?”

“Hahaha, no! I know that the Cambridge painting exam is in November every year, and it is a month away from now. You still have to prepare. You will come back for half a month at most. I’m a big deal in the remaining half. Press a little more every day in the month. The more pressure, the higher the loss, and they still have to return the money to me in the end.”

  Mo Xingxing was speechless, he set up the booth himself, picked up the brush with great interest and copied it on the paper at will. The man next to her was idle and bored. Seeing her starting to paint, he couldn’t help but say, “Wake up, that beautiful boy is here again.”

   “Who is it?” Mo Xingxing put his whole body on the drawing paper and didn’t even lift his head.

“The one I said I liked you, he has come every day since you set up the stall. He used to come, but usually only once a week. It seems that the charm of our wake up is great. Among the oriental girls, you are my favorite. The prettiest one that’s too long!”

  Mo Xingxing is used to being praised for being beautiful.

   She grew up in the pursuit of boys since she was a child, and of course she knew that she was beautiful. She is also good at dressing herself up, and the family conditions are good, so she can’t count the number of boys who like her around her. Even if I came to Cambridge to study, I often received invitations from handsome blond and blue-eyed men on weekdays. It’s just that she already has people she likes in her heart, so she has no interest in these people.

   Hearing that someone said he liked her, Mo Xingxing didn’t take it to heart at all, he still played with his paintbrush without raising his head, and said nonchalantly, “Oh, maybe people are just watching the square and feeding the pigeons, you think too much.”

  Whiskers wanted to say something, a girl had already sat in front of Mo Xingxing’s booth and asked with great interest.

  Mo Xingxing came to the business, the man was not easy to disturb, so he packed up and started to play the violin.

   He plays the violin very nicely, and the music is all composed and composed by himself. In such a romantic place in London, England, it naturally attracted many people to stop and listen. Mo Xingxing’s booth was close to his booth, so naturally there were a lot of people around.

   The girl who asked about the price just now thought that the price was too high, so she shook her head and left. Mo Xingxing didn’t rely on this to eat, so he didn’t care much, and prepared to draw pigeons to practice his hands first.

   While she was tracing the pigeons flying in the square, suddenly a person sat down in front of her.

   “Want to paint?” She was still very happy when someone came, raised her head and asked. At first sight, she was stunned, because the boy sitting in front of her was at most seventeen or eighteen years old, and his skin was not sure whether it was due to the lack of sunlight all the year round. He was pale, but it did not affect his picturesque appearance at all. With long and narrow eyebrows and thin lips, he looked just like the beautiful boy who came out of the comics. She seldom sees Orientals here. When she saw that she was a boy about her age, she immediately became interested, “Hey, do you want to paint? Or are you tired of walking and rest here with me?”

  The boy looked a little taciturn, stared at her for a while, and just when Mo Xingxing was a little embarrassed, he said hoarsely, “Can I…can I paint?”

   His voice was completely different from his appearance, and it was as rough as if he hadn’t spoken for a long time.

   What a weirdo.

   “Of course, I’ll help you paint if you want.”

   “Then…I want to paint.”

   Finally got a deal, Mo Xingxing immediately prepared paper and brushes, asked him to sit on the bench without moving, and began to look at his face and draw.

  The most difficult thing in sketching is to sketch characters, and it is even more difficult to describe the characters. Mo Xingxing had just learned to sketch not long ago, and it was difficult for her to draw figures. But she finally got a good-looking model. Of course, she didn’t want to miss this opportunity. She concentrated on painting for more than two hours, and she tore up a semi-finished product in the middle of the painting. Draw and forget about the ‘guests’. I kept letting others sit and not say anything, and when I couldn’t find the feeling in the middle, I blamed others in a bad tone.

   She peeked at the man, a little embarrassed. It happened that the young man was also looking at her, and immediately noticed her gaze, still maintaining the posture of more than two hours ago, and asked her, “Did you draw it?”

   “Draw… I’m done.” Mo Xingxing felt a little embarrassed. In order to hide her embarrassment, she turned the drawing board over, “Look.”

   “I’m sorry, I’m not very good at painting. Actually, I’m just a student from Cambridge. I came here to set up a stall to practice my painting skills. Well, I’ll give you a little cheaper.”