Blind date flash marriage, abstinent husband is the heir of a wealthy family

Coupled with fog, hazy.

This scenery is very beautiful.

Not long after, Gu Moshen came back with two cans of beer in his hand.

He was too aware of Wen Qiao's drinking capacity, he would easily go crazy if he drank too much.

Just drink it right.

"Why do you want to bring me here?"

"Sometimes standing on a high place and looking at the scenery can relieve the pressure in the heart. The exhibition of Chinese style ink painting has advantages and disadvantages."

"If you can have a perfect painting, you must have a bright future in terms of development, but if your style, including interests, cannot enter the eyes of those seniors, you may be criticized by many people in the future."

Gu Moshen stopped to ponder for a moment, opened the beer and put it in front of her.

Then he said: "At the same time, you have to be prepared to face all kinds of problems. Don't think that you can be safe because you are a disciple of Mr. Qin."

"You must have seen many people who are better than you today. You have no choice but to work hard. Mr. Qin can recognize you as an apprentice, which means that your talent in this area is higher than many people."

"Your talent alone is enough to start a store much higher than others. At this time, you only need to put in 90.00% of your efforts to succeed."

Wen Qiao let the cool evening wind blow over her face, her eyes were fixed on the night scene of the whole city.

What Gu Moshen said was already in his heart.

It's a great feeling to have someone around you all the time to encourage you to move forward.

She picked up the beer and took a sip. She didn't know if she drank too much recently. She didn't feel much after drinking beer.

But it is true that it can relieve the mood.

"Thank you, Gu Moshen."

Wen Qiao collided with the beer can with him.

"We are husband and wife, you don't have to be so polite with me, stand on a high place with me and watch the lights of Wanjia, how do you feel?"

"I don't feel much, but you are by my side, that is the light of thousands of families."

After Wen Qiao finished speaking, she quickly shifted her gaze, not daring to look into Gu Moshen's eyes.

After what I said just now, I always felt a bit like a confession.

No matter how you think about it, it feels weird.

Gu Mo looked at her with deep eyes, and a deep magnetic laughter rang out in Wen Qiao's ears.

In this way, Wen Qiao's face became hotter and hotter. Why did she feel embarrassed hearing Gu Moshen's laughter now.

The relationship between the two of them seems to be getting closer...

After about an hour, Gu Moshen finally took Wen Qiao home.

As soon as she entered the house, Wen Qiao rushed into her studio without hesitation.

Knowing that she would paint ink and wash paintings in the future, Gu Moshen specially asked someone to design a studio.

Wen Qiao had a sudden inspiration on the way back. She suddenly wanted to draw an ink painting about dreams.

Many people's dreams are grotesque, some people's dreams are black and white, and of course there are also colorful dreams.

Wen Qiao took the Langhao pen and began to draw the outline of a dream...

It's four o'clock in the morning.

Wen Qiao was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyelids, and finished the last stroke of the drawing.

When Gu Moshen woke up, he saw that the side was still empty, so he rubbed his forehead.

When he went downstairs to the studio, he saw that Wen Qiao was already sleeping on the table, and the writing brush on the table was still on the ground.

Walking in, tidying up everything on the table, seeing the ink painting hanging next to her, her thin lips outlined a slight arc of relief.

There is indeed something about this painting, Mr. Qin must be very pleased to see it.

Gu Moshen withdrew his gaze, moved gently, carefully picked him up horizontally, turned off the light and left the studio.

It must have been ten o'clock in the morning when Wen Qiao woke up the next day, remembering that her master told her to go to the painting association at eight o'clock in the morning yesterday.

Now that she is two hours late, the master will definitely be furious, and he may not know how to punish her.

Wen Qiao tidied up in a hurry, and went to the studio to get the works he had finished last night in the middle of the night, but there were some things that needed to be added.

But wait until Elder Qin gives his opinion.

Qin Zhimo sat in his office with a serious face, and he raised his wrist to check the time on his watch from time to time.

He told that girl Wen Qiao yesterday that he would be in his office at eight o'clock, but it was already 11:30 and there was no one there.

The impression of Wen Qiao on the other senior ink painters in the office was also reduced because of this.

They had heard before that Mr. Qin had taken in an apprentice who started very late, but this young apprentice was very talented. As long as he studied more, his achievements in this area would definitely be high.

During the previous banquet, many of them were out of town and had no time to come back.

Last night they received a message from Mr. Qin, saying that they were to give advice to this little girl.

This girl has a high level of comprehension, so she can definitely learn a lot with just a few pointers.

Mr. Qin hadn't praised others for their high understanding for many years, and driven by curiosity, they came here.

Came here early in the morning, who knew that after waiting for such a long time, there was no one in sight.

"Mr. Qin, let me tell you whether your apprentice is reliable or not. You haven't seen anyone come for such a long time. This is too disrespectful."

"Which street did you randomly recruit as an apprentice? Then there is no concept of time."

"That's right, I was quite curious about this girl at first, but now I don't care about her at all. With her attitude, she doesn't deserve our advice at all."

The three old men's faces were gloomy, and it was always others who gave them face.

And how many students who like ink painting want to get their advice.

But there is such a person who doesn't know what is good or bad.

"Why are you so anxious? My understanding of this girl is that something has delayed her, otherwise it is impossible to miss the appointment."

Just as Qin Zhimo's words fell, Wen Qiao rushed to the office, still holding the picture scroll in her arms.

"Master! Master!"

Wen Qiao panted heavily, looking directly at Qin Zhimo, not paying attention to the four old people sitting on chairs not far away.

Already very angry, this situation made the faces of the four old men even more gloomy to the extreme.

They had never been so ignored, especially by such a female doll.

Seeing her sweating profusely as she ran, Qin Zhimo's anger quickly turned into helplessness.

"Tell yourself what's going on? Last night I told you what time to come to my office. Look at what time it is, you villain!"

"Master, I came up with inspiration last night, so I stayed up all night to finish my painting. Take a look and see if there is anything else to add."

Wen Qiao immediately opened the picture scroll in her arms and placed it in front of Qin Zhimo.

"This painting, called Bamboo Forest in the Mist, is intended to be a dream."

In the painting is a bamboo forest, with fog floating, the picture has a strong hazy feeling, as if you are in it.