Strong Locked Marriage: Young Master Mo's Doting Wife

Wei Jingtian sent four teams, he, Mei Lin and Mo Qing went to the art exhibition hall.

In the exhibition hall, there are different master works on display every day, which are divided into painting area, sculpture area and photography area.

Wei Jingtian went directly to the sculpture area to investigate, while Mo Qing went to the painting area.

He walked aimlessly, his eyes lazily falling on the dazzling array of paintings around him.

Mo Qing himself was an eye-catcher, even though he hadn't slept all night, there were deep shadows under his eyes, that kind of elegance and luxury seemed to have a touch of unruly leisure, which made people even more heartbroken.

Many young girls who came to see the art exhibition secretly took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

There was even a young girl who ran over holding a bouquet of flowers, "Sir, here it is for you."

Mo Qing's gaze was very cold, moving up from the bouquet in the girl's hand to the girl's face, without saying a word, walked around her and walked forward.

Silent refusal.

Behind him came the cry of the girl after being rejected.

There was no fluctuation in Mo Qing's heart.

He put one hand in his pocket and closed his eyes.

Any woman is so bland and tasteless, it can't arouse his inner fluctuations at all.

He is enough to give the other side face.

In the past, he would have ridiculed him mercilessly, but just now when he said something, he thought of Qiao Zhinuan's words, and thought of Qiao Zhinuan's judgment of him.

He took back those hurtful words.

Mei Lin is questioning the author of an oil painting.

Her question was very professional and profound, and the author of the painting was a bit unable to answer it.

Mei Lin raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you the author of this painting?"

The author hesitated: "Author, I am the original author, what's wrong?"

"Would the original author know nothing about the creative ideas and process of this painting? You just said that you spent a month painting this painting, but the lines of this painting are very smooth, absolutely not It may take a month of repeated sculpting, but it is definitely achieved overnight."

Mei Lin's direct words made the author of the painting speechless, and his face flushed angrily, "What do you know? What right do you have to question my painting!"

Mei Lin laughed, "If you don't tell the truth again, I will shout loudly. Today is just the weekend, and there are many people who come to see the paintings."

He was frightened by Mei Lin's words, so he hurriedly said, "Shut up! I'll tell you everything you want to know!"

Mei Lin asked, "You didn't draw this painting, did you?"

The author looked conflicted, but he still said: "This is an unspoken rule in our industry. This is not drawn by me, but by my student, but she is not well-known at all..."

Mei Lin sneered and said, "Then you take the painting and keep it for yourself, and sign your own name? Is this... the gunman?"

"This is our rule. My name is valuable. Putting it here is dozens of times more valuable than putting it with students. Just like in the entertainment industry, new screenwriters follow old screenwriters, and the scripts they make will be signed by old screenwriters." The name is the same, if it weren’t for the famous old screenwriter, who would buy his script? There is a price to pay for growth.”

Mei Lin sneered, and said disdainfully, "What kind of bullshit rules."

All those who engage in art have a kind of literary and youthful temperament. When they heard this, they immediately burst into a rage, "Why do you speak so vulgarly, woman!"

"No matter how vulgar my words are, they are not as vulgar as yours."

"..."

The man wanted to yell back, but he thought that the woman was still holding his hand, so he shook his hands and stomped away.

Mo Qing came over, "You know a lot about art?"

Mei Lin turned her head and saw Mo Siting.

"I don't understand. I'm at a half-baked level. I just came into contact with this case. I need to do my homework to understand it."

Mo Qing asked: "Are you following Shen Jinhe?"

"I work at Jinhe Law Firm."

She avoided Shen Jinhe, which made Mo Qing sound a little weird, "Is there a difference?"

"I'm an individual, I don't follow anyone, and I don't attach myself to anyone. Even being an investigator is just a job." Mei Lin spoke eloquently, her voice calm.

Mo Qing was shocked suddenly.

He thought of Qiao Zhinuan.

The same is true for Qiao Zhinuan, even if she was trapped by him in Biyou Villa, even if he was captured by him and brought to Anlisa Castle, she never regarded herself as a man's vassal.

"You and Qiao Qiao will chat together, she has a very similar temper to yours."

Now that Mo Qing thinks about where Qiao Zhinuan is suffering and he is watching the art exhibition in this kind of place, he feels that his internal organs are full of dynamite packets, which can explode instantly with a bang .

But at this moment, his eyes fell on the wall, staying on a painting.

This is a pure black painting.

Black curtain with fine folds.

And right in the middle of the curtain, a gap was torn open.

From the gap, strands of light leaked out, slowly expanding, as if a mass of sun squeezed out from inside.

There was a slight fluctuation in Mo Qing's eyes.

When he saw that piece of light, it was as if there was a ray of light shining in the desolation of his pupils.

In the title on the lower right corner of the painting, there is only one word "Light".

Mo Qing called the staff and bought the painting.

Coming out of the exhibition hall of the art exhibition, Lu Bei just drove over by car.

Mo Qing handed the painting to him, "Go and frame it."

"Yes."

Lu Bei wanted to ask the big boss about Ms. Qiao, but looking at the faint eyes of the big boss, he swallowed the words again, and obediently left with the painting in his arms.

A day passed, and Wei Jingtian went back to summarize the information collected that day.

He walked around the sculpture area for almost a day today, and chatted with the sculptor, but he didn't find any useful clues.

There are also art galleries in the Academy of Fine Arts that I did not visit.

time is life.

Every second of delay now means that for Qiao Zhinuan, there is less hope of surviving.

Wei Jingtian said: "Now the victim is in the hands of the murderer and is in danger. Everyone simply go to eat something and continue to work harder!"

After the police officers dispersed, Wei Jingtian also said to Mo Qing: "Go and eat something, you didn't eat anything at noon."

Mo Qing had no appetite at all.

He shook his head, "Go and eat."

Wei Jingtian simply asked the little policeman to buy two servings of noodle soup and brought them back.

"Come over and get something to eat."

This time Wei Jingtian called in an orderly tone.

Mo Qing was dragged to the table by Wei Jingtian and sat down. He looked at the bowl of egg noodles in front of him, and suddenly remembered the longevity noodles he made for Qiao Zhinuan on her birthday a few days ago.

Her smile, her satisfaction, and the light in her eyes are all still vivid in my memory, but the person is gone.

Mo Qing closed his eyes deeply, leaned against the back of the sofa, and raised his elbows to cover his forehead.

Wei Jingtian took a bite of the noodles, and said with puffy cheeks, "I never thought that you would fall on a woman like this."

After a long time, Mo Qing said, "I didn't expect that either."

Just after eating something, Wei Jingtian's cell phone rang.

It's Meilin calling.

Wei Jingtian used to check Meilin's number lying in the address book several times a day, but no one picked it up.

But now, he receives calls from Mei Lin every day.

Although every time it was about the case, he was still happy in his heart.

There is even a very irresponsible thought that this society will never be peaceful, and cases will emerge one after another, so that people like Mei Lin can stay by their side.

When this idea came out of his mind, Wei Jingtian slapped himself hard.

He got on the phone.

Mei Lin's voice was a little anxious.

"Come to the Art Museum of B right now!"

Wei Jingtian immediately drove Mo Qing to University B.

Mei Lin and several police officers successively visited the art galleries of various universities in Anseong.

Although it is the summer vacation, there will be an exhibition in the Art Museum of B on August 21, and there will be a TV station to interview it. There are less than ten days left. It is the teachers and staff of the Art Museum who are working overtime At that time, several students from the art department stayed in school to help.

The art museums of other universities are basically closed, and only B University is left.

As a woman, when Mei Lin disguised herself as a plainclothes to inquire about clues, it was easy for someone to have a crush on her.

"When did you start the preparations for this exhibition?"

"It's started since last semester. We usually come here when we don't have classes." The male college student was mixing a palette in his hand, and a canvas in front of him.

Mei Lin asked again: "Are all the works of the teacher and you students in the exhibition?"

"There are also people from outside," said the male student, "they are all excellent products that have been screened by the dean."

"then you……"

Mei Lin was suddenly bumped.

A person came over carrying a stack of boxes from behind, and accidentally bumped into Mei Lin.

The three stacked boxes fell to the ground in an instant, and some plaster blocks inside rolled out of it.

The male college student suddenly stood up, "How do you work? Do you have eyes?"

The man hastily bowed.

Mei Lin waved her hand, "It's okay, I'm fine."

She knelt down to help the man stack the boxes up.

When she met this man's eyes, she suddenly froze.

these eyes...

It seemed to be hiding the edge, and it was released in an instant.

This person's facial features are too ordinary.

The male college student glanced at the man, his eyes full of disgust, "Miss Mei, you don't need to help him, he is just a teaching assistant doing odd jobs, just let him pick it up by himself."

Mei Lin frowned, "Assistant?"

"Yeah. And..."

Before she finished listening to the male student's words, a string in Mei Lin's mind suddenly tensed!
When this man was walking, he had a slight limp on his left foot!
She rushed up with a stride, grabbed his shoulders, and slammed the man against the door panel. She shot swiftly and unceremoniously, "Who the hell are you?"