The milk group of the five big guys spit milk

"You can't faint. If you faint, you won't have a chance to stand up!"

Suddenly, a clear and firm voice sounded from the back of his head.

Mo Du's drowsy mind seemed to flow into a clear spring at that moment, completely washing away his pain and confusion. Yes, he couldn't pass out, otherwise Zhao Ziquan would definitely find an opportunity to pour all the dirty water on him body.

Even his life-saving painting will be snatched away.

When the time comes, what will my wife do for surgery!

Modu bit the soft flesh of his lips hard, until the flesh and blood he wanted was bloody, and he could barely restrain his excitement.

"Shut up, all of you!" He closed his eyes and yelled suddenly.

Perhaps it was too unexpected, the chatterer stopped suddenly, and just looked at Mo Du with disgust and indifference.

Mo Du didn't care either, he just stared at Zhao Ziquan fiercely, his weeping voice was like a knife scraping a bone: "Zhao Ziquan, you hypocritical villain, I can't beat you, even all the evidence has been completely destroyed by you , but I dare to swear that [-]% of your paintings are my works, if this sentence is true, I will not be able to paint in my life, and I will die! But do you dare to swear?"

"Do you dare to say that your paintings are all your own works, otherwise, you will be ruined and abandoned by everyone, do you dare?"

This question is like the rumbling of thunder, carrying a thousand pounds of force.

It also made the noisy crowd around them slightly shaken.

Mo Du stared at Zhao Ziquan stubbornly, Zhao Ziquan's pupils shrank, he just felt that the person in front of him was really difficult to deal with, so obediently, it would be good to just send the painting out honestly, why are you struggling?

It's really annoying, like a fly that can't be shaken off, it just buzzes and screams.

He shook his head and looked away: "I did all those paintings, why should I swear?"

"No, you dare not! You are afraid of being exposed, you are afraid of losing your reputation!" Mo Du was aggressive.

"I……"

"If you swear, I will give you this painting!"

Zhao Ziquan looked at the painting that was handed in front of him, this painting that he had been longing for as a final work, a flash of greed flashed in his eyes, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly laughed.

He has no reason to recommend the achievement that came to him, let alone swear?How much is it worth to swear?

"Okay, I swear, all my works are my own. If there are any false ones, then I will be ruined and rejected by others, and I will never be able to pick up a paintbrush!"

In a word, it resounds loudly.

Let those who are a little bit tangled fall towards him in an instant.

It also made Mo Du's eyes widen in astonishment, how could this happen?Is Zhao Ziquan really not afraid?

"you……"

"Mo Du, it's the best time for the teacher to forgive you. Now bring the teacher's painting over? Don't make any more mistakes!" Zhao Ziquan smiled hypocritically, looking at Modu with bright disdain in his eyes.

Mo Du tightly clenched his palms, feeling his breath thicken.

How to do?What is he going to do?
He can't hand it over, he can't... Obviously Zhao Ziquan is the one who stole the painting, not him, not him!
His heart cries out, but no one hears it.

Jiang Mianmian quietly looked at Zhao Ziquan's complacent eyes, then at Mo Du who looked dull and almost hopeless, and sighed angrily.

"Big brother, help him, don't let anyone steal the teacher's painting!" She whispered.

Jiang Suihan nodded, Zhuo Yi blocked Mo Du with just one look.

Zhao Ziquan was very angry, but he didn't dare to offend the Jiang family or Jiang Suihan. In the end, he knew that his achievements were castles in the air, and they were all fake. He reveals the prototype.

He glanced at Jiang Suihan's cold face without a trace, and stared at Mo Du warningly: "Mo Du, is it possible that you still want to continue to make mistakes?"

Modu...Mo Du can't wait to kill the person in front of him!
If you kill him, will someone be willing to believe him?He is the victim!

He held his palm tightly, and his fingertips almost poked blood holes in his palm, dripping blood dripping on the ground.

Jiang Mianmian took a look at his appearance, and her heart skipped a beat.

His cheap master was so emotional that he was about to lose control?
Hey, he is too easy to bully, right?However, after all, he is the master he has identified, even if it is easy to bully, he must bully himself. If others bully her master, he will have to pay the price.

"Uncle Fat!" Jiang Mianmian yelled with a smile.

"Teacher Mo is a big idiot. I swear this kind of thing, children will know it's fake, and he will be deceived. Mianmian has a way to tell if what you say is true!"

Zhao Ziquan wanted to kill this little girl who appeared out of nowhere!
Why do you always mess with him!

"Little friend, this is an adult's business, and Mo Du has already acquiesced, so there is no need to distinguish between true and false!" He tried his best to endure his temper, and said to Jiang Mianmian with a fake smile.

Jiang Mianmian pouted, and said as it should: "But the teacher said that children should have the spirit to break through the casserole and ask the end. I think the teacher is right!"

"Uncle Fat, you don't want to be suspected of stealing other people's paintings all the time, do you? How about you and Mr. Mo make a painting on the spot for a competition, and then let the uncles present judge it. You are Mr. Mo Your master must be stronger than him, right?"

Zhao Ziquan's fleeting panic was reflected in her black and white eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Before Zhao Ziquan snatched Modu's paintings, he was just a small painter with some reputation, and the highest price of his works was only 50 yuan.

She didn't believe that Zhao Ziquan's paintings could compare to Mo Du's.

Zhao Ziquan waited for Jiang Mianmian, his eyes seemed to be eating people: "Mr. Jiang! She is insulting my character, you just..."

"If Master Zhao is not guilty, why not agree!" Jiang Suihan lightly interrupted Zhao Ziquan's accusation.

Then, he casually lifted his thin eyelids, and smiled with thin lips: "Or, Master Zhao didn't dare at all?"

In a word, Zhao Ziquan was completely put on fire.

Zhao Ziquan's face was so ugly that he stepped on the leather shoes and unconsciously rubbed back on the marble, his whole body was shouting, run away, you must run away!

Otherwise, he would really be ruined.

"I do not……"

"President Wang, I guess you don't want your painting association to have scum who snatch other people's works?" Jiang Suihan's eyes passed Zhao Ziquan, and fell on the old man who was watching the show outside the crowd.

At this time, Zhao Ziquan belatedly discovered that the small corridor was surrounded by water, and the old man standing outside the crowd was the president of the National Painting Association and the most prestigious Chinese painting in China. Holy Hand, Wang Jinguo.

With a thud, he swallowed his saliva, and drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead!
It was his miscalculation, how could things have developed to such a situation?

As long as Wang Jinguo speaks, he has to paint if he doesn't paint!

what to do?If you want to escape, you must escape!

"President Wang, this is an internal matter of our painting association. Mr. Jiang, an outsider, doesn't need to participate, right? After all, except for the scum, the painting association will never let outsiders know!" Zhao Ziquan's eyes darkened, trying to be the last struggle.