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Under the attention of everyone, Wang Jinguo came slowly.

He is only 60 years old, and the black hair on the top of his head is still thick. Only the thin lines on his face and the wise expression in his eyes tell of his vicissitudes.

He stood between Modu and Zhao Ziquan, looked at it for a while, and said, "Today is a charity auction, and I, the old man, is in charge. You each draw a painting as the auction item. No matter how much it is, it is considered a kindness." !"

He obviously didn't mention the game, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he agreed.

After all, painting on the spot can't hide whether a person has aura or not.

"That's fine, let that trash Mo Du see the gap between him and Mr. Zhao!"

Someone gave Modu a very indignant look.

However, Jiang Mianmian almost wanted to give this person a bonus!
This time, Zhao Ziquan had to go if he didn't!
Zhao Ziquan's eyes were gloomy, and he wanted to beat up the talking idiot, but with so many eyes watching him, he had to stiffen his neck and said, "Then go to a quiet room!"

Jiang Suihan looked sideways and said, "Zhuoyi, let the waiter prepare the room and tools."

Zhuo Yi left in response.

Zhao Ziquan had no choice but to be surrounded by the crowd and leave. His insidious triangular eyes glanced at Jiang Mianmian hatefully, but Jiang Mianmian squinted his eyes and stared back!

Hmph, big villain, if you do something bad, you will be punished!

No matter how hard you stare, your eyes are not as big as mine!

Jiang Mianmian wrinkled the tip of her nose at him, and said crisply: "Big brother, ask Second Brother Zhuo to help fat uncle, he is about to fall!"

Hearing this, Zhao Ziquan staggered and could only endure the plan of falling and hurting.

Damn little bitch!

The eighth floor was originally used for exhibitions, and it is quiet and quiet, full of artistic atmosphere, and quiet rooms can be seen everywhere.

The group quickly entered a huge room.

There are two easels in the center of the room, next to them are all kinds of paints, plain lead, colored paintings, ink paintings... as long as the categories can be named, they are placed in the room by category for easy access .

Seeing this, Wang Jinguo nodded in satisfaction. He stood in the center of the crowd and lowered his voice slightly: "Everyone, because this painting came suddenly, there is no topic and you can draw whatever you want. Zhao Ziquan, Mo Du, you don't have any Question?"

Zhao Ziquan bit the bullet and nodded: "No problem."

He can't be compared, he must draw works that satisfy everyone, but according to his own level, he can't beat Mo Du no matter what... What should I do?
"Where's Mo Du?" Wang Jinguo asked again.

Modu was stunned and didn't answer.

He looked at Zhao Ziquan, still thinking about how to kill the enemy.

Jiang Mianmian puffed her mouth, thinking why would she find a foolish master for herself? This IQ won't affect her in the future, right?
"Teacher, teacher!" She tiptoed and tugged at Mo Du's sleeve.

Mo Duhei's dark eyes lowered in a daze, Jiang Mianmian simply pulled him off, leaned into Mo Du's ear and said, "Teacher, your chance has come, as long as you can beat Zhao Ziquan, you will have a way to let others I understand, he is stealing your paintings, so hurry up!"

Mordo: "..."

His neck twisted mechanically, and his dark eyes reflected the scene in the room. After a long while, his dead eyes lit up little by little.

"I...really, can..."

"Teacher can restore her reputation!" Jiang Mianmian said firmly.

Hearing this, the heart immersed in the darkness finally started beating little by little.

Modu patted Jiang Mianmian's head and said in a low voice, "Thank you!"

Then, he stood up and said seriously: "I see, thank you Mr. Wang for giving me this opportunity!"

The game is just the beginning.

Wang Jinguo drove everyone out, and only he himself stayed in the studio and watched the two of them paint. No one would question that he would cheat.

Modu stood in front of the easel and closed his eyes.

His soul seemed to be drifting in the darkness, and then he saw a pair of vicious faces, one hand desperately trying to hold him down, he fell into a swamp and could not break free, he heard someone silently Laughing loudly, that smile is proud, sarcasm, vicious, and sinful...

His soul was dyed black, almost assimilating with the darkness, but at the last moment he saw a pair of limp hands and bright eyes.

"But I like your paintings!"

The crisp voice finally rescued him from the quagmire.

Mo Du suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the paintbrush and began to splash ink on the canvas, immersing himself in his own world.

Wang Jinguo, who was standing not far away, watched his movements, stretched out his hand to stroke his frosty beard, and nodded slightly.

outside the room.

Jiang Mianmian glanced at the door, lowered her voice, and asked, "Big brother, do you think the teacher will win?"

Hearing this, Jiang Suihan couldn't help pinching her cheek, and smiled helplessly: "You don't know the answer, so you dare to push Modu to the competition?"

Isn't that because she knows that Modu is really powerful!

Jiang Mianmian stuck out her tongue, and said in a childish voice, "I believe the teacher will definitely win!"

"Since Mianmian said he will win, then he will definitely win!" Jiang Suihan obeyed Jiang Mianmian's thoughts without principle.

If Modu's level is really the same as the one he brought to the exhibition today, his aesthetics and accomplishments tell him that Modu will definitely win.

Moreover, Zhao Ziquan's expression was sneaky, and the matter of grabbing the painting was obviously suspicious.

However, Jiang Suihan didn't really take these things to heart. He helped Mo Du only because their little princess liked Modu as a teacher. Since she was Mian Mian's teacher, she was one of her own.

He is a man who protects his shortcomings!
"Gulu... Gulu Gulu!"

When Jiang Suihan came back to his senses, he saw their little princess holding her belly and smiling at him awkwardly, a silly smile.

"Are you hungry?"

Jiang Suihan suppressed a smile and asked gently.

Embarrassed, Jiang Mianmian buried herself in Jiang Suihan's chest, and said softly, "I'm not full today!"

"Big brother is wrong. He didn't even notice that our little princess ate less. Then big brother will take you to eat hamburgers now, okay?"

Jiang Suihan pinched her little nose to coax her.

Hamburger!
Jiang Mianmian couldn't help licking the corners of her mouth, she felt even hungrier!
In fact, she has long wanted to try the taste of hamburger, but unfortunately her brother said it was junk food. For two whole months, she couldn't find a hamburger restaurant at Grandpa Ken's.

"Okay! Big brother, you are the best, Mianmian loves you the most, let's go now!"

Jiang Mianmian jumped off Jiang Suihan's knees, and grabbed his fingers, happily urging him.

"Hurry up, Mianmian is going to starve to death!"

"Yuanyuan, what do you want to eat? I want to eat pineapple fort. The fruit is sweet and has a meaty taste. It must be very delicious!"

The vassal Yuan who was caught suddenly blinked, not wanting to answer this question.

He doesn't like to eat hamburgers, why are girls' hobbies so strange?Is Junk Food Tasty?