Double treasures are coming: the group-loving mommy has lost her vest again

"I see, there are so many talented people around Mr. Mo. Even if he wears a mask, he can't stop the secretary's excellent and capable temperament."

Lin Yao's ability to speak both human and ghost words has really remained the same for five years...

Qin Xin was dissatisfied that Lin Yao kept staring at Mo Ling's female secretary and cleared her throat: "Ahem, Mr. Lin, Mr. Mo, let's get down to business..."

"That's right, Xin'er is right."

Lin Yao nodded, took out a thick stack of picture albums from his bag, and placed them in front of Mo Ling.

"Mr. Mo, you asked the Qin family to come forward by name last time. This is the Qin family's legitimate daughter, Qin Xin. She is also my unmarried wife, and the new head of the Qin family. Now, are we qualified to join the family? Are you talking about cooperation?"

"It's the Qin family, of course." Mo Ling touched the black cat in his arms and replied casually.

Qin Li's eyes deepened, and he raised his hand without trace and touched the earrings.

Qin Xin boasted confidently: "Mr. Mo, grandpa is getting old. I will take over all the business he has in hand. As for the Qilin Art Exhibition, I plan to entrust it to Mr. Lin Yaolin. Can you see if it is feasible?" ?”

Mo Ling didn't raise his eyes, teasing the black cat in his arms.

Neither agreed nor refused.

However, Qin Xin misunderstood that Mo Ling agreed by default.

"Since Mr. Mo has no objection, I'll leave first. You can handle the rest with Mr. Lin..."

After saying that, Qin Xin stood up proudly and wanted to leave.

"Is Miss Qin trying to break the rules handed down from our ancestors?"

Mo Ling's voice was cold, and the temperature in the living room dropped sharply.

Qin Xin stopped and turned around with an unhappy expression: "I have already come forward in person, what else do you want, Mr. Mo? What's more, Lin Yao will soon become my husband and a member of the Qin family. I think He is fully qualified to talk to you."

Mo Ling ignored her screams and calmly stroked the obedient black cat.

"Meow~"

The black cat meowed in comfort.

"According to Miss Qin's logic, my little black is also a member of the Mo family. Is it also qualified to represent the Mo family and negotiate business with Mr. Lin?"

After saying that, as if it sensed that it was being CUE, the black cat suddenly turned around and stood on Mo Ling's lap, facing Qin Xin and Lin Yao.

Those cat eyes, as clear as gems and shining with dark green light, stared at Qin Xin for a moment.

Qin Xin felt frightened by being stared at, and at the same time she was dissatisfied with Mo Ling comparing pets to Lin Yao.

"you!"

The anger in her heart increased a lot, Qin Xin's eyes widened with anger, and her whole face turned red, like a red ball.

"Mr. Mo, please calm down first. Xin'er is ignorant and childish. I hope you won't be as knowledgeable as her."

Lin Yao glared at Qin Xin angrily and shook his head at her.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Lin Yao secretly grabbed her hand and told her to calm down first and not to anger Mo Ling again.

If the business cannot be reached today, wouldn't the next Qilin Art Exhibition have to open the skylight?

This is a top priority for the Qin family and the Lin family, and there must be no mistakes!

When I think about how I have to rely on this "achievement" to establish my authority as the new head of the family, it also concerns whether I can convince the public...

Qin Xin could only swallow this breath temporarily.

He lowered his head and hummed reluctantly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Mo."

"Xiao Li, did you hear anything?"

Mo Ling raised an eyebrow.

Qin Li shook his head and said cooperatively: "No, Mr. Mo."

Her original voice was damaged by the salty sea water after she fell into the sea.

Later, after a long period of recuperation and nourishment, she could barely speak, but her voice was still hoarse and hoarse.

Through all kinds of inhuman training, she successfully developed a unique and changeable voice.

If she wants to change her voice now, let alone Qin Xin and Lin Yao, even Qin Yu may not be able to recognize people by their voices...

Qin Xin didn't dare to provoke Mo Ling, but she didn't expect that a little secretary next to Mo Ling would dare to be so arrogant.

She was so angry that she scratched her heart and gave Qin Li a hard look, wishing she could give her a big mouth on the spot.

However, Qin Li didn't care about the murderous look in Qin Xin's eyes, and still stood there upright, looking straight ahead.

The calm look in her eyes made Qin Xin's teeth itch with hatred.

"Xin'er, apologize to Mr. Mo properly."

Although she understood that Lin Yao was taking the overall situation into consideration, Qin Xin still felt uncomfortable with the feeling of being lectured by him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, I was wrong." Qin Xin was extremely reluctant to apologize and admit her mistake.

"It doesn't matter." Mo Ling said two words generously.

"Mr. Mo, let's get back to the subject. For this year's Qilin Art Exhibition, we received a total of 15 famous paintings and 5 donated by anonymous masters, totaling 20 paintings. Do you think the process is the same as in previous years?"

Mo Ling opened the album and browsed through it.

Qin Li looked at it calmly from the corner of his eyes.

Wait, that painting is not...

Qin Li's eyes lit up and his eyes were fixed on the last painting.

Feeling her fiery gaze, Mo Ling raised his eyebrows, closed the album with a smile.

"The process is fine, but..."

When he heard Mo Ling say there was no problem, Lin Yao was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the word "but" made him so nervous that he held his breath.

"But the final painting is up to me."

Lin Yao was stunned for two seconds, and then nodded with a smile and compliments: "Of course, of course. I don't know which one Mr. Mo picked up."

Lin Yao made a mental calculation.

If Mo Ling likes a certain painting, he doesn't need to put it up for auction. He can just do it in secret and forward it to him.

Anyway, there were countless paintings sent before, so he could just pick another one to make up the number.

Mo Ling opened the album again, stopped at the selected page, and handed it to Lin Yao.

Lin Yao took the album respectfully and pretended to evaluate it carefully.

After that, he began to flatter Mo Ling in a lavish way: "Mr. Mo is indeed very discerning. This painter is in the limelight. He is a rising star in the past year and a dark horse in the modern painting world. It's a pity that he is not here until now." So far, I have never appeared in public.”

Lin Yao paused, with a smile on his face, and continued to add: "Of course, it is precisely because of his mysterious identity that his paintings are so popular and attract attention."

"I didn't expect Mr. Mo to know something about the rising stars in the painting world. Compared with you, I really feel ashamed and inferior."

"The brushwork of this painting is immature, but the style is majestic and majestic. It feels like it is completely natural. Such diverse and contradictory elements can be harmoniously integrated into one painting. No wonder so many people are interested in him."

"Mr. Mo, I think there are not many people who know how to appreciate him. Most people are following the trend and trying to find new ideas. But you, Mr. Mo, are different. You are the one who truly understands his connotation." Lin Yao was smiling all over his face. Pan continued to praise him, "The world often says that a thousand-mile horse always exists, but a bole does not always exist. I think you, Mr. Mo, are this painting, no, you are this painter's bole..."

Qin Li glanced at Lin Yao disdainfully.

Isn't he tired?

She was tired of hearing it!

Qin Li secretly glanced at Mo Ling again.

He was still calmly stroking the black cat's fur, as if the person Lin Yao was trying to flatter was not him at all.

When Lin Yao was tired of talking, Mo Ling slowly raised his eyes and glanced at him lazily: "I just hope more people can see it."

Lin Yao recognized Mo Ling's voiceover——

He doesn’t want to operate behind the scenes, he wants fair competition!

"I understand, Mr. Mo."

Although Mr. Mo said so, the Qilin Art Exhibition was full of his people, so it would be fine if Mr. Mo took the final photo with a little manipulation.

Wouldn't it be possible to please him while also taking into account his overall view? Wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone?