Li Qinqin held the appearance of a pair of apple carets.

"Let's go, Apple."

"No, the apple is my dog, I am its owner, and if I go, he must follow me."He raised his eyebrows as if he were provoking.

“All right, then stay.”Li Qinqin sat in the chair with an apple ass, “Oh—” She immediately stood up like a spring.

“What happened?”Mo Yan immediately became nervous.

“No, nothing.”Li Qinqin's little face was red, she could not tell Mo Yi'an, she was beaten by her father ass.

“You don’t have to say I’ve been spanked by your father, have you?”

“You said it, not all of you!”He glanced at the light.

Li Qinqin said after holding the apple and carefully sitting in the chair, so that sitting will not be too painful, afraid of force.

Mo Yi ang moved his chair and sat next to Li Qinqin.

“Are you still angry with me?”

Li Qinqin pouted his mouth without speaking.

"I inadvertently told Xiaoman about you in my house, and Xiaoman accidentally said that he missed his mouth, so that my uncle knew, and my uncle told you his father in my name."

Li Qinqin then took the right eye to look at Mo Yi Ang, "So you didn't mean to."

"Then, of course, if I did it on purpose, I could have let you stay in my house for so many days, and I would have called your father long ago!"

“I’ll believe you this time!”Li Qinqin immediately rose full of blood, and finally found a step for himself, "Oh, I heard that your engagement has not been booked, what is the matter?" 」

“Why are you gossiping?It's all fun to remember."Mo Yi poked Li Qinqin's head.

"You're not very nice with Fang Duo, Fang Duo is so perfect, how can you be willing?"

Mo Yi's face suddenly changed, "Could you not mention her?"I can't wait to find a place where I can't talk about her."

These days, Mo Yan is going to be bored.

Li Qin saw that Mo's face was not very good, and he did not continue to ask.

“Yes, there is something good.”Mo Yiang took out the painting that Li Qinqin had painted before from the bag, "You continue to paint, I think it's very good."

Li Qinqin looked at his own painting, pouting a little unhappy, "My father still wants to send me abroad, invited me several teachers, one is more powerful than one, my father also told people, as long as I don't obey, as long as I don't obey, how they punish me, you see my hand."

Li Qinqin put his hand out, his heart red swollen, "As soon as my broken English teacher hit, the hand can be tough!"My father praised him for coming and even giving him a salary increase!”

Mo Yiang took Li Qinqin's hand, and the little red hand looked at it, and it was indeed a pity, and he blew down his head.

Li Qinqin's face immediately became full of blood.

"Whoever made you so disobedient is aiquity that you created before."

And he is self-righteous.

“But I really don’t want to go abroad, what I’m saying now, my father doesn’t believe.”What should I do?”

Mo Yi thought carefully and pointed to the painting of Li Qinqin.

"Your father wants to send you out of the country, just think you have nothing to do in the country, if you can choose your own way, success?" 」

Li Qinqin looked in the direction of Mo Yi’s finger, “Do you mean painting?”

"Yes, I think you painted very well, you continue to paint back, I will help you assemble a book, help you publish, maybe you will be a painter, your father will be proud of you, perhaps when you say it, he can listen to what you say."

Li Qinqin immediately hit a ringing finger, "Yes, why didn't I think of it!You are my great savior, and if I succeed, I will never forget your great grace.”

Mo Yi'an let Li Qinqin and Apple play for a while, and then left with the apple.

After returning to the crystal garden, Mo Yi ang looked very good, and he began to help Li Qinqin contact the publishing company.

“Hello, I’m Mo, do you remember me?”The last time you helped me publish my photobook, it was like, I have a friend, she is a comic, she paints comics, paints very well, you see can help publish it?”

"Little Zhou, did you last time say that you know a publisher, can you help me ask, I have a friend who wants to publish a comic book."

"Liang Ge, I remember you said that you are now working in the publishing house, so can you help me see the comic book collection that helped me out of my friend?"She painted it well!”

...

Mo Yan did not think that things would go so unwell.

Li Qinqin seems to have the motivation, every day after the class will paint, painting will be taken into a photo sent to Mo Yi ang.

Mo Yiang looked at those photos, his heart was very unfulfilled, because he had not yet found a publisher willing to help Li Qinqin publish a comic book collection.

At first he thought it would be easy to get help from the publishers in his own name, but he did not think that these people would say that if it was his own publication, they would be fine, but if it was someone else.

That day, he finally got a call from a publishing house and met at a coffee shop.

Mo Yiang also ran a trip to the Li family to bring a few paintings of Li Qinqin.

The head of this publishing house was introduced by a friend of Mo Yi'an.

In the bag room of the cafe, the other party is a man about 30 years old, suit and leather, cultural quality.

"Hello, Mr. Mo, my name is Cheng Yu, and I am the head of Springflower Publishing House."They politely extended their hands.

Mo Yan shook hands with him.

Cheng Yu immediately agitated, "I actually shook hands with the famous Shadow Emperor, and it is estimated that I will not wash my hands for three days and three nights."

"Mr. Cheng smiled, we have contacted on the phone, we will not turn around the bend, my friend's painting is really very good."

Mo Yi'an directly took out the painting and handed it to Cheng Yu.

He was embarrassed to take over the pictures politely and looked at them in a hurry.

“Mr. Mo, I don’t know if you’re interested in writing a book based on your acting career experience?”

Mo Yi's face suddenly sank down, and he could not hear more of these words.

Whenever the other party heard that it was him, it would make such a request, and now many artists publish books, fan effects, these books sell well.

"I'm sorry, I'm helping my friend, and I don't want to write a book myself."Mo Yi ang refused very firmly, "If you are interested in my friend's words, we can continue to talk, if you are not interested, then do not accompany."

"Mr. Mo, I heard that you have been looking for dozens of publishers, and I am very curious about what this friend has to do with you?"