Fu Yuchen's mind was filled with questions.

When Jing Nongying received Ling Mengman's private message from her Weibo backstage, she was instantly stunned.

"Little sister Nongying, I am your fan, Ling Mengman. I see that your schedule shows that you will have an exhibition of your paintings next month. I wonder if I can get your autograph at that time."

"Hahahaha, this little demon actually took the initiative to come to the door. How is it? Are you surprised? Are you surprised?" As Jing Nongying laughed loudly, he reached out and patted Mo Han's shoulder excitedly.

Compared to her previous rage, Mo Han was already very calm. "I don't want to do anything more. Let Fu Yuchen slowly get high with her. When I'm bored, I'll go back and watch their play."

"No, such a good opportunity? How can we let it go?" Jing Nongying said with great interest.

Jing Nongying, a well-known young female painter in China, has an aloof personality and does not like to associate with people, nor does she accept interviews from anyone or the media.

All of her social media accounts had only her paintings and life scenes. There had never been a picture of a person, neither her own nor the people around her.

Therefore, rumors spread that she was a pervert who was possessed by painting.

When attending his own personal art exhibition or a large-scale event related to painting, it was inevitable that some people would be added to WeChat at the scene. Once the event was over, the added people would also be directly blackened by Jing Nongying.

She was just so strange, but her talent had to be convincing.

After becoming famous, Jing Nongying built a house in Dashan. Every day, when she opened her eyes and pushed open the windows, fresh air pounced on her face. Birds flew about in the sky, and the flowers in the garden were just dazzling.

Go to the kitchen and make a cup of coffee, then bake a loaf of bread, and sit in the yard reading while enjoying the fruits of your labor. Wait until the afternoon to go to a field not far away to see if his vegetables can be harvested, or need to take pesticides, or need weeding? Jing Nongying waited until late at night before she started painting, because she felt that the silence of the night could bring her more space and inspiration to think.

Jing Nongying especially enjoyed this natural beauty.

Therefore, she did not go out to meet her friends, nor did she let them disturb her peaceful life.

Jing Nongying liked to live alone, freely and freely, except for those friends who had been friends with her for more than ten years.

Mo Han was one of them.

They met when they were in primary school in an international painting competition. The contestants were eager to see the painting styles and characteristics of their opponents on display, carefully analyze and learn from their strengths, and reflect on the imperfections in their works, and whether there were such problems in their own works.

Only Mo Han and Jing Nongying were surprised by the crowd. One of them was sitting on the lawn looking at the sky, while the other was sitting under a tree looking at the ants. Obviously, the sky and the ants were more attractive to them than the results of this match.

Unique people are always attracted to the same unique people, so the two of them became friends and gradually developed into best friends.

When Mo Hanhuo was still alive, Jing Nongying had never boasted that she was her sister.

Now that Jing Nongying was so red and purple, Mo Han had never told anyone that they were the best sisters.

They had never been photographed in the same frame. Most of their contacts were via WeChat videos or messaging. Moreover, neither of them mentioned the other's name at any event, not once.

Therefore, everyone in Nan'an City thought that they didn't know each other. After all, one of them was the wife of the president of Fu Group, and the other was a low-key psychopath painter who had been in seclusion all year round. Although they were both painters, one was a painter and the other was an artist. The two of them were obviously not on the same level.

In their minds, an artist as eccentric as Jing Nongying could not be disdained to be friends with Mo Han.

However, reality fiercely slapped everyone's faces, and it was extremely loud.

"If you can meet me at the exhibition, then you can." Jing Nongying thought for a while and replied to Ling Mengman's private letter. However, the reply to this private letter was after Yifu. After all, her personal assumptions could not collapse. Otherwise, it would easily arouse Ling Mengman's suspicions.

Of course, Ling Mengman was not a fan of hers. Even if she was, she was not a fan. Jing Nongying was very clear because the backstage showed that Ling Mengman had just paid attention to her. Therefore, Jing Nongying felt that there must be something in it when she wanted her autograph so badly.

"Thank you, Little Sister Nongying! Can you tell me when you will appear at the exhibition? My boyfriend likes you very much. He will be born next month, so I want to give him your autograph and a happy birthday." Ling Mengman replied instantly.

When Jing Nongying saw this, he handed the phone to Mo Han. "You haven't seen each other for half a month, have you? The love between the two of them is really hard to see."

Hearing Jing Nongying's mocking sigh, Mo Han threw her eyes over and said, "Exaggerated? This isn't the first time I've heard of such a thing. As for you?"

"After all, this happened to the people around me. It was completely different from what I saw on Weibo or on the news, okay?" Obviously, Jing Nongying was gloating because in Jing Nongying's eyes, Fu Yuchen had nothing but money.

Therefore, Jing Nongying had always felt that Fu Yuchen was not someone worth Mo Han's effort.

Mo Han nodded in amusement, "Then you must have a good experience this time. After all, I don't know if there will be another chance like this."

"How do you plan to reply to Ling Mengman?"

Jing Nongying thought for a moment and then said, "Of course not. Is it that easy to get my autograph? Of course I have to toss her around. Anyway, the exhibition is going to be held for half a month, so she will buy a ticket every day to wait for me."

"Hahahaha, so ruthless? I like you more. I hope you won't show up from beginning to end and make her wait for half a month in vain." Mo Han suddenly smiled meaningfully.

"I think your idea is good. I'll send a message to my assistant to ask her to arrange it." Naturally, Jing Nongying was on her best friend's side. Besides, it was good for everyone to see the paintings in the exhibition. What was the point of seeing her?

Jing Nongying had already heard enough compliments and praises. Most importantly, she knew how meaningless those words were.

As for meaningless things, if he wasted any more time on them, he would be very stupid.

Of course, Jing Nongying would not do such a thing.

"Still no news of her?" Fu Yuchen sat in Tang Xi's office with a solemn expression.

Tang Xi directly tossed the results to her. "We checked everyone around your wife. None of the kindergarten students let go, but they still didn't

Yes. "

"Apart from her mother, Tan Qingyun, we have investigated everyone else." Tang Xi also had a worried expression on his face.

"Then why don't you ask?" When Tang Xi mentioned this, Fu Yuchen felt that it was extremely possible.

Tang Xi shook his head. "Ever since the last incident, Qing Zi's relationship with her mother has been frozen to the extreme, so it's impossible for her to find her mother."

"Her pride won't allow her to do that." Tang Xi was certain of this.

"What if?" Fu Yuchen immediately retorted.

Tang Xi was silent for a few seconds, then said, "If you think there is a chance, then you can go. It would be good to pay a visit to your mother-in-law."

"Her daughter ran away from home because of me. No one can find her now. Do you think she'll see me?" Fu Yuchen asked in disdain.

"Let's not alert her mother first." Tang Xi thought for a moment, then let out a long sigh.

"What about the studio?" Fu Yuchen continued to ask. Half a month had passed. Could it be that Mo Han still hadn't appeared? Then do they still need to start their work?

"The studio is in a mess, and one buyer is blocking the studio door in Tiantian because the delivery time for the work he booked has passed,

But they haven't delivered yet. "Tang Xi's head hurts even more when it comes to this.

Fu Yuchen raised his head and looked at Tang Xi. He asked uncertainly, "Mo Han's work?"

"Yes, and he threatened to smash up Mo Han's studio if he couldn't hand over any more works."

"Isn't this good enough to lose money according to the contract? What's going on?" Fu Yuchen expressed his disappointment at the other members of the Love Song Studio who couldn't handle this small problem.

"No, you're wrong! But that person doesn't want money and insists on Mo Han's work." Tang Xi explained solemnly.

Just as Fu Yuchen was about to say something, Tang Xi's phone rang, "What's wrong?"

"What? Again! I'll be right over!"

After hanging up the phone, Tang Xi immediately put on his suit and walked out. "That person is coming again. This time, he is going to smash the shop. Do you want to go admire him?"

Tang Xi's tone was very sarcastic.

"Who? You don't want to die anymore, do you?" Fu Yuchen's anger quickly burned and he immediately followed behind Tang Xi towards Mo Han's studio.

The open space in front of Mo Han's studio was currently filled with people. There were hackers, buyers bringing pigs to smash the shop, and people from Mo Han's studio.

Seeing Tang Xi and Fu Yuchen appear, the crowd immediately made a tacit understanding.

"President Tang!"

"Young Master Fu!"

The teammates in Mo Han's studio were really on the verge of collapse recently. They were worried about Mo Han's safety, dealing with buyers, and preparing for the next season's competition. These important things had something to do with Mo Han, but Mo Han had actually disappeared at this juncture.

Even Si Nian, who was so close to him, did not know Mo Han's whereabouts.

"I heard that someone is going to smash my wife's studio?" Fu Yuchen looked at the buyer in front of him provocatively.

"We agreed to hand in the work half a month ago. Now, half a month has passed. It's understandable that the people in their studio told me that Mo Han was sick. But since she was sick, why can't I visit her?" The buyer was a fat middle-aged man with a tattoo.

"My wife is in a coma. What do you think the meaning of seeing her is?" Fu Yuchen's voice was extremely cold, causing the man to shiver.

Trembling.

This was because he had never expected Fu Yuchen to come out to deal with this matter.

The newspapers in Nan'an City clearly said that Fu Yuchen chose a new lover, and Mo Han could not stand the blow of running away from home, so what was the meaning of Fu Yuchen's help now?

Could it be that the rumors were wrong?

The man thought about it seriously and felt that he shouldn't, because this information was sold to him by an extremely powerful reporter from Nan'an City. There could be no mistakes.

"Why does Young Master Fu refuse to admit that Mo Han ran away because of your new love?" The man looked at Fu Yuchen and asked meaningfully.

Tang Xi saw that Fu Yuchen's fist had already been clenched, and it was very likely that he would attack in the next second. Sifu was already surrounded by reporters, so Fu Yuchen's attack would have a great impact.

Even though Tang Xi was extremely dissatisfied with his recent actions, he was still on his brother Fu Yuchen's side at this time. "Since you already know about it and are still here to block people, I especially want to know what you mean?"

After hearing Fu Yuchen's reply, the man immediately laughed, "I just want you to admit this fact. As for that painting, it's not important."

"Your answer may prevent you from leaving today."