Chapter 372

It may be that Yanbei looked up and saw Mu Chengfeng standing at the door.

As soon as her eyes brightened, she ran to Mu Chengfeng with her mobile phone. "Come back and look at my gallery. Everything is ready. I only owe Dongfeng. Can you help me choose a day to open?"

Mu Chengfeng couldn't help rubbing on Yanbei's head. He glanced at the banquet boat and said, "President Yan is better at this kind of thing. You can discuss it with him."

Yanbei thought about it, and looked at him askew: "can you go with me when it opens? I can't show up in the gallery. Let brother Yan take care of it. Then we'll mix in the crowd and have a look quietly, okay?"

"Of course." Mu Chengfeng had no reason to refuse this simple request. Mu Chengfeng nodded at the banquet boat and said, "you talk, I'll go up and change my clothes."

Yanbei wanted to accompany him, but was stopped by Mu Chengfeng: "there are guests. Of course, as a hostess, she should accompany the guests."

"Oh, that's OK. I let the kitchen cook soup. Come down quickly and we'll have dinner."

"OK." Mu Chengfeng glanced at the banquet boat, "excuse me."

Yanbei wondered in his heart that this man was eager to get himself back to the house to accompany him as soon as he came back. What's going on today?

In the past, he was just like staring at thieves when he came to the banquet boat. Today, he even let himself accompany guests?

I can't figure it out.

Yanbei shook his head and didn't think much. He found a banquet boat to choose a day.

Master Qingzhou said that it would be an important day to meet him.

Yanbei has no problem. Anyway, she didn't produce anything except a few paintings in the gallery. She doesn't understand at all. It's always the banquet boat and Wen Yan who are helping to watch.

Mu Chengfeng soon changed his clothes at home. He was used to being serious. Even if he wore them at home, they were rigid. He just changed his military uniform into civilian clothes and was still black.

The banquet light boat left after having lunch in the Marshal's house. Yanbei took a nap with Mu Chengfeng.

As a result, I didn't sleep. I was pulled by a man to exercise all noon. After the exercise, I was so tired that I went to sleep. Then I woke up and it was dark.

One day passed again. Yanbei looked at the culprit angrily, "I gave sister Su's picture book that I finished today. I blame you for delaying it for another day."

Mu Chengfeng said, "take your time, don't worry."

"Why not hurry? The painting is not enough. In case of a good start, my words will soon be sold out. I don't even have to replenish." Yan Beida said without shame, and then he was happy. "My face is really big. It's good to sell one."

"No, baby's painting must be bought."

Mu Chengfeng actually intended to build momentum for Yanbei. These things need to be praised and operated, but Yanbei rejected them. Their identity is there. Even if they lose money in opening a gallery, they have a good reputation. Art, if they turn the painting into a real commodity, they will be despised.

And Yanbei is also a princess. No matter whether she makes money or loses money, as long as it is clean, people will only say yes. So Yanbei is too lazy to do propaganda. She is very low-key. Ordinary people don't know that the gallery is opened by the little princess of the Empire. She should find something for herself and be happy.

Mu Chengfeng was confident in Yanbei. "Who dares to dislike my baby painting?"

Yanbei said, "well, if I don't have to replenish at that time, I'll take your paintings and hang them up.

Mu Chengfeng's eyes were deep, "baby, are you willing?"

"What's so hard to bear? You're not really naked anyway."

In the studio upstairs, there are a lot of portraits of Mu Chengfeng, all half naked, with various postures and shapes.

Either wear a bath towel at the waist, or wear military pants and boots, or a loose casual pants, barefoot, or sit or stand.

A look back, a look up, a pair of breathtaking eyes.

Mu Chengfeng's muscle lines are particularly perfect. Yanbei likes to draw his upper body. In the original words listed, it is: "I'm a mother. My little ancestor is God. The paintings are similar to those taken by the camera."

"Aren't you afraid that other women will be fascinated by your man's figure?"

"Anyway, they can only look at it, but they can't touch it."

Mu Feng: "

Yanbei turned his head and saw Mu Chengfeng's expression was a little unhappy. Ha ha, the man's cautious eye made another mistake.

"I'm teasing you." Yanbei was so happy that he couldn't stop: "you need to replenish the goods at that time. Even if you sacrifice, it's also sacrificing my good sun's hue."

List the chrysanthemums: "little ancestor, that painting, that painting..."

"What happened to the painting?"

Listing looked at the ceiling, "that picture has been given to Xiao Jiu by me."

Yanbei didn't react for a moment. "Although it's you, it's mine. It's hanging in my studio. Grandson, tell me, how did you take it for yourself?"

"Little ancestor, the general promised. I haven't had time to tell you yet."

"Mu Chengfeng promised? When did it happen?"

Mu Chengfeng calmly drank tea: "I don't know about it."

List: "..." how does the world look like this?

"Marshal, think about it. The day before yesterday, I told you I wanted my painting. You said take it, and then I took it. If you didn't promise, how dare I touch the painting of my little ancestor? I thought I'd tell my little ancestor later, but I've been busy these two days, and then I forgot it."

Mu Chengfeng firmly refused to admit: "I don't know."

List: "..."

The listed heart is broken. The marshal threw the pot in order not to be scolded. You are the marshal. How can you be so irresponsible!

At this time, Xiao Jiu said coldly, "don't argue. I've hung the painting back in the studio."

"What?" Lister jumped straight up.

Yanbei and Mu Chengfeng looked at each other, and they quietly held hands under the table. Don't move too much to avoid the bad stimulation of the list.

At the moment, listing was really sad. "Xiao Jiu, don't you understand what uncle gave you the painting? That means uncle gave himself to you. How can you return it?"

Zhou Chao answered: "Xiao Jiu just doesn't want you to return the painting, brother lie. It's called politeness."

"Shut up!" Listing became angry: "believe it or not, you can brush the toilet of this yuan Shuai mansion?"

Zhou Chao: "......" didn't brother lie contract the toilet in Marshal's house?

A week later, susiru, who had taken a course of traditional Chinese medicine, came to the Marshal's house.

Yanbei was startled when he saw her. "Sister Su, you are thin enough. How can you lose weight?"

Susiru doesn't lose weight. She drinks traditional Chinese medicine twice a day, which makes her lose her appetite. Fortunately, a course of treatment was over, and she hurried to Yanbei.

As a result, as soon as her front foot arrived, someone outside came to report that mucher and master Mu came.