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That was the problem of his own warmth and hunger.

Although she had food and drinks in the Mo family, Little Xing had even sent people to buy clothes for her.

But she couldn't go on like this.

In the case that one day that shady fellow angrily kicked her out, she, who had no money, would only end up living on the streets.

In order for such a thing to never happen, she had to save up some money as soon as possible to figure out a way out.

Even if she had the guts to fight Mu Xue'er and Su Xiaofeng, she still had to save up a lot of money.

Therefore, when they returned to the Lin Hai Manor, Mu Qiqi took advantage of the time that Little Star wasn't awake to hide in her room to secretly draw an illustration.

A few comics of handsome men and beautiful women were needed on the website recently. Mu Qiqi took the job boldly.

Because she thought it was a little case!

After skillfully setting up her drawing board, she started to write on the snow-white paper, waiting for her character to gradually take shape before she started to use her computer.

This was a habit that he had formed over the years, and it would be very difficult to change it in a short period of time.

In the quiet room, her train of thought was very good, and her strokes were naturally smooth as well. In a few strokes, she had outlined the outline of the character.

The first thing she drew was a handsome man. He had handsome short hair, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. He had a cold and restrained aura around him.

After the first draft was formed, she blinked her eyes and became a little dazed.

Eh?

Why did this person look so familiar?

Taking a closer look, she was shocked by the character she wrote.

He was clearly drawing a handsome man, but why did he turn into that smelly faced man in the end?

She tore the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can. Then, she sat down in front of the drawing board. Suddenly, her mind went blank.

Not only that, but for some inexplicable reason, she thought of Mo YanJue's smelly face …

Mu Qiqi fiercely patted her face, then stood up and went into the bathroom.

The slightly cold water fell onto her palm. She lifted it up and slapped it against her burning cheeks.

In the bottom of his heart, he continuously ordered himself: Mu Qiqi, wake up. What is that stinking man thinking?

After washing her face, Mu Qiqi once again returned to the drawing board, took a deep breath, and continued to compose.

The time of delivery was getting closer and closer, and she had to race for time.

The tip of his nose once again rustled on the paper, and a new outline of a character appeared.

However, as the characters gradually took shape, she angrily rolled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash.

Why?

she asked herself bitterly in her heart.

She clearly didn't think of him in her heart, so why did the character she drew involuntarily follow his appearance?

Mu Qiqi was a bit distressed, but more of it was melancholy.

Seeing that she was running out of time, she continued to paint badly. Was she trying to destroy the signboard that she had painstakingly kept up for so many years?

As he started writing again, his mind became more and more muddled, and his characters became more and more lifeless.

She couldn't take it anymore. She got up and went out of the bedroom to get some water.

….

When she returned with a cup of coffee.

The moment he opened the door, he was completely dumbfounded.

A reserved man was holding a crumpled piece of paper that she had already rubbed in her hands and was reading it with relish.

"Hey!" Mr. Mo, should you get someone's permission to enter someone else's room? "

Mu Qiqi said, putting down her coffee and rushing over to grab the painting from him. "Give it back to me!"

Her upper arm was easily raised, and the paper was as far away from Mu Qiqi as if they were separated by a galaxy. The man's mischievous smile enlarged in front of her …