Chapter 53

That is the problem of food and clothing.

Although she lives in Mohist family and has food and drink, even the clothes are bought by Xiaoxing, she can't go on like this.

In case that one day that cloudy and sunny guy drives her out in his whole life, she is doomed to go to the street without money.

In order that such a thing would never happen, she had to save money in time to make her way.

Even in order to have the courage to fight with Mu Xueer and Su Xiaofeng, she has to save a lot of money.

So when he returned to Linhai manor, Muqiqi took advantage of the space before the little star woke up and hid from the room to draw illustrations secretly.

Before the cooperation of the website recently need a few comics of handsome men and beautiful women, Muqiqi is very bold to take the job.

Because she thinks it's a small case!

skillfully set up the drawing board, she starts to write on the snow-white paper first, and only when the characters are gradually formed can she use the computer.

This is a habit formed in these years. I'm afraid it's hard to change it for a while.

In the quiet room, her thinking is very good, and her writing is natural and fluent. She outlines the figure with three strokes and two strokes.

She first drew a handsome man with short, handsome hair, a high nose, thin lips, and a cold, ascetic look all over her.

The first draft was formed, she blinked, and the whole person was a little sluggish.

Eh?

Why does this man look so familiar?

Looking at the past, she was shocked by the characters she wrote.

Mingming painted a handsome man. Why did he end up being that ugly man?

She tore the paper and threw it into the garbage can. She sat in front of the drawing board again. Suddenly, she found her brain was blank.

Not only that, but also she thought of Mo yanjue's bad face... Br >

slapped her face hard, and Muqi got up and went to the bathroom.

The cool water fell on her palm. She held up a handful and patted it on her hot cheek.

At the bottom of my heart, I am constantly ordering myself: Muqiqi, wake up, what do you think about that ugly man?

After washing his face, Muqiqi went back to the drawing board again, took a deep breath and began to create.

She had to race against the clock as she neared the deadline.

The tip of the nose rustles on the paper again, and a new figure is outlined.

However, when the characters in the pen gradually take shape, she once again rubs the paper into a ball and throws it into the garbage box.

Why?

She asked herself bitterly from the bottom of her heart.

Obviously, I didn't think of him in my heart. Why did the characters painted follow his appearance?

Muqiqi is a little distressed, more melancholy.

Seeing that time is not enough, she has failed to draw well again and again, which is clearly to smash the signboard that she has been painstakingly maintaining for so many years?

Once again, the brain is more and more disordered, and the characters are less and less vivid.

The fidgety mood is oppressed in her heart, she finally can't stand it, get up and walk out of the bedroom and go downstairs to find water to drink.

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when she brought a cup of coffee back to the room.

The moment when I pushed the door, I was completely stunned.

A dignified man was reading the crumpled paper which had been kneaded by her.

"Hello! Mr. Mo, do you need the consent of others before entering others' rooms? "

Muqiqi said, put down the coffee in his hand, and ran to the painting he had in his hand. "Give it back to me!"

The upper arm is raised easily. The paper is as far away from Muqi as a milky way. The man's smiling face is magnified in front of he