Chapter 672

Li Qinqin holds the apple and looks like a baby.

"If you want to go, you go, and the apple stays."

"No, apple is my dog. I am its owner. If I go, it must follow me." Mo Yi ang raises eyebrows as if to provoke.

"All right, all right, then you stay too!" Li Qinqin took the apple and sat down on the chair. "Oh -" she immediately stood up like a spring.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yiang immediately became nervous.

"No, it's nothing." Li Qinqin's little face is red. She can't tell Mo Yiang that she was spanked by her father.

"You don't have to tell me I was spanked by your father, do you?"

"You still say, it's not all thanks to you!" The Li Qin Qin mercilessly stares at the Mo one ang one eye.

Li Qinqin said, holding the apple carefully sitting in the chair, so sitting will not hurt too much, afraid of fierce force.

Mo Yi ang moved a chair and sat beside Li Qin.

"Still mad at me?"

Li Qin pouted and did not speak.

"I told Xiaoman about you in my house by accident. As a result, Xiaoman accidentally let my uncle know. My uncle told your father in my name."

Li Qin Qin this just takes a positive eye to see Mo Yi ang, "so you are not intentional."

"Of course, if I meant to let you stay in my house for so many days, I would have called your father!"

"Well, I'll believe you this time!" Liqinqin immediately full blood resurrection, finally found a step for himself, "ah, I heard that you are not engaged, what's the matter?"

"Why are you so gossipy? It's almost entertainment. " Mo Yi ang pokes Li Qin's head.

"Aren't you very good with Fang Duo? Fang Duo is so perfect. How can you give up?"

Mo Yi Ang's face suddenly changed, "can you not mention her? I managed to find a place where I could not mention her. "

I'm tired of Mo Yiang these days.

Seeing that Mo Yiang's face was not very good, Li Qinqin didn't continue to ask.

"By the way, there are good things." Mo yi'ang took out Li Qinqin's painting from his bag. "You can continue to draw. I think it's very good."

Li Qinqin looked at his painting, pouting a little bit unhappy, "my father still wants to send me abroad, invited several teachers for me, one by one, my father also told people, as long as I don't obey, no matter how they punish me, you see my hand."

Li Qinqin put out his hand, and the palm of his hand was red and swollen. "Just my broken English teacher, I'm very cruel! My father even praised him and even gave him a raise! "

Mo yi'ang takes Li Qinqin's hand over. The red little hand looks really pitiful. He lowers his head and blows.

Li Qinqin's face immediately filled with blood.

"Who told you to be so disobedient before? It's all the evil you've done before."

Li Qin pouted and knew he was wrong.

"But I really don't want to go abroad. My father doesn't believe what I say now. What should I do? "

Mo Yiang pondered carefully and pointed to Li Qinqin's painting.

"The reason why your father wants to send you abroad is that he thinks you have nothing to do at home. If you can choose your own way, how can you succeed?"

Li Qinqin looked at the direction of Mo Yiang's finger, "do you mean to draw?"

"Yes, I think your painting is very good. If you continue to draw, I'll help you assemble a book and publish it for you. Maybe you will become a famous painter. Your father will be proud of you. Maybe he will listen to what you say."

Li Qin immediately hit a loud finger, "yes, I didn't think of it! Mo Yiang, you are my great Savior. If I succeed, I will never forget your great kindness! "

Mo yi'ang let Li Qin play with apple for a while, then he left with apple.

After returning to the crystal garden, Mo Yiang looks very happy. He starts to help Li Qinqin contact the publishing company.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang. I'm Mo Yiang. Do you remember me? You helped me publish my photo album last time. It's like this. I have a friend who draws comics. She draws comics very well. Can you help me publish it? "

"Xiao Zhou, did you say that you knew someone from a publishing house last time? Could you ask me if I have a friend who wants to publish comic books?"

"Brother Liang, I remember you said that you are working in a publishing house now. Can you help me to see the comic book that my friend published? She's a good painter

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Mo yi'ang didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

Li Qinqin seems to have the motivation to draw after class every day. After painting, he takes pictures and sends them to Mo Yiang.

Mo yi'ang looked at the photos, and he was very upset because he had not found a publishing house willing to help Li Qinqin publish his comic book.At first, he thought it would be easy for him to go to those publishers for help in his own name, but he didn't expect these people to say that if he wanted to publish, they would have no problem, but if it was someone else, it would be OK.

This day, he finally received a phone call from a publishing house and made an appointment to meet in a coffee shop.

Mo yi'ang also went to Li's house by the way and brought some of Li's paintings.

The person in charge of this publishing house was introduced by Mo Yiang's friends.

When I came to the private room of the coffee shop, I saw a 30-year-old man in a suit and elegant manner.

"Hello, Mr. mo. my name is Cheng Yu. I'm in charge of Chunhua publishing house." The other side politely extended his hand.

Mo Yiang shook hands with him.

Cheng Yu immediately excited, "I even shook hands with the famous movie king. It's estimated that I won't wash my hands for three days and three nights."

"Mr. Cheng is joking. We have already contacted each other on the phone. Let's not make a detour. My friend's painting is really good."

Mo Yiang directly took out Li Qinqin's painting and handed it to Chengyu.

Cheng Yu was embarrassed, but he politely took over the paintings and looked at them in a hurry.

"Mr. Mo, I wonder if you are interested in writing a book based on your acting career?"

Mo Yi Ang's face suddenly darkened. He couldn't hear more of these words.

Every time the other party hears that it's him, they will make such a request. Now many artists have published many books, and the fans effect. These books sell well.

"Sorry, I'm helping my friend. I don't want to publish a book myself." Mo yi'ang firmly refused, "if you are interested in my friend's words, we can continue to talk. If you are not interested, I will not accompany you."

"Mr. Mo, I heard that you have found more than ten publishing houses. I am very curious about the relationship between this friend and you."