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In the next few days, Su Qing was busy purchasing and matching flowers. In fact, there were not many flowers needed for the exhibition, but they should be designed and matched according to the style and color of each exhibition area.

During this period, Su Qing also brought in a batch of blue Delphinium from other cities. This kind of cool flower is calm, independent and gentle, especially suitable for the theme of the exhibition.

Time flies by in Su Qing's busyness.

On the 19th, Su Qing and Ling Mo had already set up in the stadium before dawn.

Su Qing pruned these flowers in advance. Two people just need to assemble them in the venue according to the renderings. Although the work is not difficult, it is a waste of time and energy.

Unconsciously, the morning passed like this.

"Ling Mo, go and bring me the golden leaf."

Finally, through their unremitting efforts, most of the work has been completed, leaving only the last venue to be arranged.

The theme of the venue is hope. Su Qing uses large red roses to symbolize the passion of the Pentium. She also uses jumping and shining gold as embellishment. With a dark background, the whole picture feels strong and profound.

But Ling Mo didn't find what she said in the place Su Qing said for a long time, but he had to go back empty handed first.

"Susu, I didn't find the golden leaf. Did you forget to bring it?"

Ling Mo innocently opens both hands to look at Su Qing.

"No, I ordered these things many times in the morning. How could there be leakage?"

Su Qing thinks that Ling Mo didn't find the right place, so she plans to find it in person.

"Is it that bag of withered leaves?"

Next to the cleaning aunt heard Su Qing's murmur, coldly cut in and asked.

"Well, auntie, did you see that?"

"I thought the rest of you didn't want to be thrown away."

When aunt said this, her face was full of guilt, and her expression gradually became anxious. Her hand with the broom was also at a loss, as if she had made a big mistake.

In the face of such an aunt Su Qing, of course, can not bear to blame, can only bear to ask where she threw things.

"I put it in the recycling place, but Just now the garbage truck came and everything was taken away. "

This sentence is a bolt from the blue for Su Qing. She stood there as if she had been fixed, but she didn't know what to do next.

"Susu, what's the matter?" Ling Mo looking at Zheng Leng in situ Su Qing, came to ask.

"The leaves have been thrown away..."

Su Qing looks down at Ling Mo with a bitter smile.

However, Ling Mo just thought a little and dropped a sentence, "you wait for me here." I put on my coat and left like wind.

Su Qing looks at everything in the stadium. In fact, it's magnificent just to decorate it with red roses, but the lack of gold leaves is like something missing, which makes people unable to ignore.

She doesn't want to present herself in front of people as a incomplete unfinished product. She rummages around in the things she brings, hoping to find something to replace.

Su Qing thought and sighed. She took out her mobile phone and looked at the time. It's 5:30 in the afternoon. Ling Mo doesn't know where to go. Su Qing calculates that if they go back to get the spare leaves, will they still have time to go to the theater to see the performance?

Just thinking about this, Ling Mo suddenly appears in front of Su Qing again. He asked Su Qing to help him wash his hands and get some water, so he began to adjust the color on the palette.

Su Qing originally wanted to ask something, but Ling Mo looked at the layout of the whole site, the expression on her face gradually chilly up. Even Su Qing is calmed by his aura, and can only instinctively follow Ling Mo's arrangement.

Ling Mo never spoke a word after Su Qing came back. But has been concentrating on the red rose as the background of the painting with gold paint carefully depicted.

Until 6:30, it's perfect.

When Ling Mo left the last stroke on the background board, he looked at the watch on his wrist and showed a confident smile.

"Dear Miss Su Qing, can you date me now?"

Ling Mo throws the brush, straightens the clothes, bends down in front of Su Qing and makes a gesture of invitation, elegant like an aristocrat.

Su Qing looked up and saw that the original design of the scene was even more vivid with the embellishment of Ling Mo's brush, even the shadow of each place was just right.

"Can you still draw?" Su Qing looks at Ling Mo's masterpiece in surprise.

Although she doesn't know much about painting, from her amateur point of view, Ling Mo's painting is so wonderful that people are reluctant to look away.

"Well, don't look. It's too late to look again." Ling Mo laughingly looks at Su Qing's unbelievable eyes.

Su Qing recovered and frowned. There were only about ten minutes left for the ballet performance.Fortunately, the theater is quite close here. If you can take a taxi directly, maybe you can make it in time.

"Then I'll call a taxi..."

"Just close your eyes, my princess."

Looking at Ling Mo still bow the body, stretched out his hand waiting for Su Qing's response. She hesitated, but still handed her hand to Ling mo.

Ling Mo smiles at Su Qing, and a princess hugs her directly.

Su Qing hasn't reacted with Ling Mo, her feet have already left the ground, and she subconsciously hugs Ling Mo's neck under weightlessness. Maybe Ling Mo's words are too tempting, so Su Qing closes her eyes in a daze.

She felt as if she was moving fast. She could feel the wind whistling past her ears. But he was firmly held in his arms by Ling mo. what magic was he doing?

When Su Qing opens her eyes again, she and Ling Mo are already standing at the door of the theater.

Ling Mo gracefully handed the two tickets to the staff at the ticket gate. Then stretch out an arm to face Su Qing mischievous wink.

"Eh?"

Is it really magic? Su Qing can't react to the quick change of the scene. She rubs her eyes and doubts if she is dreaming.

"Really, it's not that in TV dramas, if male owners do this, female owners will pull up."

Ling Mo sees Su Qing standing there dully and can't see any more, so he has to put down his face and take the initiative to pull Su Qing's hand.

"The performance is about to start. Please hurry to enter."

The theater staff started the last broadcast before the performance.

"Come on in, what a fool."

Ling Mo Chong pats Su Qing's head and pulls her in. Su Qing looks at Ling Mo's beautiful smiling face and the venue full of people, and everything is beautiful and unreal.