How can I know the strategy? It's all because my wife loves me

"I have no objection, but the premise is that you can't let the video spread out again."

Ye Zheming didn't know where Ye Hongxuan got the courage to compete with Hongyu, but since he said so, Ye Zheming couldn't refuse the challenge.

He glanced at Ye Hongyu beside him. This was his son who had grown up in his care. He knew his own abilities well. Although he was not a genius, he had always been the object of praise from others since he was young.

Ye Zheming doesn't think Ye Hongyu is worse than Ye Hongxuan.

"Hongyu?" Ye Zheming called out.

Ye Hongyu looked up and said, "I accept." He would be upright and defeat Ye Hongxuan with his strength!

"Okay, let's just say that."

Mo Shuang seemed to be in a good mood at this time. "As long as you don't do anything sneaky and shameful anymore, we in Hongxuan will be generous and don't mention the past anymore."

"Okay, okay," Huaban, who had been watching from the side, was really sweating.

If these two sides start fighting, no one can afford to offend them!

"So, you have three days to submit your work before class next Monday, and I will ask the teacher to review it then.

After all, the entries are related to the honor of our school, and it will be a great honor for our school if we can produce excellent works!"

"Well, thank you, Mr. Hua."

Ye Hongxuan was also somewhat happy, his eyes slightly curved. After saying hello to the head teacher, he hugged Mo Yang and Mo Shuang and left.

"Xiao Hongxuan, go back and paint well. We must be no worse than that Ye Hongyu."

Mo Shuang wished she could hold Ye Hongxuan's hand and create.

Apart from anything else, Mo Shuang has been a boss for so many years, and his competitive spirit is definitely not inferior to anyone else.

What's more, the father and son of the Ye family are not good people, and we can't let them get the limelight.

"Hongxuan is great, don't put pressure on him."

Mo Yang hadn't said anything just now, but he was very happy to see his son Hongxuan expressing his ideas actively.

But now that they are still outside, Mo Yang can't act too ostentatiously.

"It's okay, no pressure."

The corners of Ye Hongxuan's mouth rose slightly, and he was in a good mood.

"Oh~ It turns out that our Hongxuan is so confident in himself?" Mo Shuang couldn't help but turn her head to look at him.

"No," Ye Hongxuan shook his head, "It doesn't matter if I lose, the process was good, I fought for it."

No messy means, no plagiarism, just relying on strength to compete with Ye Hongyu, this is what Ye Hongxuan wants.

He brought it up and it was approved.

Next, as long as Ye Hongxuan can calm down and complete the work, he will have accomplished the task.

As for the result, he does not get proud when he wins and does not get discouraged when he loses. For him, it is not the most important thing.

"thank you all."

In the past, he always just did what he wanted and never thought that anyone would care about what he said.

It was because Mo Yang and Mo Shuang stood on his side that he had the courage to take this step.

"Silly brother." Mo Shuang patted Ye Hongxuan's arm, "Okay, I'm going back."

"Next time we have a holiday, I will bring Hongxuan to see you."

"Okay, whatever." Mo Shuang waved his hand nonchalantly and walked towards his jewel-encrusted Pagani in front of the school gate.

Ye Hongxuan carried Xiao Hei to a deserted corner. Xiao Hei combed his beard, jumped to the ground and turned into a human form.

"Let's go and see the new house."

"New, new house?" Why does it sound like something prepared for newlyweds?

"Well," Mo Yang held Ye Hongxuan's hand, "Our future home, Hongxuan, don't you want to see it?"

"Home?" Ye Hongxuan looked at Mo Yang, his originally confused eyes slowly becoming clear and bright, "What you want to see is our home."

This is an upscale residential area near the school, and the people living there are either rich or noble.

Mo Shuang bought the house from an owner. It had been renovated for more than a year, but no one had lived in it. The owner wanted to sell it in exchange for cash flow, and Mo Shuang happened to come across it.

The house is newly decorated in a cozy and warm style. It has all the necessary furniture and appliances. The refrigerator is full of food, and even the bed sheets and quilt covers are new.

I guess Mo Shuang had someone clean up the place, and was planning to let the two of them move in directly.

It was the first time that Ye Hongxuan saw such a nice room and he was extremely happy.

But when she found out that this house had three bedrooms and one living room, she tugged at Mo Yang's sleeve and said, "You, do we still have to sleep in separate rooms?"

Mo Yang was amused by Ye Hongxuan's silly question. If there are three rooms, do we have to sleep in separate rooms?

How could his Hongxuan be so simple?

"What? After we got married, Hongxuan still wanted to use cold violence against me and separate from me?"

"No!" Ye Hongxuan immediately shook his head. Thinking of what Mo Yang had just said, he was stunned again, "Get married?!"

How can Mo Yang speak so confidently about this matter? !

Besides, how could he just talk about marriage so casually? Mo Yang hadn't even discussed it with him before...

"Well," Mo Yang smiled, "Didn't I tell you? This is our new house."

He led Ye Hongxuan to the door of the second bedroom and pointed, "This room is quite spacious. Leave it to Hongxuan to use as a studio."

"The other room is used as a storage room for Hongxuan, specifically for painting supplies and works. The next room is also reserved for Hongxuan to store his works.

This house is not that big. If Hongxuan doesn’t like it, we can change to a villa. But there is no good one nearby, and it may be a bit far.”

“Nothing I don’t like, it’s great here!”

Ye Hongxuan pursed his lips and whispered, "Why are all the rooms mine? Where's yours?"

Mo Yang kept referring to "Hongxuan Hongxuan" all the time, and Ye Hongxuan himself felt that it was a bit exaggerated.

"Me?" Mo Yang smiled, "I only need Hongxuan."

"Mo Yang," Ye Hongxuan moved closer to Mo Yang carefully, "Why do you like me?"

And you're so nice to him...

Could it be that because it was raining that day he brought a courier box to Mo Yang to shelter from the rain?

What if Ye Hongxuan didn’t go downstairs on the rainy day and didn’t meet the injured Xiao Hei, would Mo Yang like someone else?

Like others...

Ye Hongxuan's eyes turned red just thinking about it.

If it weren't for Mo Yang, he would still be the Ye Hongxuan who couldn't even speak properly, or maybe even worse than before.

"What are you thinking about again?" Mo Yang sighed and pulled her into his arms, "Dear Hongxuan, tell me, what are you worried about?"

"Is it because it was raining that day and I helped you that you..."

"Are you stupid?"

Mo Yang raised his hand to wipe Ye Hongxuan's eyes, "My love is not that casual, Hongxuan, I came here for you, I only love you."

"Yes, but..."

Ye Hongxuan wondered, how could he be so lucky to meet Mo Yang?

In the past, I was always the one who was abandoned and had nothing to do with luck. I was shrouded in darkness. How could I be so lucky to suddenly have Mo Yang...

It seemed that since meeting Mo Yang, Ye Hongxuan's life suddenly became complete, which often made Ye Hongxuan feel unreal.

"Don't say but," Mo Yang lowered his head and kissed Hong Xuan's cheek, and deliberately asked to divert attention, "I would like to ask Hong Xuan,

Do you like me because I'm nice to you?

If another person treats you well like this, will Hongxuan still like someone else?"

Well, this is similar to Hongxuan’s question just now. Mo Yang is a little impressed by his own clever brain.