After the divorce, the rich president knelt down and begged me to get back together

Mr. Mo closed his eyes, moved his nose slightly, and took a deep breath.

Perhaps because he smelled a scent he liked, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

After a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Disciple, your thing is good, but it's a pity that you can't mass-produce it, otherwise you can sell it to more people who need it." Old Mo said with a little regret, holding the bottle in his hand.

Shen Qingli had thought about what Mr. Mo said.

Her time is limited now, and painting every day has taken up a lot of her time.

She no longer had any extra time to spend on aromatherapy.

"Mr. Mo, I know you are doing this for my own good, but I don't have time to make these things now. I will mass produce them when I am free someday."

As she spoke, Shen Qingli took out ginseng and other supplements.

"I bought these to honor you, old man."

These things are a bit expensive, but they were carefully selected by Shen Qingli and are a token of his love.

Although to the knowledgeable Mr. Mo, it was just an insignificant thing.

After several months of getting along, Shen Qingli and Mr. Mo have become much closer, and she understands his needs better.

"You, I already have all these things, why spend so much money?" Mo Laoduo muttered a few more words.

Although he didn't know much about his apprentice's situation, he knew that she was in great need of money.

He just took a few casual glances and found that these things would cost tens of thousands.

He has all these things here, some of which are even more expensive than here, and they were all given to him by others to please him.

Shen Qingli smiled faintly, "It's different, Mr. Mo, don't worry about me, I can afford it."

Mr. Mo had no choice but to accept her stubbornness.

Afterwards, Mr. Mo took Shen Qingli to visit his collection room, which was on the underground floor where the air was dry and very suitable for collecting.

There are at least thousands of paintings here, including Mr. Mo’s own paintings, as well as collections purchased from abroad at high prices.

At this time, the assistant called and told Mr. Mo that a guest had arrived.

"I'll go up first, you watch here."

Shen Qingli wanted to ask him more, but Mr. Mo didn't hear her and quickly disappeared in front of her.

The air suddenly became quiet, and only her breathing could be heard.

She walked inside from the door and finally stopped at a painting.

This is a painting of an ancient lady, and according to experts, it has a history of thousands of years.

She had seen this painting online before and heard that a mysterious buyer had spent 10 million on it.

It turns out that the mysterious buyer behind the scenes is Mr. Mo.

Then, Shen Qingli took another step and came to Mo Lao's painting.

Judging from the style of the painting, it is one of Mr. Mo’s early works. His early works circulating in the market are now very rare.

Shen Qingli was immersed in appreciating the paintings, but she didn't notice that someone had quietly arrived at the other side of the collection room.

Suddenly, the lights in the collection room dimmed, and Shen Qingli almost screamed out.

It was dark here and her heartbeat was getting a little violent, so she covered her chest and felt her beating heart.

She was about to take out her cell phone, but was frightened by a strange sound and the phone fell to the ground.

What should I do?

Shen Qingli was feeling anxious when she heard footsteps behind her.

She asked warily, "Who's there?"

After waiting for a moment, there was no answer.

Until a hand suddenly reached out, scaring her so much that she almost lost her soul and screamed.

"Ah~"

"it's me."

A slightly familiar voice sounded in Shen Qingli's ears.

"Are you Qiao Jinnian?" Shen Qingli asked persistently.

Qiao Jinnian chuckled, "Miss Shen, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you can't even recognize my voice?"

After greeting Mr. Mo, Qiao Jinnian decided to visit his collection room.

Mr. Mo received an important call and forgot to remind him that Shen Qingli was also in the collection room.

The lighting in the collection room is aging and there will be occasional electric shocks. Today they were unlucky and happened to encounter this.

After confirming that it was someone, Shen Qingli breathed a sigh of relief.

She patted her chest and pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's you. Why didn't you speak up earlier? You almost scared me to death."

Just now she thought there was something dirty following her, and she was so scared that she didn't dare to move.

Qiao Jinnian turned on the light on his phone and chuckled, "I didn't expect Miss Shen to be so timid. By the way, where's your phone?"

After being reminded by Qiao Jinnian, Shen Qingli thought of her cell phone that had dropped on the ground, and she quickly squatted down and searched for the phone on the ground.

Qiao Jinnian turned on the light on his cell phone and helped her search.

After searching for a while, the lost phone was found in the corner of the table.

"Here, is this your cell phone?" When Qiao Jinnian handed the phone to her, his hand touched hers.

Unlike the temperature of her hands, Qiao Jinnian's hands were extremely cold, and Shen Qingli only felt that her hands were frozen.

The temperature of his hands was so low, unlike Gu Peisi's, which were very hot.

What happened? Why did she suddenly think of Gu Peisi?

"Thank you."

Seeing her hand shrank slightly, Qiao Jinnian frowned slightly.

"Since the power is out, there's no need to stay here. Let's go out first."

Shen Qingli agreed to Qiao Jinnian's proposal.

She has already seen most of the paintings she should see.

When he returned to the living room on the first floor and saw the two people walking side by side, Mr. Mo suddenly realized.

"Why did you come here together? Do you know each other?"

Qiao Jinnian found a chair and sat down casually. "Uncle Mo, your collection room should be cleaned up. I just went downstairs and the power went out."

Watching the two of them chatting familiarly, Shen Qingli was very sure that Mr. Mo and Qiao Jinnian had a special relationship.

Mr. Mo sighed and said, "You know, I seldom go there. I have repaired it several times, but it is still not fixed."

At this time, Mr. Mo stared at Qiao Jinnian closely, making him feel a little puzzled.

"Uncle Mo, why are you looking at me like that?"

Mr. Mo secretly glanced at Shen Qingli and said lightly: "Nothing."

If only his apprentice was not married, the boy in front of him was handsome, had a good family background, was about the same age as his apprentice, and they could talk about the same topics. He would definitely introduce them to each other.

However, he heard that his apprentice was not happy in her marriage, and it would not be too late to talk about love with his nephew after she got divorced one day.

In Mr. Mo's heart, he had long regarded Shen Qingli as his own family, and was willing to introduce good things to her.

Shen Qingli didn't know what Mr. Mo was thinking. She just felt it was a pity that she didn't take the opportunity to look at the paintings a few more times.

Near noon, Mr. Mo invited them to have dinner at his house.

While listening to their conversation, Shen Qingli found out that Qiao Jinnian's grandfather and Mr. Mo were old acquaintances.

When Qiao Jinnian came to Tsinghua and Peking University, he learned that Mr. Mo was here, so he took the opportunity to come and see him when he was free.

"It's rare that you're thoughtful enough to come visit an old man like me before the New Year."

Qiao Jinnian picked up a glass of wine and said to Mr. Mo, "Uncle Mo, I toast you."