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

Seeing this, Mr. Mo knew that someone was trying to get away with it, and it was this kind of people he hated the most.

In his opinion, it’s okay if a person has little ability, but if he has bad character, then this person is hopeless.

As an elder, he has a broad mind and a broad vision, and will not argue with a junior.

He glanced at Shen Qingli with appreciation, signaling her to continue.

"Our paintings should gradually form our own style. For example, Mr. Mo, as soon as your paintings appear, people who are familiar with you can recognize them at a glance."

"My paintings are not as good as yours, Mr. Mo, but they have their own style."

"There is a little story behind each of my paintings..."

Shen Qingli didn't speak for long. She didn't want to take up too much of Mr. Mo's time, so she only picked out some key points.

After hearing this, Mr. Mo had a rough idea in his mind.

Finally, before leaving, something Shen Qingli said made Mr. Mo's face change slightly.

"Mr. Mo, I want to ask, have you had poor sleep quality recently?"

Mr. Mo was silent for a moment, then said, "Oh, how did you know?"

"Your eyelids are dark blue. Just now, I noticed that you yawned occasionally, so I guessed that you might not be sleeping well."

Mr. Mo's expression became gloomy, and insomnia caused him great trouble.

He used his connections and resources but still couldn't find a solution to the problem.

If someone mentioned his privacy, Mr. Mo would have shown displeasure long ago.

But when Shen Qingli talked about this, Mr. Mo didn't feel very disgusted.

Maybe he also wants to hear other people's opinions.

"So what's your solution?"

Since it was Shen Qingli who brought it up, maybe she has a solution.

Although the chances were slim, Mr. Mo still asked an extra question.

Just as Mr. Mo guessed, Shen Qingli did have a way.

Although she is not a doctor, she has learned massage and her massage skills are not bad.

Massage can regulate the body, and once the body is well, the quality of sleep will not be bad.

Plus her specially formulated aromatherapy, it can promote effective sleep.

"Yes, there is, but you have to cooperate."

"Mr. Mo, this..." The assistant didn't quite believe what Shen Qingli said and wanted to stop Shen Qingli.

In his opinion, Shen Qingli was just a little girl. Even famous doctors couldn't cure Mr. Mo's insomnia, so how could Shen Qingli do it?

Mr. Mo stopped the assistant with his eyes. He laughed and said, "Little girl, how do you want me to cooperate?"

Shen Qingli brought a chair over and said, "Just sit here and close your eyes. I'll take care of the rest."

Mr. Mo followed her instructions, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

Shen Qingli walked to the chair, placed her hands on her temples, and began to massage slowly.

After a long time, Mr. Mo just felt relaxed all over.

It seems that this little girl is quite capable.

Shen Qingli secretly observed Mr. Mo's expression and felt more confident when she saw that he was not disgusted.

She learned this massage technique from a master, which took her a long time.

Later, she practiced with Gu Peisi.

Every time after he worked intensively, he would be very excited and have difficulty falling asleep. Shen Qingli would give him a massage so that he could sleep well.

At that time, she didn't want him to have any health problems, even though she herself was very sleepy.

"Mr. Mo, I have a special aromatherapy. Put it where you sleep and use it every night. You will fall asleep soon."

"There are also special aromatherapy products? It seems that I have found a treasure." Mr. Mo praised Shen Qingli sincerely.

He was already amazed by her paintings, but he didn't expect that her massage skills were also very good and she even knew how to make special aromatherapy.

At this time, Mr. Mo was very sure that he must keep such a good disciple.

Shen Qingli didn't know at this time that her unintentional action had subdued Mr. Mo.

When she went out, she happened to put a bottle of aromatherapy in the car, which she could give to Mr. Mo later.

"Okay, it's getting late. You should go back early and wait for our notification." Mr. Mo said casually.

It gets dark very early in winter, and at this time, the sky gradually gets darker.

Shen Qingli did not linger. No matter whether she could catch Mr. Mo's eye or not, at least she had tried her best today.

This trip was worth it for her.

The assistant had already cleared out the people who were interviewing outside, and when Shen Qingli came out, she was the only one left.

"Mr. Mo, I'm going to get the aromatherapy now, please wait for me for a moment."

Mr. Mo waved at her.

When we arrived at the parking space, the surrounding cars had already moved away.

Shen Qingli opened the car door and found the bottle of aromatherapy.

"Shen Qingli, you haven't left yet. Did you get eliminated in the interview and are hiding in a corner crying?" A mocking voice came from Shen Qingli.

Shen Qingli straightened up and looked at the person. It was Bai Chuwei and Su Yao.

Shen Qingli didn't want to argue with them considering that Mr. Mo was still waiting for her.

Su Yao saw Shen Qingli ignoring them, and she became angry, "Shen Qingli, I'm asking you a question."

Shen Qingli glanced at her and said, "A good dog doesn't block the road."

"You..." Su Yao was so angry that her face turned red and she almost vomited blood.

"Yaoyao, stop laughing at Miss Shen. She didn't pass the interview, so don't discourage her." Bai Chuwei grabbed Su Yao and tried to dissuade her.

Shen Qingli gradually approached them, looking down at them, with a faint sense of oppression, "Oh? Miss Bai is so confident? When I was interviewing just now, Mr. Mo didn't look very happy. He said that someone tried to deceive him and used other people's paintings to fill in the gaps."

As soon as Shen Qingli said this, Bai Chuwei's heart tightened. "Did Mr. Mo really say that? Could it be that you saw it wrong?"

Su Yao also said, "Yeah, who would be so stupid as to dare to cheat in front of Mr. Mo."

Shen Qingli said meaningfully, "Who said it wasn't true? There are only fools who dare to do this, don't you think so, Miss Bai?"

The tail tone was drawn out, and each sound hit Bai Chuwei's heart.

Bai Chuwei smiled a little stiffly, "Yes."

In front of Shen Qingli, she would not admit that she did it, so she had to agree.

She caught a glimpse of what was in Shen Qingli's hand and a plan came to her mind.

She fell to the side and was about to knock something over, but Shen Qingli reacted quickly and prevented the object in her hand from falling.

"Ms. Shen, I'm sorry, I almost fell down." She made an excuse.

How could Shen Qingli not see her intention? She raised a sarcastic smile and said, "Then Miss Bai, please be careful and don't try to offend others."

Bai Chuwei's cheeks were puffed up. She was really angry. Shen Qingli was so sharp-tongued and unforgiving.

After Shen Qingli finished speaking, she took her things and left in style.

Looking at her back, a cloud of gloom gathered on Bai Chuwei's face.

Shen Qingli, you can show off now, but sooner or later you will suffer.

Shen Qingli came to the second floor and found Mr. Mo looking at the paintings.

She looked apologetic, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Mr. Mo did not mean to blame him, "No good thing is too late."

Only then did Shen Qingli understand why Mr. Mo was so popular.

In addition to his well-known paintings, he is very friendly and not as serious as most scholars.