"Didn't you keep food for me every day?" Mo Jin couldn't help laughing. This girl's mouth was hard, and she still insisted on not saying anything.

"Then do you have to do it so late every day? Can't you come back early?" "You also want to teach me how to practice calligraphy. You come back so late every day, I, I want to sleep."

Very good, I stuttered and even said it was okay.

Mo Jin nodded and said deliberately, "Okay, then I'll take these books back to read them tonight. You're practicing calligraphy, so I'll read the books next to you, okay."

"No, there is something else today." How can I draw the account book? He must be free tonight.

"Hmm?" Mo Jin looked at Wufu, as if she would give her the last chance. If she didn't say it, she wouldn't say it.

Of course, Wufu also knew the current affairs, so she immediately spoke, "Actually, I just want you to draw a few paintings for me. It's very simple, not too complicated..."

Mo Jin raised his hand and signaled her to wait, "Help you draw?"

If she really helped her draw, she wouldn't beg herself like this.

"No, it was because I promised a friend to draw a few posters for him." Anyway, Wufu just explained it clearly and said it clearly. "The packaging painting you drew for us last time was good and in all aspects, so I wanted a few such paintings, and then I agreed."

"Friend, I don't know which of your friends?" Mo Jin frowned.

"It's the boss I work with. Their shopping mall should need some products and posters, but he didn't find the right person, but he just took a look at your painting at a glance."

"No, my paintings are hard to find money outside. I don't help others easily. I just want them to find others. I don't need me." It's hard to find money outside. In fact, it's not just a money that can be measured by money.

He also asked his posters to draw, which was like killing a chicken with a slaughter.

I knew that Mo Jin must be like this, so Wufu thought of so many ways.

But Mo Jin still refused.

Wufu had no choice but to pretend to be pitiful, "But I promised others, how can I regret what I promised? Besides, I gave the money."

"How much was paid?"

"Draw five paintings a month, at least five hundred yuan." Wu Fu said, stretching out five fingers, looking like he had a lot of money.

Mo Jin was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe. He stared at Wufu, "My painting can only be sold for one hundred yuan each. What do you think of me?"

Wufucai was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. She asked Mo Jin, "I only worked hard for thirty yuan a month, but you only cost 100 yuan per painting. What else do you want?"

"You compare me to others?"

Wufu skipped this topic directly, and changed the plan. It seems that the plan that would be delicious for him is only effective for foodies like her, and Mo Jin is immune.

She glanced at Mo Jin, leaned over to him, lay on his shoulder, and tried to act coquettishly, "Actually, I have bought all Mobao and paint. It doesn't cost a lot. Just spend your time and earn it back for me. In the future, I can buy clothes and delicious food for me."

Although the movements were a little stiff, Mo Jin was very satisfied, but his will was very firm and he was completely untempted, "Do you have no clothes to wear?"
Chapter completed!