She looked down at the paintings, frowned and asked, "Is there anything wrong? If I don't like the painting, I can change it."

Song Ze seemed to have taken a deep breath before calming down. He pointed to the paintings, "Can I let me meet the people who painted?"

"The person who paints is not here, he should have gone out today." Wu Fu was a little sorry.

Speaking of which, it is indeed a coincidence that Song Ze came to his house several times, but he had never seen Mo Jin.

Before, when he signed a contract with Song Ze, Mo Jin also said he wanted to go with him, but he didn't go there at the moment. This time he came, he still didn't meet him.

Song Ze nodded, his eyes stayed on the painting again, "The words on this painting..."

When Wufu heard this, he laughed and pointed to the words written on it, "I wrote this word. Is it not possible? If it really doesn't work, you might as well write it in another person. Anyway, this is a model."

In fact, Mo Jin wrote it specifically for her, saying that the words on the poster do not need to be respectful, but only those with the five blessings are fine.

Speaking of this word, Wu Fu smiled, "Actually, I have only been learning calligraphy for more than a month, and I don't write well, I..."

"You wrote it?" For some reason, after hearing that this word was written by Wufu, a hint of disappointment flashed across Song Ze's eyes. It was obvious that he was not as excited as before.

He waved his hand, with a smile in his eyes, "It's okay, in the advertisement, the important thing people are looking at is paintings. This word is not bad, it's OK."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more, but handed over the money for the advertisement, "This is five hundred yuan, which is the money for these five paintings. If you have to add it later, the money will be settled separately. The painting is very good, and I am very satisfied."

Looking at the thick stack of money, Wufu was a little excited and reached out to take it, "Haol."

Wufu quickly accepted the money, but she suddenly felt that she would not let Mo Jin run a brick factory in the future and let him sell it by painting.

This money is too easy. It costs 500 yuan a night. It was so easy to earn 8,000 yuan a month. It was one step further from the goal of building a house.

But the question is, if you build a house, you will get married. Do you really want to get married so soon?

Song Ze directed the workers to carry all the goods into the car, and Mulan and Song Ze's sister Song Siyu and others came up.

As soon as she got here, Song Siyu took Song Ze's hand, raised her head and acted coquettishly with him, "Brother, do I want to play here for a while?"

Song Ze is gentle and elegant, and at first glance, he feels that this person is easy to get along with. He always has a faint smile on his face when he sees people.

But in fact, his temperament is a bit cold. His smile never reaches the bottom of his eyes. No one knows whether his smile is joy or anger.

After Wufu had been dealing with him for so long, he couldn't figure out what kind of personality he was.

But there is only one thing. When he faces his sister, the smile comes from the heart and is always the gentlest.

He reached out and touched Siyu's head, and asked softly, "You are playing here for a while. How many days are you planning to play, or do you mean to play for a while this afternoon?"

It was obvious that he was not willing to leave Siyu here.

Siyu really wanted to stay, "My sister Mulan has agreed that I want to play here for a while and wait for you to come here to get the goods next time, and I will go back with you."

After saying that, Siyu was afraid that Song Ze would not agree, so she immediately looked at Mulan, wanting Mulan to help her speak.

Mulan also spoke immediately, "Mr. Song, if you don't mind, let Siyu stay at my house for a few days."
Chapter completed!