Chapter 255 Visiting the Mohist School

Feng Qingqing narrowed her eyes: "She's not trying to fool the old man with a landscape painting, is she?"

Qiao Yashu couldn't help but chuckle: "Oh my God, I didn't expect her to be so stupid! The old man will definitely see through it."

Feng Qingqing took a fancy to Qiao Yashu: "Then this is a good opportunity for you, Yashu. Qiao Qingci is simply an idiot. He can't even tell the real from the fake. In this comparison, the old man will definitely think you are particularly good."

Qiao Yashu was thinking about something and didn't say anything.

After Qiao Qingci and Mo Yanchu left the market, they had a meal and went home.

Qiao Qingci was in the bedroom, opening a landscape painting.

The worn-out landscape painting has an indescribable sense of mystery.

Qiao Qingci looked for a while and started to get busy.

If she wanted to give Mr. Mo a gift, she definitely couldn't give him something so shabby, even if it was true.

Qiao Qingci could tell at a glance that this was the real thing on the stall, but the owner looked indifferent, obviously not knowing that it was the genuine article.

This time, I really got a bargain.

But before sending it out, she had to repair it.

The light in the bedroom stayed on until the early hours of the next morning.

Only then did Qiao Qingci fall into a deep sleep.

They agreed to visit Mr. Mo at noon and have lunch together.

Qiao Qingci was woken up by the alarm clock at eleven o'clock, so he packed up and went out with his parents.

The location of the Mo family's old house is a bit remote.

They drove for a long time and came to the halfway point of a mountain. Qiao Qingci looked at the beautiful scenery, during which the villa of the old Mo family was looming, giving the impression of a castle in the forest.

Qiao Qingci could tell at a glance that the feng shui here was very good.

The homes of these top wealthy families are indeed in very good locations.

"How long will it take us to get there?" asked Qiao Qingci.

"We're already here. This mountain belongs to them," Qiao Yanfei said. "It should still take about ten minutes to get to their gate."

Qiao Qingci: ...

In other words, when they entered this mountain, they had already entered the Mohist school?

No wonder everyone hates rich people, she also hates them a little.

Finally arriving at the gate of the Mo family, Qiao Qingci and his family got out of the car and walked into the living room.

They heard a familiar laugh.

"Mr. Mo, I haven't seen you for such a long time, but you are still in such good health. I am really enviable." It was Mrs. Qiao Er.

This woman who usually kept silent with them was now smiling happily in front of Mr. Mo.

Qiao Jinghua and Qiao Yashu also had smiles on their faces, completely different from their usual aloof and arrogant appearance.

Is this what you call an artist?

Qiao Qingci took a look and felt more and more disgusted.

This second wife really likes to pretend. No wonder the old man doesn't like her.

"Brother, you're here." Qiao Jinghua saw them and immediately stood up and greeted them: "Hey, didn't we agree to come at ten o'clock? Why are you here at eleven?"

What?

All three of them had confused looks on their faces.

Seeing their expressions, Qiao Jinghua looked at Madam Qiao Er in confusion: "What's wrong? Didn't we agree to visit Mr. Mo at ten o'clock?"

Looking at the situation, what else do they not understand?

It seems that it was Mrs. Qiao Er who was behind it.

Qiao Yanfei said calmly, "Really? Maybe your wife got it wrong."

He didn't give Madam Qiao any face at all, and then looked at Mr. Mo, and said respectfully and politely: "Uncle Mo, long time no see, how have you been recently?"

Mr. Mo looked at Qiao Yanfei and laughed heartily: "Everything is fine with me, how about you?"

"Me too. I've been in Beijing for some time to handle work, so I came to see you specially. By the way, this is my daughter, Qingci." Qiao Yanfei introduced.

Qiao Qingci stepped forward, his smile elegant and his voice pleasant and polite: "Hello, Grandpa Mo."

Old Master Mo looked at Qiao Qingci with a scrutinizing gaze. He held a high position, and many sought to curry favor with him, such as the members of the Qiao family's second branch. They seemed aloof, but the flattery in their eyes couldn't be concealed. Qiao Qingci, on the other hand, was different. His gaze was clear, and he was neither humble nor overbearing, much better than the members of the second branch.

Mr. Mo nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the boy had good taste.

"Well, you finally found your daughter. Qingci has suffered a lot outside these years. Come and sit down." Old Master Mo greeted.

They sat next to Mr. Mo.

The people from the second house were immediately ignored.

Qiao Yashu's smile faded instantly, and her eyes turned cold. She felt that she was justified in hating Qiao Qingci and the others. These people had no sense at all and had immediately stolen Mr. Mo's attention.