Edward
The next day, Mu Han went to the studio early in the morning. Not long after, Luo Wanghan also arrived. Seeing that Mu Han was already busy, he walked straight to the front desk and searched for something in the drawer. Seeing him like this, Mu Han said slowly: "Xiao Wang, what are you looking for?"
Luo Wanghan continued to search while replying, "Brother Han, City C sent you an invitation letter, inviting you to participate in an event. Do you want to go?"
As he spoke, Luo Wanghan pulled out the gold-stamped invitation from a pile of documents and handed it to Mu Han. Mu Han took it and looked at it. The event was scheduled for next month. He pondered for a moment and said slowly, "I'll ask the masters for their opinions."
Mu Han said hello to Luo Wanghan and left the studio. After a while, he came to the door of his master's studio. Through the glass window, he saw his master concentrating on painting at the easel, so he walked in quietly.
The master heard the footsteps, turned around, and said jokingly, "I thought you had forgotten me, your master, a long time ago."
Mu Han immediately came forward and said in a coquettish tone, "How is that possible? I've been very busy lately, so I came here as soon as I had some free time."
The master glanced at him, saw through his thoughts, and said slowly: "Okay, stop beating around the bush. Tell me, what do you want from me?"
Mu Han smiled and scratched his head, a little embarrassedly saying: "It's just... Master, City C sent me an invitation letter, and I don't know whether I should go."
The master put down his brush and calmly asked, "Who invited you?"
"Edward." Mu Han answered slowly.
The master was stunned for a moment after hearing this, but then he regained his composure and said slowly, "Edward... Xiaohui and I won't go. If you go alone, be careful about everything. When you come back, I have something to tell you."
Mu Han said ok, chatted with the master for a while, then said goodbye and left. He looked at the time and saw that it was already past twelve o'clock, so he went back to his studio.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Luo Wanghan still sorting documents at the front desk. Mu Han walked over and said slowly, "Xiao Wang, let's go eat."
Luo Wanghan's eyes lit up and he smiled and replied, "Okay!"
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After the two finished their meal, Mu Han sent Luo Wanghan back to the studio, saying that he had something to do in the afternoon and would not be back, and then drove away.
After he parked the car and walked to the door of his house, he saw a familiar figure standing there - it was Lu Zhizhi. When Lu Zhizhi saw him coming back, a gentle smile immediately appeared on his face, and he looked at him with burning eyes.
Mu Han asked slowly, "Why are you here so early?"
Lu Zhizhi said softly, "Can I... go in with you?"
Mu Han took out the key to open the door and said lightly: "It's up to you."
He pushed the door open and walked in without closing it. Seeing this, Lu Zhizhi hurriedly followed him in and gently closed the door. Mu Han knew he would follow him in, so he said slowly, "Mr. Lu, please do as you please. I have something else to take care of."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Han's phone rang. He walked to the window not far from Lu Zhizhi and answered the phone, asking politely, "Hello, who is this?"
A steady voice came from the other end of the phone. It sounded about the same age as his master. The other party said politely: "Hello, I am Edward. Are you Mr. Mu Hanmu?"
Mu Han quickly responded, "Hello, Mr. Edward. What can I do for you?"
Edward said slowly, "I just want to confirm whether Mr. Mu can come to the event next month?"
Mu Han replied politely: "Don't worry, Mr. Edward, I will be there on time next month."
"Okay, okay," Edward said with a smile, "If nothing else, see you next month."
After hanging up the phone, Mu Han turned around and found Lu Zhizhi looking at him thoughtfully. During the call earlier, Lu Zhizhi had accidentally heard the name "Edward" and immediately remembered that his assistant had mentioned that there would be a large auction in City C next month, and the organizer was Edward. Since Mu Han was going, he had to find a way to go with him no matter what.
At this time, Mu Han walked towards him slowly and said politely, "Mr. Lu, I still need to finish the painting I didn't finish last time. If you don't mind, you can come with me to the studio. If you feel bored, you can do it in the living room."
After saying that, without waiting for Lu Zhizhi's response, Mu Han went straight upstairs. Lu Zhizhi also hurriedly followed.
Mu Han adjusted his state of mind, picked up his paintbrush, and continued to create on the unfinished canvas. During this time, his phone rang several times, but he ignored them, devoting himself to the painting.
Lu Zhizhi sat beside him, watching him paint with gentle and focused eyes. He couldn't help but think, "If I hadn't hurt him like that in my last life, would Mu Han have been so cold to me? His right hand... wouldn't have developed a chronic disease... Forget it, there's no point dwelling on the past. I must make it up to him in this life."
After a long while, Mu Han finally put down his paintbrush and breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that he had finished painting, Lu Zhizhi quickly said softly, "Hanhan, you paint so well... Can you... draw a picture for me too?"
Mu Han said slowly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I never paint portraits for outsiders, only for my family."
Lu Zhizhi immediately put on a pitiful expression, his eyes full of grievance, and said softly: "Just think of it...just think of it as a birthday present for me, okay?"
Mu Han felt helpless seeing his expression, and said reluctantly: "Okay, then you sit on the chair over there and don't move."
Lu Zhizhi immediately walked over and sat down obediently, with his body straight and his eyes looking at him gently.
Mu Han took out a new sheet of drawing paper and prepared his brush. Just as he was about to start, his phone rang again. He slowly picked it up and saw a message from Bai Zihan: "You're doomed to fail. Why don't you dare reply? Are you admitting defeat in advance?"
Mu Han curled his lips in disdain and replied: [Then guess where Lu Zhizhi is now?]
Bai Zihan replied almost instantly: [He's busy working right now, his uncle has already arrived at the company!]
Mu Han glanced at the message and didn't reply. He casually put his phone aside and looked up at Lu Zhizhi - Lu Zhizhi was looking at him intently, his eyes almost overflowing with affection. Mu Han's heart moved slightly, and he quickly retracted his gaze, picked up the paintbrush again, and began to paint seriously.
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