"Mengjiao, if you want money, I can give it to you; if you want my life, I can give it to you too."
"I really can't do a divorce. Let's not talk about this anymore, okay?"
"Don't try to compare your paintings with Mingzhu's. You're in different professions, not on the same track..."
“Let’s compare.” Li Mengjiao chuckled. “I’m not tired. Learning to paint can cultivate one’s character.”
"Alright then." Wang Peng glanced at his watch. "You should rest for a bit; it'll be another hour before we reach Ping'an County."
“I’m not tired. Give me the daughter, you can rest,” Li Mengjiao said.
An hour later, the train arrived at Ping'an County Railway Station.
When her daughter, Wang Buhui, woke up, she covered her mouth to indicate that she was uncomfortable, so Li Mengjiao quickly changed her diaper.
The three of them walked out of the station, where the female bodyguard was waiting at the exit. "Boss, Mr. Wang, please come with me."
An Audi A6 was parked in the square, and a female bodyguard was standing next to the car.
Wang Peng was both amused and exasperated. It turned out that Mengjiao was only taking the train to demonstrate her painting skills and prove that she could also be a painter.
We got on the car, and it left the train station.
“Honey, if you’re willing, I can let you run James Bond, and I’ll become a painter,” Li Mengjiao said.
Wang Peng thought she was obsessed and said urgently, "You want to turn yourself into Li Mingzhu? I already have one Li Mingzhu, why would I need a second one?"
Li Mengjiao was stunned, her eyes filled with confusion.
Wang Peng patted her head. "You're really obsessed. I like Mingzhu, not because she can paint. Even if you can't paint, I still like you."
"Wife, I love Li Mengjiao, not a second Li Mingzhu, do you understand?"
Wang Peng blushed a little; saying such things was too scummy.
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