Chapter 255 Why must I draw?

Mrs. Meng was not stupid. Seeing that Huo Dongming seemed to be in a good mood, she quickly invited him. She also used the suggestion of a friend, so it would not be embarrassing if it was rejected.

Huo Dongming's eyes passed lightly across Shang Wanwan's face, and Shang Wanwan seemed to understand what was going on after listening to the conversation.

Mrs. Meng had invited them to the café. Based on her womanly intuition and the fact that she had grown into a grown-up woman and was no longer a little flower in a greenhouse, it was probably Mrs. Meng's intention to come here.

She came here to block Huo Dongming because he had asked her to help him with cooperation.

Oh--

The Yi Xiaxue she saw back then and the Qin Meng beside her now are just the tip of the iceberg.

Even when she goes out for a cup of coffee, she might run into someone who wants to flirt with him openly.

Mrs. Meng was still waiting for Huo Dongming's answer when Shang Wanwan spoke first.

"Mrs. Meng, I'm sorry, I may not be able to attend your birthday."

She doesn't want to be used to pick up men.

If the Meng guy wants to hook up with someone and look for someone to cover for him, he shouldn't drag her into it. It's a good excuse. Besides, not many people in East City know her name "Yao Lin".

If Mrs. Meng fails in seduction, she can still find an excuse that it was just a birthday party among friends and it won't be embarrassing.

Shang Wanwan's bright eyes were clear and transparent. Five years ago, she was locked up at home by a man using marriage, and she never saw the light of day. Five years later, she would not allow anyone to take advantage of her.

She did not offer this cooperation to Mrs. Meng for free. She would take a 10% commission from every painting sold at the exhibition. If her fame in the East City art market was comparable to that of a jewelry designer, why would she compromise and agree to her conditions?

Jewelry design is just a hobby for her in her spare time. Painting is what she really wants to do and she wants to have a place in this field.

Shang Wanwan's refusal surprised Mrs. Meng.

She did not leave any room or face for Mrs. Meng in front of Huo Dongming, and the corners of Huo Dongming's lips curled slightly.

"Ms. Yao is busy, but I am not an idle person either. Mrs. Meng, I will ask my assistant to send you a gift on your birthday. As for the party, let's hold it another day."

Huo Dongming was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "My wife just came back, and she doesn't want to be seen in public. When she's willing, I'll bring my wife and children to see you."

Mrs. Meng was shocked: "Your wife?"

The embarrassment of being rejected was successfully transferred. Mrs. Meng focused on the "wife" in Huo Dongming's mouth.

His wife?

Didn’t he die five years ago?

"Yes, my wife actually went to the United States five years ago. We had a little conflict and she was angry with me and took our daughter to live alone there. I had a hard time coaxing her back recently. I want to spend more time with her."

Huo Dongming's hand gently stroked the cup. The clean coffee cup was as shiny as jade. The coffee cup became full of lust because of his actions.

Shang Wanwan's face was slightly gloomy. She didn't look at Huo Dongming, but she felt a little angry in her heart.

Does he know what he is talking about?

He described the end of their marriage to others as a "little quarrel."

laugh--

She is just being narrow-minded.

Shang Wanwan didn't want to think about the past anymore. Her marriage with Huo Dongming seemed like something from the last century or even longer.

"Isn't your wife?"

Mrs. Meng was smart enough not to say the word "death".

"I see."

Mrs. Meng was a knowledgeable and interesting person. Either Huo Dongming's lie was too good to be true, or he was rejecting her in disguise.

She lightly touched her ear and fiddled with the pearl earring on it.

A beauty like her can attract the attention of many men with just an unintentional move.

Huo Dongming is not one of them.

Mrs. Meng did not regard Shang Wanwan as an enemy.

Huo Dongming's eyes were not on Shang Wanwan's face any more than hers from beginning to end.

Therefore, Mrs. Meng felt that Huo Dongming really looked down on her, and she was quite aware of it.

"Welcome Mr. Huo and his family to visit us."

Mrs. Meng has been through a lot, so she doesn't mind such a small matter.

"I have something else to do. I'll leave first."

Huo Dongming pushed his chair and stood up. His handsome figure still made Mrs. Meng unable to take her eyes off him.

"If you need my help with Mrs. Meng's affairs, I will come forward. Goodbye, Miss Yao."

Huo Dongming left first, so Mrs. Meng had no doubts about Shang Wanwan at all, but she still couldn't help muttering a few words.

"You, why did you reject him? What a great opportunity."

Mrs. Meng thought that the ideas in the minds of these women who went to the United States to develop in their early years were different from her own.

She knew that Shang Wanwan was a Chinese American who had strong family values ​​and probably didn't like these messy relationships.

By the way, blaming Shang Wanwan can also save yourself the embarrassment of unsuccessful attempts to flirt with men.

“I hope it’s based on my own strength.”

Her jewelry was also recognized, and Mrs. Meng almost laughed out of anger.

"Sister, you are so stubborn. Don't you know who he is? The people he recommends can take care of your paintings for ten years, which is much better than asking me to recruit people for you one by one."

Mrs. Meng took a sip of the cold coffee with a look of regret.

With her wealth and beauty, she still couldn't get Huo Dongming's attention, and she felt a little lost.

The star created by his company is still following him. Mrs. Meng thought Huo Dongming wouldn't mind having another person around him, but she didn't expect him to use his wife who had been dead for five years to reject her. This didn't give her any chance at all.

After Huo Dongming left, Mrs. Meng, who was a bit scheming, stopped pretending.

He asked the waiter for a lighter, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and slowly exhaled the thick smoke.

Her red lips were slightly parted, and her long curly hair swayed slightly with her movements, making her look both glamorous and sexy.

Shang Wanwan felt that she was very different from the gentle and cold person she had just been. She didn't understand how a person could change into two different faces in an instant, and she felt a little disgusted.

Mrs. Meng probably sensed it as well, so she put out her cigarette and chuckled.

"You artists like to impose moral standards on others. I know what you're thinking. Society is like this. If you don't want to beg for food from someone like Huo Dongming, I can arrange for someone else. There's a dinner party the day after tomorrow, just come."

Shang Wanwan really wanted to say no, but she still wanted to give it a try.

She refused to accept the olive branch thrown by Huo Dongming, and she just didn't believe that she couldn't find other ways to realize her dreams and values.

"I don't drink."

She spoke very directly, and Mrs. Meng gave her a slight push.

"What are you thinking? Do you think I'm pimping you to accompany customers? I know you are aloof and disdain to use such means to become famous. It doesn't matter. There are elegant businessmen. I remind you. Whether it can succeed depends on your ability. I can only help you organize the party, and the rest depends on you."

Mrs. Meng added at the end: "You have earned enough from jewelry design. I don't understand why you insist on painting. Is there any special reason?"

Shang Wanwan looked slightly sad, a trace of sadness flashed across her face, but soon disappeared.

"No, I just like it and I just want to prove myself."

She looked at her own reflection in the glass window, which gradually overlapped with the image of Mrs. Chen in her mind.

[Mrs. Chen Rongsheng died in her Suzhou holiday home on August 3. There were traces of charcoal burning in the room. It was initially determined to be suicide.]