Chapter 292 I hope your paintings will find a soulmate soon

Shang Wanwan had no time to think about what happened yesterday, and there was not even a bit of space in her mind left for Huo Dongming.

Hadn't she done enough housework in his house? There was nothing to be moved about, and nothing to be ashamed of.

She had seen his body eight hundred times before, but the fact that he did the laundry was really unexpected to her.

Shang Wanwan hurriedly picked out clothes from the closet, dressed up, picked up her bag and went out.

I deliberately sprayed perfume on my body before leaving. I really drank too much yesterday. After taking a shower and changing clothes, the smell of alcohol was still on my body.

She didn't want anyone to know that she looked like a complete drunk.

Shang Wan got on the car late at night and easily shook off the inexplicable emotions that arose in his heart. His thoughts were completely occupied by the exhibition venue that Wu Zhengyang mentioned.

As soon as I got into the taxi, my cell phone rang in my bag.

She took it out and saw Huo Dongming's name on the screen.

After hesitating for a while, he finally answered the call.

"Awake? You were drunk yesterday. Did you take the medicine?"

There was a hint of weariness in his voice, as if he had not slept enough.

"Um--"

Shang Wanwan didn't want to say more about the one-word response, lest she think of the underwear she wore when she had her period, which made her feel wet.

"Have you had breakfast? I just sent the child to school, you don't have to worry."

"OK."

Shang Wanwan answered perfunctorily and had no intention of listening to him at all.

There was silence for a few seconds because of her nonchalant attitude: "Where are you?"

Huo Dongming instinctively felt that Shang Wanwan seemed not to be at home.

Just then the taxi driver asked, "Where are you going?"

"I have something to talk about. I'll hang up now."

Shang Wanwan hurriedly stuffed her phone into her bag and handed the address to the driver.

She didn't notice that Huo Dongming's phone was still on and the screen was still on.

There was a faint noise from the other side, followed by a man's voice.

“Oh, this place, I know.”

The driver returned the note to Shang Wanwan and found nothing to say since she was pretty.

The exhibition hall that Wu Zhengyang found for her was on the middle floor of a large shopping mall in the city center, and was about 500 square meters in size.

When he had money, he bought an entire commercial area at a cheap price and left it there without taking care of it. The mall management also approached him many times to ask if he wanted to rent it out, and the rent was very considerable.

Wu Zhengyang has been in the art market for many years, and income is no longer what he is particularly concerned about. What he cares about are more valuable things.

He always forgot to deal with this building for one reason or another, and kept putting it off. Over the years, he must have missed out on tens of millions of dollars in revenue.

During the chat, the driver revealed the address of the mall and acted as an enthusiastic verbal guide. Huo Dongming held his mobile phone and never put it down.

He heard their conversation clearly.

It was not until Shang Wanwan got off the bus that he heard someone say to use her cell phone to pay and then he hung up the phone.

Shang Wanwan arrived at her destination. Wu Zhengyang was standing at the entrance of the mall in a neat suit. When he saw Shang Wanwan, he immediately walked over.

"Did you get a ride? You're always so distant with me, why don't I pick you up?"

Wu Zhengyang admires Shang Wanwan, an independent woman who raises her child alone but still remembers her dreams.

How many women in this world just want to find a man to marry and lie down with, fantasizing about becoming rich without having to make any effort. In fact, men are the only ones who know how hard it is to work hard outside.

Who doesn’t want to have no worries about food and clothing, have no worries about food and drink, and enjoy life every day?

Shang Wanwan is truly admirable, and his affection for her is growing.

"No need for that. I've already repaid you for all the favors you've done me. Why would I trouble you again?"

Wu Zhengyang laughed.

"What are you talking about? I'm not helping you for free. I want a commission."

He deliberately lowered his voice and leaned close to her ear: "If your paintings sell well, I will give you a higher price."

Shang Wanwan knew he was joking, and couldn't help laughing.

"No problem. I'd love to."

While chatting and laughing, Wu Zhengyang had already brought Shang Wanwan to the second floor of the mall.

Shang Wanwan was dumbfounded when she looked at the empty space in front of her.

She had previously thought that what Wu Zhengyang would bring her to see was a small booth, like a corner of a shopping mall, only a dozen or so square meters. However, was this place where even a shout would echo endlessly really the exhibition he was going to provide for her?

"You mean here?"

Shang Wanwan simply couldn't believe her eyes.

"Yes, this place is not very big, only about 500 square meters. Don't be disgusted."

Shang Wanwan didn't know what to say.

She couldn't complain, but she had no right to complain. It was exactly what she wanted.

I never dreamed that Wu Zhengyang would have such a large place.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect it to be so big. Is this place rented? If it is, it must be very expensive. Please send me a price for the rent."

Wu Zhengyang saw the word "satisfied" in her eyes, and he said in a good mood.

"This is mine. I bought the entire second floor and left it there for years. Just when you came, I remembered that I had this place. I have nothing to do here anyway. I'll give it to you if you need it."

Shang Wanwan didn’t know what to say, she was so happy.

"Mr. Wu, let's put it this way. I don't know how long the exhibition can last. You tell me a number, and I'll pay the rent until it can no longer be run."

It's great here, and the key is that there are no other messy people disturbing the first floor, so she can arrange her paintings however she wants.

Wu Zhengyang waved his hands and said, "You're here again. I just told you that I'm not giving it to you for free. I'll take a cut of the paintings you sell to pay off the rent."

Shang Wanwan agreed readily, and Wu Zhengyang became even happier.

This woman really does what he says. If he sells her, she will probably count the money for him. She has no guard at all, just like a child.

A trace of tenderness emerged in Wu Zhengyang's heart, and his eyes deepened when he looked at Shang Wanwan.

This woman is worth admiring, he likes her very much.

There will be many opportunities for the two of them to cooperate in the future, and he thought that if he really liked her, there was no need to rush to pursue her.

Otherwise, he would regret it if he scared the goddess away.

"I'll show you around and you can imagine how to decorate this place. I can see everything here at a glance. As for how to decorate, we can discuss it later. Everything depends on your preferences. I am only responsible for the customers who come here."

Every word Wu Zhengyang said touched Shang Wanwan's heart, and every word moved her.

"Okay, happy cooperation."

She stretched out her hand, and Wu Zhengyang was a little stunned. Such official actions and words, this woman is so lovely.

He curled his lips slightly, stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, and held hers.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Miss Yao. I wish you a successful banquet and great financial success."

After saying this, I felt that it was not quite right. Although it was a business deal, it was still a work of art after all, and the artist's pursuit of art was priceless.

So he hurried to explain.

"Ms. Shang, please don't blame me for being too utilitarian. I just want to wish your paintings to find a good lover soon and have a good ending."