Chapter 1557: Mundane

"In fact, it's okay..." Lu Yitong explained with a smile, "The air in the mountains is good, the floating dust is not so much, and the servants usually clean them every two or three days... And my husband is not there, I live alone, and I just need to make simple meals. Enough, not too many servants."
She continued to walk a few steps forward and opened a door of the room, "Relax here. I'll let the servant bring some hot drinks."
After speaking, Chao Tangtang smiled and left the room.
When Lu Yitong left, Gu Liang opened the window of the room to let in fresh air.
"Is it still uncomfortable?" He touched Tangtang's forehead. It wasn't hot, and his face was still ruddy, but his brows were always frowning, which was obviously very uncomfortable.
Tangtang sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed his forehead against Gu Liang's palm, and acted softly, "It's uncomfortable...there is that smell everywhere, it's greasy, and I want to vomit."
Gu Liang asked: "The taste of eight?"
Tangtang nodded.
"Didn't you eat it before?" Gu Liang smiled and teased her, "Why do you feel sick now?"
"It used to be like eating skewers." Tangtang stroked her chest and said with a complicated expression, "but now, it feels like she has fallen into the barbecue, and even her breathing is greasy and fatty..."
"Okay, don't describe it anymore." Gu Liang couldn't laugh or cry. "The more you talk, the more disgusting you get. If you want to do something else, divert your attention."
"Unexpectedly." Tangtang pouted, "Or you kiss me, maybe I can think of something else."
Gu Liang tapped her, "Don't even think about that kind of thing! You want something healthy!"
Tangtang tilted his head and thought for a while, "The green movement is pollution-free, and I feel quite healthy..."
Gu Liang smiled and rubbed her head.
The two talked in the room for a while, and a servant came in with tea and snacks.
Gu Liang stayed in the house all the time, came to someone else's house, and always had to go out to socialize to be decent. He asked Tangtang to rest well, leave the room by himself, and go to the front living room.
Lu Yitong is very good at maintaining the atmosphere. She is the kind of hostess who can easily enjoy the host and guest. This is a kind of wisdom, but Lu Yitong’s wisdom is so utilitarian that Gu Liang always treats her indifferently. Do you like it? stand up.
For example, the guests she invited today are undoubtedly people who can help her re-enter the art circle.
After the marriage, she was shrouded in the light of Mosang. Everyone called her Mrs. Mo. As a result, the name Lu Yitong gradually fell silent in the art circle. Even if she wanted to produce good works now, she needed the recognition and recommendation of people in the circle.
Of course, the best candidate for her introduction is Mozambique.
Lu Yitong stayed close and far away, either there was a problem with the marriage, or... there was a problem with Mosang.
After a few people chatted in the living room for a while, Lu Yitong led them to visit the studio.
Walking along the aisle just now, stop and go and admire the paintings on the wall.
At the end of the aisle is a door. After the door is opened, there is a wooden bridge. The wooden bridge is more than 30 meters long and connects with a spire, low house built between rocks and trees.
Lu Yitong walked in the front, smiling and explaining to the guests behind him: "Mossan insisted on separating the creative room from the living area. He felt that it was quiet here, and he said that the work should not be stained with smoke."
A guest agreed: "That's right. Every day, people become tacky because they are entangled in mundane affairs. How can they engage in artistic creation?"
Lu Yitong pursed her lips, the smile on her face faded a little.