Chapter 671: I Am Bai Yueguang (34)

Xia Ling returned to the apartment, making it difficult for the scorer to be light.

She took a bath and changed into pajamas.

Take out the hidden semi-finished products from the cabinet.

She opened the door of the study, packed all Fu Fu's things in the box, and planned to use the same city express to send him to the company tomorrow.

Finally he can occupy the large desk.

Xia Ling carefully adjusted the color, clinging to her softness, carefully moistened her pen, and began to draw her self-portrait.

Normal Chinese paintings are all landscape figures.

Xia Ling was good at gongbi, so he had a landscape painting.

Today, she wants to paint her second painting.

She has a make-up photo of Qingfei Zhuan.

The woman was dressed in a bicolor palace dress with a beautiful smile, a pair of water eyes with a smile, looking ahead.

On top of her head is a tedious bun and Zhu Cui, holding a Yingying Tuanfan in her hand.

It looks pure and sweet.

Xia Ling likes this fixed makeup photo, so take this Chinese painting for character training.

She drew it carefully and spent more than an hour drawing the lines of the draft.

*

In the hotel, the drunk man was talking drunk.

"She doesn't like me at all and hides everything from me."

"She can paint Chinese paintings, and she wants to paint very well, but she doesn't want me to know. She hides the paintings and doesn't show it to me."

"She didn't cook before, but now she cooks very well. I don't know which wild man she learned it for."

"He said she liked me, but she was a liar and didn't like me at all."

"Why? She doesn't like me? I have money, status, and body! Which wild man in the circle deserves her better than me? Why did she break up with me? Why didn't she like me? Huh ..."

...

Shattered thoughts, drunken Fuyu talk a lot, Secretary Li could hear cocoons.

Looking at the drunk man in front of him, he did not have the usual wise and mighty look.

Secretary Li knows the boss's heart very well, and he makes up the reason.

"Perhaps she misunderstood you? President Fu."

"Misunderstanding?" The man's eyes were drunk.

A dozen wine bottles were rolled across the floor of the presidential suite.

There was a touch of childishness in Jun Mei's face.

When Fu Yan was half drunk and half awake, the closed heart door could be opened, only to admit that he had unknowingly and really liked Wang Yue.

In college, Wang Yue was like a blurry shadow.

He broke up with her, but he didn't know why, he tried desperately to remember the pain after the breakup.

But now, break up again, get drunk, and think of becoming a stranger with her like this.

pain....

Fu Xun then learned, what is pain.

The former pain, under the cover of time, has become numb.

But now, the suffocation of his heart is like drowning, and his eyes look blank, blank.

When I think of her.

I can think of her curled lips, she raised her eyebrows, and she was in her pajamas, going back and forth in the apartment.

She looked at him, and there was silence in her eyes, and she told him how to break up.

...

This scene, frame by frame, melted into his bones and blood in these two months.

She did it on purpose, doing all this to make him like her.

However, she was so cruel and seduced him, but she retreated.

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"Did you meet with Miss Wang just now? What happened? Women are always creatures that are more and more jealous."

"In case, Miss Wang was just angry and jealous, and only broke up when she was angry? President Fu."

(End of this chapter)