Sheng Huai'an looked at the brushes and paints scattered on the ground, she was really aggrieved, as if no matter how hard she tried, she never got the return she wanted.

has tried her best not to become a thorn in the side of others, but on the contrary, irrelevant people can cut off her life.

Her nose was sore, and tears fell uncontrollably, she only felt that her throat was hot, and a large forest seemed to have suddenly grown in her heart, but too many vines grew to hold her tightly, unable to move.

Just as Sheng Huai'an was slowly cleaning up the paintbrush on the ground, she saw a pair of red high heels stepping on one of her most precious brushes.

Sheng Huaian raised his head, it was Shen Xiaoran.

"Yo, why are you, Sheng Huai'an, why did you become like this? ”

Sheng Huai'an lowered his head, held back the tears in his eyes, and tried his best to adjust his voice and emotion, "Take your feet away." ”

Shen Xiaoran didn't seem to hear it, and his feet were a little harder, and the paintbrush suddenly turned into two sections.

It was as if something had suddenly shattered in her heart, and the sound of a paintbrush being stepped on echoed over and over again around her eardrums.

Sheng Huai'an slowly stood up, his fists clenched, and the firmness in his eyes frightened Shen Xiaoran in front of him.

"Shen Xiaoran, don't forget, I have your handle in my hand, if you make me anxious, I will take those things to the person you care about the most. Let them know what kind of woman you really are!"

Shen Xiaoran was suddenly frightened by Sheng Huai'an's momentum, withdrew his feet, and his heart became even more trembling and uneasy.

Her handle?

Could it be evidence of that incident?

"Sheng Huai'an, you don't use the heart of a villain to spend the belly of a gentleman, I came to you to tell you that I found you a job, and you don't have to paint for others on this road. Jingshi Group painter, would you like to do it?"

Shen Xiaoran was worried that Sheng Huai'an would really do something, after all, this woman has never played cards according to common sense.

Sheng Huai'an paused for a moment, the painter of the Jing Group? Could it be Jing Hannian?

Seeing that Sheng Huai'an didn't speak for a long time, Shen Xiaoran was anxious, his starry eyes were round, and he looked at the woman in front of him with his hands on his chest.

"Okay, I'll go. ”

Since she can't escape, she has to face it, she has been running away for too long.

Shen Xiaoran glanced at her, "Okay, let's go to Jing's Group tomorrow to prepare for the interview." ”

After speaking, she walked away, leaving Sheng Huai'an standing alone.

A gust of wind came out, her hair was blowing in her ears, and the tears on her face were clearly visible like her pride, and on this evening, there was no room for trampling.

Sheng Huai'an picked up the broken paintbrush on the ground, and put it into the pen holder like a treasure, and then walked to the bus stop in the eyes of the people around her.

The next morning, Sheng Huai'an arrived at Jing's Group on time, and the front desk lady took her directly to Jing Hannian's office.

Sheng Huai'an was sitting precariously, with no emotion on his face, and only a sound eye could not see a trace of yesterday's desperate eyes.

After a while, Jing Hannian pushed open the door and walked in.

Seeing the woman sitting on the sofa, Jing Hannian suddenly felt a strange emotion flowing in his chest, and the mood that was stable and peaceful just now suddenly became cramped at this moment.

She seems to have changed, but she doesn't seem to change.