"Are you mistaken, Luo Qianjun has injuries on his body, how can you let him go alone like this!"

Yuan Ziwen called Luo Qianjun several times in a row, but he didn't answer.

Bai Chen is like this, he is also like this, why can these people always disappear casually? Yuan Ziwen also understood that Luo Qianjun didn't want to trouble her, but his insistence would only make her more worried and anxious.

Yan Shuyun sat in the driver's seat lightly, taking Yuan Ziwen's reproach as a deaf ear.

He said leisurely: "I think it was the right decision for him to leave for a while, don't you think there is something wrong with the way the two of you get along?" ”

"I don't understand what you mean." Yuan Ziwen frowned suspiciously.

"He will support you unconditionally whatever you do and vice versa. To put it nicely, you share weal and woe, but in fact, you are deceiving yourself and others, and you are deceiving each other. ”

Yuan Ziwen was stunned, and she couldn't digest the meaning of his words for a while.

She suddenly remembered that a long time ago, Su Lishang and Luo Qianjun came to her house for dinner. The smell of ink in the room made Su Lisheng's brows tighten, and she stood in front of Yuan Ziwen's sketch for a long time, "The painting is very beautiful, but it doesn't seem to be interesting." ”

Luo Qianjun immediately said beside him: "No, I think it's good." ”

Su Lishang glanced at him, and said a little displeased: "You can tell you what Ziwen is doing, are you her brainless fan?" ”

"I'm also a fan of yours." He put his arm around her, smirking evilly.

Su Lishang pretended not to care, but the corners of her mouth were faintly filled with a smile, and she said, "I helped you find a customer, which is the VV I mentioned to you last time." ”

Luo Qianjun's face changed, and he slowly withdrew his hand from her shoulder, "That prickly and narcissistic woman? ”

Seeing his extremely resistant look, Su Lishang couldn't help but persuade politely, "VV is a bit troublesome, but she can introduce you to more customers, and there are rich people in her circle......"

"I don't need to." Luo Qianjun said categorically: "The last time she came to my studio, she didn't listen to my arrangement at all, and pointed fingers at the photos taken, I don't want to serve any amount of money this kind of guest gives me." ”

Su Lisheng's eyes grew cold, "Do you think you still have a choice?" Luo Qianjun, have you ever thought about it, if you can be realistic and sleek, I will live better than now. ”

Yuan Ziwen came out of the kitchen and saw that the world war was about to start again, so he hurriedly stepped forward to play a round, "Li Shang, every photographer attaches great importance to his work, of course he doesn't like laymen to modify it without authorization, he doesn't want to accept this guest, forget it." ”

Su Lishang stared at her for a few seconds, then looked at Luo Qianjun, her thin lips showed a self-deprecating smile, "Do you know how much time and effort it took me to get VV's customer." Now it's like I'm making things difficult for you? I finally realized today that I and you are not people of the same world at all. ”

She stood in front of the window, her face reflected brightly and movingly in the setting sun, but her expression was as cold as frost.

That meal was not eaten before it was eaten.

Perhaps it was that day that Su Lishang gradually alienated Luo Qianjun. There was always a primordial warmth between her and him - but it had nothing to do with love.

When his mother and grandmother had just died, Yuan Ziwen would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, vigilantly looking around at the darkness of nothing, feeling that he was drifting on the dark sea, and that he could sink to the bottom of the sea at any moment. Then she called Luo Qianjun, who was so sleepy that he patiently listened to her nagging until dawn.

Growing up, she didn't feel a sense of belonging, like an alien who couldn't fit into Earth. After meeting Luo Qianjun, he felt that he had found the same kind. He is the only one who understands her and can even use the word "dependent" to describe their relationship.

"That's why you're stagnant." Yan Wei looked at Yuan Ziwen with a clear gaze, "There is a theory of uporout (get out if you don't get promoted) in the workplace, and the same is true in life." You have to find a way to fit in with the world, not let the world revolve around you. ”

His words were reasonable, but when she heard that the original seed Wen's ears were like bones in her throat, she shook her head, "You don't understand ...... at all."

"Don't understand what?"

The word dream has long been beyond its own meaning to Yuan Ziwen. It's about the dignity she once lost, the family affection that was taken away and the irreparable fault.

Yuan Ziwen stood outside the car, motionless and looking at Yan Mu. Under the neon of the streetlights, she saw her reflection in his dark eyes—a loneliness, stubbornness, and sorrow that did not correspond to her age.

She is no longer the girl who lived a full and wanton life back then, laughing louder than others when she is happy, and crying in the sky when she is sad. Even if you go against the wind, you have to free up one hand to tidy up your bangs, no matter when and where, you must live a vigor that you will never admit defeat.

Yuan Ziwen felt weak, this night was too long and difficult, and she wanted to go home.

"Thank you for today." She was about to turn away.

A strange cool and powerful voice suddenly came from behind him, "Primordial Seed Wen, are you willing?" ”

Her steps faltered, and her body stiffened.

"Are you willing to lose like this and be a Loser forever? Don't you want to win back what you've lost? If you are discouraged today, you will always be stuck in this knot. Do you know why so many people like fashion, not only because the circle is glamorous, but also because it is always movingon, and if you don't move forward, you will be eliminated, and no one can live in the past for the rest of their lives. ”

"So what else do you think I can do?" Yuan Ziwen turned back angrily, and he didn't know who he was fighting against, "I've done my best......"

I've worked so hard, why did I do this?

She hated her own humility, hated her incompetence, and hated this frustration of being hit head-on by fate.

But more, I am still unwilling.

Yuan Ziwen subconsciously clenched the shopping bag in his hand, blinked his wet eyes, there were already too many wolves, and he really didn't want to cry anymore.

"Raw seed temperature, in fact, you can do better."

The volume of the strange words is not loud, but it is full of power, as if this sentence came out of his mouth is a golden and jade good word, and there is no doubt. The shadow of his long eyelashes fell on his face, softening Kiyojun's face a lot. The warm shadow of the lamp stained the corners of the mouth, like peach-colored petals, with a demagogic luster.

It had not been more than a hundred hours since they first met, but at this moment, Yuan Ziwen felt as if he had known him for a long time. How long has it been since no one said this to her?

You can do better.

There was another wave of enthusiasm in his eyes, and thousands of feelings rose and sunk in his heart, surging silently.

But in the next second, Yan Wei pulled her back to reality, "If you agree, you can go back to work in "Evangel" tomorrow." ”

Yuan Ziwen instantly sobered up, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded, "Are you sympathizing with me?" ”

"Whatever you want, it's an opportunity." His arrogant tone came again.

Hara Ziwen chuckled, "You are the president of Evangel, you can come and leave whoever you want." All questions are not a problem here that you are unfamiliar with, and it is only a few phone calls. ”

She knew she was a bit of a mouthful, after all, he had saved her twice.

Yan Wei looked directly into Yuan Ziwen's eyes, and his smile became without a trace of warmth, "Don't you understand?" Only winners are qualified to talk about dreams, and if you don't pull yourself, no one can help you. ”

Yuan Ziwen fell silent, she lowered her eyes and looked at the ground, this quiet and docile appearance made Yan Shu's heart soften.

He softened his tone slightly, "I'll send you home." ”

Yuan Ziwen sat in the co-pilot and suddenly thought of a question.

"Why do you have women's slippers in your car?"

"I'm a designer for a women's clothing brand, is it weird to have some feminine products?"

Yuan Ziwen sighed, and asked again: "Didn't your car be damaged by me last time, and it was repaired so quickly?" ”

"I bought three cars of the same model and style in case I needed them."

The man bought three identical Bentleys.

Yuan Ziwen glared at him, and his hatred of the rich began to make trouble, and he scolded for a while and then asked: "But I have already gone through the resignation procedures, how will the salary for these two days be calculated if I join the company again?" ”

Yan Shu looked at her a little helplessly, "It takes half an hour to hike from here to your house, do you want to walk back?" ”

"Don't want to ......"

"Shut up, then."

The original seed was weakly shrunk in the car, in fact, she still had a question that she didn't say.

When they were entangled just now, he dropped a cufflink, and the amber color was as delicate and clear as jade.

Now lying in the palm of her hand.

*Inside the private villa of Gong Minhua, 9pm.

One of the things that Tan Ruoli fears the most is to accompany Gong Minhua to play chess.

She has always left no room for action, decisive in killing, and rapid in attack, and only a few moves have forced her into a desperate situation.

"Auntie, you're really amazing, and you've won again."

Gong Minhua sat steadily, but he didn't mean to end the game.

She said, "Have you done everything I asked you to do?" ”

Tan Ruoli shook her hand and almost threw the black general onto the chessboard.

After the end of the board of directors of the head office that day, Gong Minhua handed Tan Ruoli a copy of the contact information of the major brands that Evangel has cooperated with for many years.

"I did underestimate Shan Ziwei before, I didn't expect him to be able to subdue those directors in such a short time."

There are 10 members of the board of directors, all of whom were the founding heroes of HA in the early days of its establishment. At that time, Gong Minhua led hundreds of employees up and down HA, and after several years, they dug a golden avenue in the domestic fashion market like a wasteland. The effort and time spent on this was not enough for outsiders, and now that Evangel is starting to decline, they are abandoning her like a piece of waste and looking for someone to replace her, which is simply ridiculous.

Tan Ruoli carefully agreed, "I think that Mr. Shan is good at eating, drinking, and having fun, and knows how to please the directors." But when it comes to real talent and hard work, how can you compare with your aunt. ”

"Those directors only recognize money, and decisions that are not in interest will not be made. Since they can agree to replace me with Yan Shu, I'm afraid that Shan Zi is the only one who has given them some tempting promise. ”

Gong Minhua picked up the wine glass, and the bright color of the wine reflected her gaze.

She is nearly fifty years old, and she still maintains an impeccable figure because she is not married and has children. At this moment, she laughed softly, even a little arrogantly.

"No matter what promises he gives, I will never give him a chance to keep them."

Tan Ruoli looked at the other party worriedly, she already knew Gong Minhua's overall plan. If you follow the lì, you can completely destroy "Evangel" in three moves.

She hesitated, "But aunt, how can you say that you created Evangel, wouldn't it be too ruthless to do so?" ”

Gong Minhua did not answer, but pinched a white queen in front of him.

She said: "In chess, the queen is the most powerful class, in charge of the whole game of life and death. If any soldier tries to swallow her, he is killing himself. ”

Hearing only a "snap", she put the white queen on the chessboard and forced the black king of Tan Ruoli to death.

Tan Ruoli's heart trembled, she knew that this move was called to kill the king after a single move.

"Yan Shu is very powerful in the American fashion industry, but when he comes back here, it is not his world. I want him to know who the real owner of Evangel is. ”

* At the same time, Tong Aixin is at home.

Tong Aixin crouched on the table, flipping through the latest issue of "Evangel" in his hand, and on the cover was Gong Minhua's dignified and strong smiling face.

She was also in the studio when she was filming this episode of FashionWell. Gong Minhua was very uncooperative at first, sitting on the chair and talking aggressively.

"Doing a fashion magazine is not the same as designing clothes, how much do you know about Evangel?" she said. ”

Gong Minhua threw out a series of questions at a very fast pace, which are only clear to veterans who have worked in the magazine for many years. The entire studio was silent, and everyone looked at the new president with a look of fear and restraint.

Yan was silent for a moment, and then laughed to himself. Then, over the next few minutes, he answered one by one in a smooth and clear voice, each with precision and reason.

At the end, he asked Gong Minhua very gentlemanly, "May I ask the editor-in-chief Gong what other questions do you have?" If not, we can start shooting. ”

Tong Aixin saw a trace of gloom flashing on Gong Minhua's face, and his eyes were like cold knives.

She will never just give up and be willingly set aside.

Tong Aixin never thought that she would be an enemy of Gong Minhua one day, but now that the arrow is on the bow, she is difficult to ride a tiger.

The phone rang suddenly, especially in the dimly lit room. She saw the caller ID on the screen and took a deep breath.

"Good evening, Mr. Shan."

The voice on the phone had the usual laziness, as if it was dyed with the long and long night, but it was loud.

"The civil war began," he said. ”