Xia Ling returned to the apartment, and it was rare to break up lightly.

She took a shower and changed into her pajamas.

Pulled out the half-finished product from the cabinet.

She opened the door of the study, packed all Fu Di's things in a box, and prepared to send them to the company tomorrow by courier in the same city.

Finally able to occupy a large desk.

Xia Ling carefully modulated the colors, persisted softly, carefully moistened the brush, and began to paint her self-portrait.

Normal Chinese paintings are all landscape figures.

Xia Ling is good at fine brushwork, and he originally practiced a landscape.

Now, for the second time, she wants to paint herself.

She has a makeup photo of "The Legend of Concubine Qing".

The woman was wearing a blue palace dress, with a delicate smile, a pair of watery eyes with a smile, looking ahead.

On the top of his head was a cumbersome bun and beads, and he held a Yingying fan in his hand.

It looks pure and sweet.

Xia Ling likes this makeup photo very much, so he took this Chinese painting of the character category.

She drew carefully, and it took more than an hour to sketch out the lines of the sketch.

*

In the hotel, drunk men were talking drunk.

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

"She can draw Chinese paintings, and she wants to paint very well, but she doesn't want me to know at all, so she hides all the drawings and doesn't show them to me."

"She didn't know how to 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's a liar and doesn't like me at all."

"Why? She doesn't like me? I have money, status, and figure! Which wild man in the circle is more worthy of her than me? Why did she break up with me? Why don't you like me? Hiccup......"

……

There are a lot of broken chatters and drunken Fu Tuo, and Secretary Li's ears are calloused.

looked at the drunken man in front of him, and he didn't have the usual wise and martial appearance at all.

Secretary Li understands the boss's mind very well and makes up the reason.

"Perhaps, she misunderstood you? Mr. Fu. ”

"Misunderstanding?" The man's eyes were hazy with drunkenness.

More than a dozen red wine bottles rolled across the floor of the presidential suite.

On his handsome face, there was a hint of childishness in his eyes.

When Fu Jue was half-drunk and half-awake, the closed door of his heart could be opened, and he admitted that he was unconsciously in love with Wang Yue.

In college love, Wang Yue was like a vague shadow.

Breaking up with her, he was in terrible pain, but for some reason, he desperately tried his best to remember the pain after the breakup at that time.

But now, breaking up again, getting drunk, and thinking of being a stranger with her like this.

Pain......

Only then did Fu Jue know what pain was.

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

And now, the suffocation of the heart is like drowning, looking around, at a loss.

When I think of her.

I can think of her curling lips, her eyebrows raised, her pajamas, and her shuttling back and forth in her apartment.

She looked at him, there was silence in her eyes, and she told him what it looked like she was breaking up.

……

This scene, frame by frame, has melted into his blood and bones in the past two months.

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

However, she was so ruthless that she seduced him into it, but she retreated.

*

"Did you and Miss Wang meet someone just now? What happened? Women are creatures that are always going back and forth and are more likely to be jealous. ”

"What if, Miss Wang is just angry, jealous, and angry, so she proposes to break up? Mr. Fu. ”