Angel looked up at the TV, she didn't expect Xia Fanhua to let everyone say something like that, for the first time, she heard Xia Fanhua say that sentence in person.

I used to hear people who complimented her that no matter what happened to her books in the future, she didn't have to worry about it, because there was a seven-page publishing house, a publishing house that existed because of her.

At that time, she always looked at them, smiled shallowly, and didn't say a word, in fact, what she thought in her heart at that time was, how could the Seven Pages Publishing House be because of her, if it was a long time ago, there was still that possibility, but at that time, the relationship between her and Xia Fanhua had already had a gap, and Xia Fanhua could not have established the Seven Pages Publishing House for her.

But today she heard Xia Fanhua say, he said, Seven Pages Publishing House exists for her, whether that sentence is true or false, she is very happy, really happy.

Angel sniffed and tilted her head, afraid that her tears would fall, she was destined to disappoint some people, she couldn't go back, she really couldn't go back.

The only thing she has to do now is to attend classes every day, study hard, and then go back to take over the company's affairs as soon as possible, and take care of the company.

It was the hard work of my father all his life, and it was the only thing they left, and she would keep it for them.

As for writing the book, Angel forced a smile on her face, it's not that she hasn't given up, now it's just to give up again, soon, she can put it down, it's okay, it's over.

Angel picked up the remote control next to her and turned off the TV, then put on her shoes, returned to the room, quickly got into the quilt, and buried herself deep in the quilt.

This time, she didn't cry out so unstrongly, she just buried herself in the quilt, and she didn't feel sleepy at all, but Angel was lying on the bed and still fell asleep unconsciously.

That night, she dreamed again, she dreamed that she was still painting, what she would look like when she grew up, but she was in a studio, sitting in front of an easel, with a paintbrush in her hand, and she was painting a portrait.

I still remember that she studied Chinese painting, and the paintings were all antique paintings, and the only portrait she ever painted was Xia Fanhua, who was secretly painted.

It was really painted secretly, because no one knew that she had painted that picture except herself, and what she hadn't shown to anyone was only known to herself.

That's her little secret, and when anyone else asked her to paint a portrait, she refused, on the grounds that she wouldn't, so she never painted for others, only Xia Fanhua.

It's just that she didn't know that the reason why Xia Fanhua stayed in the library for so long that day, regardless of the interruptions of one female classmate after another, and sat there for an hour was because he noticed that Angel was painting herself.

Later, Xia Fanhua also asked An Qi where the painting was, but I don't know if An Qi deliberately pretended to be stupid, or because she really didn't understand, she just ignored his existence.

Later, Xia Fanhua tried twice, but Anqi still ignored Xia Fanhua, so he gave up, he also thought at that time that he was really self-inflicted, and Anqi had never painted himself at all.

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