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She asked Jasmine and her agent to take her back to the studio. When she got back to the studio, she wanted to call the only one. But she felt that he would not answer her calls.

She wanted to go to his house, but she thought he was probably still angry, and she didn't know how to explain it when she saw him.

She didn't dare to sit still, thinking about it left and right, and felt that she couldn't explain it clearly.

She thought to herself:

"That scene is so hard to explain. I said yesterday that I wasn't going to meet the actor. As a result, the actor was still ~ Alas, this situation is really bad.

She shook her head, and she picked up the scroll she had put on the table when she returned.

After she took out the painting of the ancient town in her dream from the scroll, she put the painting on the easel where the painting was originally placed.

"It's all because of you! I hate it!" the painting spirit looked at the painting angrily. She suddenly wanted to smash the painting, along with the trellis.

But looking at the unfinished painting, she calmed down again.

Did you offend yourself by painting? The easel didn't offend you. Why did you smash the paintings and easels?

Well, think for yourself, this is also providence! Otherwise, why would the only thing doubt yourself? Why don't you let yourself explain? Why don't you take a closer look at the situation in the room before leaving? Why don't you find out what is going on? Why do you believe everything he sees at once? Why don't you think about whether there are any other possibilities?

At that time, if he hadn't turned around and left, if he had seen Jasmine and them come out, he would have known what was going on if he had gone in and looked. It wasn't what he thought it was at all. When he went in and looked, there would be no misunderstanding at all, and he wouldn't even need to explain anything himself.

At that time, even if he fought with her, it would be better than running away like this, at least that would give him a chance to explain at that time.

How can it be explained now?

Thinking of this, the painting spirit looked at the painting, she was very angry, she felt that it was still the problem of this painting. If it weren't for the painting, she wouldn't have gone there. If you don't go there, there won't be any misunderstandings that can't be explained at all.

So, she decided to throw the painting away. She took the painting off the shelf, rolled it up, and threw it directly into the wastepaper basket next to the easel.

She sighed when she finished throwing the painting. Then she walked to the side of the bed and lay down, she stared at the ceiling in a daze.

What should I do next? How can this misunderstanding be explained clearly? Do you want Jasmine to help explain it? I'm afraid he won't believe what Jasmine says!

What should I do? Will he go to the hotel room and have a look? Will he go? Oh, even if he goes, he won't believe what he sees, right? He won't think that I was looking for someone and arranged to decorate it as an office room afterwards?

The more she thought about it, the more headache she felt, she sat up again, she glanced at the wastebasket, and she was surprised to find that the painting was missing from the wastebasket.

She stood up, approached a little closer, and looked closely at the wastebasket, and she saw that there was indeed no painting there. She remembered that she had taken the painting off the easel, rolled it up, and threw it in the wastebasket.

She was stunned for a moment, then turned to the easel, and was surprised to find that the painting was still on the easel.

She looked around the room, and she was sure no one had just come in!

She shouted a few words in the room:

"Jasmine, Jasmine, is that you?"

But no one answered, she thought, no, right? She watched Jasmine leave, it couldn't be Jasmine who took the painting out of the wastebasket and put it on the easel!

So, was the agent doing it? Impossible, Jasmine didn't let him get out of the car, because he was a man, and Jasmine was afraid that the only thing that would be misunderstood would be because of this. So what's going on?

Ah, is it the only one? The only one is coming?

"The only one, is it you? the only one? Are you here? the only one?"

The painting spirit looked around, shouting, looking for the only one. But apparently, the only one did not come.

Who could it be if it wasn't him? What the hell was going on? She froze in front of the painting for a moment.

Thinking about it, she felt that what could explain the situation was:

Just now, she probably wanted to throw away the painting, but when she walked in front of the painting, she couldn't bear it, and then she went to lie down on the bed, dreaming that she threw the painting away. Actually, I didn't really throw away the painting.

That would make sense, she thought.

Then, she still felt that she had thrown the painting away. So, she took the painting down, rolled it up, and threw it in the wastebasket. She was afraid that something was wrong, so she wrote it down on a notepad with a pen.

Then she went to bed and lay down for a while.

However, when she got up and looked at the wastebasket again, she found that the painting was missing again.

At this time, she suddenly felt numb all over her body, and a cold air that came from unknown sources rushed straight to the backbone of her back. She shuddered.

She looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then, slowly, she stood up, getting closer to the easel little by little. When she turned to the easel, she saw that the painting was really firmly on the easel.

She was so frightened that she covered her mouth with her hand.

She turned and picked up the notepad she had placed on the table. She flipped through her notepad and looked for the record she had just written down and threw away the drawing. But this record disappeared without a trace!

She didn't believe her eyes, she looked carefully at every page over and over again, but she really couldn't find the thing she remembered.

She was terrified. She quickly and carefully removed the painting, and then she found a large black plastic bag to put it up. Then she took the plastic bag and walked to the garbage room in the hallway, and then threw the plastic bag into the garbage passage of the garbage room.

Reassured, she walked back. However, when she walked up to the easel, she screamed in exclamation, and she almost fainted from fright. She saw that the painting was not moving on the easel.

She was so frightened that she ran to the bed, and then got into the quilt, where she trembled with fear.

Although there was no movement outside the quilt, she didn't dare to take a second look. She burst into tears. But she knew that no one would come to save her.

After a long while, she felt that she had suddenly woken up, and only then did she realize that she had fallen asleep just now.

She opened a slit in the quilt, and she saw that there seemed to be no change in her surroundings. She sat up with the quilt wrapped in her arms, and then, looking around again, saw that nothing special had happened. She was emboldened, put the quilt down, and looked into the room, where the sound of an electronic clock was all but her breathing. It was already midnight, and the lights in her studio were always on, showing no signs of breaking or going out.

That's when she became less scared. She left the quilt on the bed and stepped out of bed herself. Once again, she cautiously walked over to the easel. As she expected, the painting was still there.

She felt that the studio couldn't be thrown away, so if she tore the painting, there would probably be no problem.

However, the moment she tore open the painting, her arm suddenly hurt and numb, and then she fainted in pain.

I don't know how long she passed out, but when she woke up, she found that one of her arms couldn't move. She cried in pain, and then she struggled to her feet by holding on to the chair next to her.

She cried and picked up the phone on the table to call the only one.

Fortunately, this time, the only one answered the phone.

The only one on the phone who said calmly:

"Drawing spirit, I think we'd better talk about the problem between us. Hello?"

"Only, come to the studio to save me!" said the painting spirit, crying.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?" the only one who heard the painting spirit crying this, he quickly got up and went to the painting spirit's studio, and at this time, the painting spirit fainted again.

When the only one arrived at the painting spirit studio, the painting spirit was still in a coma. He hurriedly called the emergency services.

By the time she came to her senses, she found herself lying on a hospital bed in the emergency room.

Seeing that she woke up, the only one sitting next to her breathed a sigh of relief.

He said to her:

"You can't take your own life, no matter what you do, as long as you~ as long as you really feel that you are wrong, I will forgive you. After saying that, the only one turned away crying aggrievedly.

"I didn't do anything. You have wronged me. She wanted to shout, but she really didn't have the strength to shout, so she said weakly.

"Then why did you kill yourself?" asked the only one, turning his head to look at her with teary eyes.

"Suicide?, who committed suicide?" asked the painting spirit in surprise.

"You, didn't you kill yourself, how could you be unconscious?" replied the only one.

"I didn't?" said the painting in surprise, and then she felt herself suddenly feel a stomachache. She said to the only one:

"My stomach hurts. ”

"Oh, the doctor saw that you were in a coma and couldn't find out the reason, so he washed your stomach, probably because of food poisoning or suicide by taking sleeping pills or something. The only one looked anxiously at her and said.

"Oh, no. I'm just going to throw that painting away, and I can't throw it away. I was about to tear it off, but suddenly I felt a tingling sensation, and I collapsed, and then I woke up and called you, and then I fainted again. The painting spirit explained.

"What? is that painting of the ancient town?" The only one to ask her.

"Hmm. She nodded, and then she added:

"I didn't do anything, in that hotel~"

"Don't mention that hotel to me!" said the only one who was very angry and very angry.

"I~ I really don't have that!" explained the painting spirit.

"You said that you won't be like that until we get married, it's not that I'm not satisfied with you, right? How can you be like that? And go to the hotel to talk to that actor? A man who can go to a hotel with you casually to open a room, can he really love you? How can you be so casual?" After speaking, he covered his face with his hands and cried bitterly.

Hua Ling felt very helpless when he saw him like this. She felt that her head was very painful, and she wanted to raise her hand and touch her forehead to see if she had a fever, but she found that her arm was very painful and could not move. She put her other hand on her aching arm, and said:

"Only, I didn't really do anything. Eh, what's wrong with my arm, why does it hurt so much?" asked the painter.

"The doctor has examined you and said that there is nothing wrong with your body. Then let the doctor check it for you again. So the only thing I did was to find a doctor to examine the painting spirit's arm.

When he helped the painting spirit to go for a check-up, he screamed out in pain as soon as he sprained his arm.

Only then did he realize that his only arm was also injured.

Then he told him to check it out.

The final result was very strange, the only arm was a sprain, and the painting spirit's arm was actually a sprain, and it was a sprained arm.

The two of them laughed helplessly and in amazement.

However, it was clear that the painting spirit's arm was more severely sprained than the only one, and at that time, she fainted in pain.

The doctor prescribed medication for the two of them, and then they took the medicine and left the hospital.

Halfway through, the only one who answered the phone called, and the only one who answered the phone suddenly felt better.

Putting down the phone, he said to the painting spirit:

"Well, that, that thing, it's a misunderstanding. My buddy called me and said that their entertainment newspaper colleagues had investigated, and there were a lot of people in that room who were doing movie background and martial arts action design, not what I thought. I misunderstood. I'm sorry. ”

The painting spirit stared at him, and did not say a word, he blushed and said:

"Let's wait until the studio. I'm still driving, so stay safe. ”

The painting spirit sighed, and until she returned to the studio, she didn't say a word, and the only thing she didn't dare to say anything was guilty.