The phone hit the wall and bounced to the ground, Gu Yingqing didn't pick it up, because her hands were shaking badly in a panic.

She clenched her fingers into a fist, and when she released it, her nails grabbed the flesh on her arm again, unconsciously holding her breath until she was almost unable to breathe.

Shen Shujun was waiting for the day when she fell into her hands.

Since Xu Anrong can give her away casually as an object, he doesn't take the paper contract seriously at all, the truth is that if she really has a case, it will be a good thing for Xu Anrong.

Zhao Jin also waited to kill her.

She understands the limits of human power.

She couldn't deal with these people anymore, and she didn't want that person to be even more difficult to watch the man she liked get engaged to other women because she had wasted ten years of hard work.

She really felt that half a year ago, she should have died.

Gu Yingqing smoked several cigarettes and couldn't calm down, her eyelids jumped again, and her hands trembled unconsciously, in fact, she didn't feel it when she was busy during the day, and she couldn't help it, so she just let it go.

Last night she registered on her mobile phone, wanting to see what was wrong with her, and today she was working in the company and suddenly remembered this stubble, and it was too late to go to the hospital again.

She felt that she was just a symptom of lack of sleep, a bit like when she had just given birth.

Insomnia at night, not sleeping well for a long time, feeling rapid heartbeat every day, chest tightness and panting, as if sudden death.

After turning off the light in front of the desk and sitting for half a night, Gu Yingqing climbed onto the bed and squinted for a while, and the alarm clock rang to go to work.

When she finished washing her face and hands, she found that there were many scars on her forearms that were broken and bleeding, she hadn't slept enough, her brain was dull, and she couldn't remember when she got it.

Later, I thought that I should have been pinched by myself last night.

Time was tight, so she quickly changed into a long-sleeved silk shirt.

When she went out, the sun shone on her eyes, stinging her eyes, she called a car and waited in front of the community, wondering if there would be a car coming at her one day?

If you want to hit the point of dying on the spot, will it be painful, or will you be unconscious all of a sudden?

She thought of Zhao Nanchuan.

Maybe she should have killed Zhao Jin first.

But what if it's just Zhao Jinkou? What if he didn't dare?

Gu Yingqing thought about it for a while, but she didn't notice that a white car stopped in front of her, and the driver honked his horn, she was startled, and her heartbeat accelerated.

After a pause of two seconds, Gu Yingqing pulled the car door and got into the car.

On Friday the next day, Song Jiewen came to pick her up for dinner, and the address was in a high-end Chinese restaurant on the top floor of a hotel, with a quiet atmosphere, wide table spacing, and good privacy, and the window table overlooking the night view of the Nanjiang River.

If the table in front of her was not Cheng Yuesheng and Shen Shujun, she might be in the mood to watch the night scene.

When she and Song Qiwen came in, they passed by their table, and she also greeted "Mr. Cheng".

Cheng Yuesheng just came back from a business trip, and Shen Shujun asked him for dinner.

He looked at the man and woman who had just sat down at the table behind Shen Shujun without any expression, Shen Shujun moved half a position to the side, blocking his view, and smiled lazily and coquettishly: "Eat with me, what are you doing watching others?"

Cheng Yuesheng smiled and said, "You are really painstaking."

Shen Guanqi really raised a good dog.

Shen Shujun leaned back on the sofa seat, propped her head and stared at him with a grin, pretending to be innocent: "What's wrong with me?"

She said, the tip of her heels under the dining table against his calf.

Cheng Yuesheng has been meeting people outside these days, and he is so busy with meals and meetings that he is so busy that Shen Shujun's pretentious charm tastes like a big dish at a dinner.

Shen Shujun can still pretend to be calm at this time and flirt with him for dinner, which is really embarrassing for her.

Cheng Yuesheng didn't bother to make a sound, snorted, moved his legs, leaned lazily on the seat, and turned his head to look out the window.

Shen Shujun said, "I'll stay here at night, and you can accompany me to open a house later."

Cheng Yuesheng stared at the two people at the table behind him, not knowing what to say, Song Qiwen handed her the phone, she took it and looked at it, and then said a few words with a soft expression

, and gave him back the phone.

"Do you hear that?"

"Hmm." Cheng Yuesheng responded.

Song Zhiwen took back his mobile phone and said, "Actually, the main reason why I came to you for dinner was this."

"You can just come to me and invite you to dinner, I still owe you a meal." Gu Yingqing said with a smile.

What Song said was that his friend had a gallery, and someone sent a painting by Gu Zhongmin to ask if he would accept it, and the senior brother of the previous charity art exhibition also saw an identical painting from a collector and wanted to ask her which one was real and which one was a fake.

Gu Yingqing could see that the collector had a real picture in his hand.

Several details, even if they are imitated, they can't imitate the elegance of "Gu Zhongmin-style".

Gu Yingqing felt very strange: "That "Hengshan" is my grandfather's early picture, his paintings are not hard to find, there are still a lot of them in our studio, as long as I talk to my grandfather about the collector, he will also give others to paint, how can anyone imitate the painting?"

"The paintings of people who are old are easy to be found no matter how similar they are, and some people specialize in copying some well-known and niche painters, swaggering and deceiving, and you can earn a few steel hammers when you meet a stupid person."

Gu Yingqing didn't think much about it, and said that she would tell her grandfather about it when she returned to her hometown.

Song Qiwen saw that she was eating slowly and eating very little, and asked, "Are you losing weight?"

Gu Yingqing asked rhetorically, "Why do you say that?"

"You've lost weight, and you've eaten very little."

"Really?" Gu Yingqing smiled forcefully, she felt that she had eaten a lot, and she already felt full.

Pay to leave, while waiting for the elevator, there is an extra couple of men and women next to them.

Gu Yingqing was entangled between silence and greeting again, and before he could find a result, Song Qiwen first chatted with Cheng Yuesheng.

It's an inconsequential greeting scene.

In the elevator, Song Qiwen said to Gu Yingqing, "You wait for me at the door, I'll go down to pick up the car."

On the first floor, Shen Shujun and Cheng Yuesheng went straight out, and Gu Yingqing followed behind slowly, widening the distance.

The two men walked side by side to the front desk.

Gu Yingqing glanced over, and Cheng Yuesheng stared at her with a calm face.

She pursed her lower lip, immediately looked away, walked through the spacious and bright hotel lobby, and walked towards the door.

Gu Yingqing waited for two or three minutes, but before he saw Song Qiwen, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to read the news.

The screen was sparse and full of cracks, and she didn't have time to fix it.

As soon as the phone was unlocked, someone grabbed her arm from behind and dragged her to the hotel.

Gu Yingqing trembled when he was touched, and struggled fiercely, but as soon as his eyes flickered to the side of his face, he immediately rested.

His steps were very large, and the force with which he tugged at her made her arm hurt.

Gu Yingqing barely managed to keep up with him in a few steps and a trot.

Standing in front of the elevator room, Gu Yingqing looked at the figures of the two people reflected on the reflective car door of the elevator, her nose was inexplicably sore, her eyes were hot, and her hands were hard, trying to break free from his shackles.

After the defeat, she raised her eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Can you not be here?"

Cheng Yuesheng didn't seem to hear it.

Her mobile phone rang, it should be Song Qiwen who didn't see her and called.

Cheng Yuesheng's voice came indifferently: "Hang up."