Chapter 671 I Am White Moonlight (34)

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

She took a shower and changed into pajamas.

He took out the hidden half-finished product from the cabinet.

She opened the door of the study, packed all Fu Dai's things in the box, and planned to send him to the company tomorrow by courier in the same city.

Finally able to occupy the large desk.

Xia Ling adjusted the colors carefully, persisted in softness, and carefully moistened the brush, and then began to draw her self-portrait.

Normal Chinese paintings are landscape figures.

Xia Ling is good at fine brushwork, so he practiced painting a landscape.

Now, in this second painting, what she wants to paint is herself.

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

The woman was wearing a blue palace attire, with a charming smile, and a pair of watery eyes with a smile, looking forward.

On the top of the head is a cumbersome bun and emerald beads, and holds a round fan in his hand.

It looks pure and sweet.

Xia Ling likes this makeup photo very much, so, take this traditional Chinese painting of human beings.

She drew seriously, and it took more than an hour to draw the outline of the sketch.

*

In the hotel, the drunk man was talking drunk.

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

"She knows how to draw traditional 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 likes me, but she is 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 suitable for her than me? Why did she break up with me? Why doesn't she like me? Hiccup..."

...

Rubbling on and on, the drunk Fu Dai talked a lot, and Secretary Li's ears felt callused.

Looking at the drunken man in front of him, he didn't look as wise and powerful as usual.

Secretary Li understood the boss's intentions very well and made up a reason.

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

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

There were more than a dozen red wine bottles rolling on the floor of the presidential suite.

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

Only when Fu Dai was half-drunk and half-awake could his closed heart be opened, and only then did he admit that he really fell in love with Wang Yue unknowingly.

Wang Yue's love in college was like a blurred shadow.

After breaking up with her, he was in severe pain, but for some reason, he tried his best to remind himself of the pain after breaking up.

But now, breaking up again, getting drunk, thinking of becoming strangers with her just like that.

pain……

Only then did Fu Dai know what pain is.

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

But now, the suffocation in his heart is like drowning, and he looks around, completely at a loss.

When I think of her.

I can think of her curving her lips, her raising her eyebrows, and her wearing pajamas, shuttling back and forth in the apartment.

She looked at him, there was silence in her eyes, and she told him how to break up.

...

This scene, frame by frame, has melted into his flesh and blood during these two months.

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

However, she was so cruel that she lured him into it, but she retreated completely.

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

"What if Ms. Wang is just angry and jealous, and she proposes to break up because of anger? Mr. Fu."