The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

Xia Ling returned to her apartment. It was rare for her to break up so easily.

She took a shower and changed into her pajamas.

She took out the half-finished products from the cabinet.

She opened the study door and packed all Fu Dai's things in the box. She was going to send them to the company tomorrow by express delivery from the same city.

Finally, she was able to occupy the spacious desk.

Xia Ling carefully adjusted the colors. She was persistent and soft. She carefully moistened the brush and began to draw her self-portrait.

Normal traditional Chinese paintings were all landscape characters.

Xia Ling was good at fine brushwork. It turned out that she had practiced a landscape painting.

Now, the second painting she wanted to draw was of herself.

She had a set photo of "the legend of the Qing Imperial Concubine" .

The woman was wearing a green palace dress. She had a charming smile on her face. Her watery eyes contained a smile as she looked ahead.

The top of her head was a complicated Bun and beaded jade. In her hand was a round fan.

It looked pure and sweet.

Xia Ling liked this set photo very much, so she used this Chinese painting to practice her character.

She drew seriously for more than an hour before she could draw the outline of the drawing.

*

In the hotel, a drunk man was talking drunkenly.

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

"She knows how to draw Chinese paintings and wants to draw very well, but she doesn't want me to know at all. She hid the drawing and didn't show it to me. "

"She didn't know how to cook before, but now she's doing very well. I wonder which wild man she learned it for. "

"He said she likes me, but she's a liar. She doesn't like me at all. "

"Why? She doesn't like me? I have money, status, and a body! Which wild man in the circle is more suitable for her than me? What right does she have to break up with me? What right does she have to not like me? BURP... "

...

Fu Dai kept mumbling and the drunken Fu Dai's words made many of secretary Li's ears hurt.

Looking at the drunk man in front of him, he did not have his usual wise and majestic appearance.

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

"maybe she misunderstood you, Fu. "

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

More than ten red wine bottles were rolling on the floor of the presidential suite.

There was a hint of childishness in his handsome face and eyes.

When Fu Dai was half-drunk and half-awake, the closed door of his heart could only be opened. Only then did he admit that he had really fallen in love with Wang Yue unconsciously.

Wang Yue was like a shadow of the love in university.

When he broke up with her, he was in terrible pain, but for some reason, he tried his best to make himself remember the pain after the breakup.

But now, after breaking up with her again and getting drunk, he thought about how they had become strangers just like that.

Pain... ...

Only then did Fu Dai know what pain was.

The pain he felt before had become numb under the cover of time.

But now, the suffocation in his heart was as though he was drowning. He looked around, completely at a loss.

When he thought of her...

He could remember her curved lips, her raised eyebrows, and her pajamas as she shuttled back and forth in the apartment.

She looked at him, her watery eyes filled with silence. The way she told him that she had broken up with him...

...

These scenes and frames were infused into his bones and blood during these two months.

She did it on purpose. She did all of this to make him fall in love with her.

However, she was so cruel that she lured him in, but she managed to escape unscathed.

*

"Did you and Miss Wang meet someone just now? What happened? Women are always repeating themselves, making it easier for them to get jealous. "

"What if Miss Wang was just angry and jealous, and in her anger, she broke up with him? Chief Fu. "