Because except for a landscape painting and a few decorative vases on the desk, the rest of the things on the desk are business things, such as documents, statements, financial statements, pens and so on.
Mu Jinjin took the landscape painting in the upper left corner of the desk and looked at it in front of him, wanting to see what kind of scenery it was, so that he could put it on the desk alone to enjoy.
She found that the painting was painted with a white rose blown away by the wind, and the rose petals were swept away by the wind like dandelions, and the picture came to life.
It's a beautiful picture.
Mu Jinjin pulled the painting out of the frame, wanting to see which famous artist painted it, and he could paint such a realistic picture.
But when she pulled the painting halfway out of the frame, she paused in her movements.
She discovers that there is another painting hidden underneath it.
And the protagonist in the other painting is undoubtedly her.
The picture of her above is not a real life photo, but an oil painting.
In the painting, she is standing in a garden full of white roses, wearing a white gauze skirt, holding a bright white rose in her left hand, and carrying her skirt in her right hand, dancing in the middle of the white rose garden.
On the painting, she has a bright smile, like an angel who has no quarrel with the world.
She looked at the two paintings, and tears fell on the frame as if they were uncontrollable.
Yes.
She never thought about it.
His favorite scenery was never a white rose drifting away in the wind.
Rather, a girl like a white rose.
The girl he loved, but swayed and drifted with the wind.
She guessed he hadn't thought of it either.
The reason why she sways with the wind is why she drifts.
That's all because she loves him.
I can't love him, that's why I left him so ruthlessly.
"Sir, you're finally back, will you go to the press conference this afternoon, the manager of the other party has called us many times" "Hold it for next week."
"Yes sir."
A familiar voice sounded outside the door.
Mu Jinjin was frightened, and put the painting in his hand back into the frame like a thief, and then stood up to find a place to hide.
"Click."
Just then, there was a sound of the door opening, and it seemed that the door would be pushed open in a few seconds.
Oops Mu Jinjin didn't know what he was panicking about, so he directly bent down and hid under the desk, sneaking around like a thief.
Because she hid under the table, it was pitch black all around, and she could only hear the sound outside, and she couldn't see the people outside.
But just hearing the sound made her frightened.
Because she heard a heavy and elegant sound of leather shoes coming closer and closer in her direction, closer and closer, and finally sat directly in the office chair dozens of centimeters away from her.
Mu Jinjin can now touch his legs as long as he moves slightly.
She blinked, her heart beating fast, and she reached out to cover her thumping chest, completely unsure of what she was going to do next.
Did you jump out and tell him that you weren't dead, and then explain to him what you were suffering about a year ago, and then the two got back together But wouldn't that be a bit of a fool's errand?
"BSA, come in" Just when Mu Jinjin didn't know what he should do next, he suddenly heard his scolding voice.
His voice was visibly angry, and his tone was vaguely hoarse, as if he hadn't slept in years. oshow7 t1706231537: