When he returned to Wen's house, he happened to run into Wen Mu. Seeing that Fengyi had come back so late, he couldn't help but frown slightly: "Xiaoyue, where have you been? I didn't answer your phone calls. My brother will be worried."

Fengyi looked at him, she was gentle and graceful, she looked very gentle, she had a light bookish air about her, and when she spoke, she felt like a spring breeze.

But it was this one person who became the last straw that broke the original owner's back.

The encounter between the original owner and Gu Yishen was deliberately created to trap the original owner and make her pay the wrong price.

Maybe he also had selfish motives, hoping that the original owner could be with Gu Yishen, so that Lin Nianke would see his existence.

Seeing her staring at him, Wen Mu raised his eyebrows and smiled, stood up and patted her head: "Are you stupid? Are you hungry? Whatever you want to eat, my brother will cook it for you."

The tone is natural and friendly, without any hint of pretense.

Fengyi looked at him and turned around calmly: "I won't eat."

She walked straight up the stairs, suddenly stopped, and said, "Wen Mu, have you ever experienced the feeling of being hung on a windmill and spinning around?"

"No."

"Oh, it will happen sooner or later."

Fengyi yawned, and an immature idea suddenly came to her mind. She wanted to hang these people on a windmill and put them down until she was happy.

Watching her leave, Wen Mu swallowed his words again. He wanted to persuade his sister and Gu Yishen to break off their engagement, but seeing her lukewarm look, he couldn't say anything.

Fengyi did not return to her room, but turned around and walked into the studio. Looking at the pen that had not been touched for a long time, she seemed to feel Wen Yue's body trembling.

There is an unfinished painting in front of me, a room, half hidden in darkness, half illuminated by sunlight, and the air seems to be carrying a little bit of dust.

She paused and raised her hand to pick up the paintbrush.

A woman, wrapped in shackles, fell to the ground. She struggled to crawl forward, and her white and veiny left hand crossed the line. She seemed to be burned by the sun, and her wrist movement seemed to be about to retract.

Fengyi stopped writing and said softly: "Hello, Wen Yue."

She put away the pen. Although this was drawn by her, it was done unconsciously. Perhaps it was Wen Yue's inner self.

[Boss, Wen Yue is so miserable. She didn’t do anything wrong. She shouldn’t be lying in this shadow part.]

001 is a little angry. The person in the painting is also the artist.

Fengyi hummed softly: "She is a very good person, warm and kind, and like her works, she has a kind of respect for life."

Looking at the woman in the painting, the last expression on her face is that her eyes are tightly closed and her mouth seems to be smiling.

She sighed softly and said: "It's just that she was confused in the end. She felt that even the sunlight would burn her. She was in the darkness and struggled towards the sunlight longingly. However, she stopped at the last moment. It's just that

Feeling it carefully with your hands is enough to make her happy."

Fengyi stretched out and looked at the painting with soft eyes.

There is still a scene to watch at tomorrow's class reunion. I hope those who have hurt Wen Yue can withstand her passion.

After all, she is someone who particularly likes her classmates!

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At the class reunion, everyone exchanged glasses, exchanged greetings, and complimented each other.

"Lin Yue, long time no see. You are getting more and more beautiful. I almost don't recognize you anymore."

"No, my face cost hundreds of thousands." Lin Yue was wearing brand-name clothes, with bracelets on her neck and ears last night, and she was carrying the latest Chanel bag, with unstoppable pride in her eyes.

She was lucky enough to marry a second-generation rich man, and since then she has achieved a class leap and reached the pinnacle of her life.

No longer do you have to fight with others to pretend to be a socialite, nor do you need to carefully look at other people's eyes.

Seeing how proud she was now, some people were so jealous that they almost burst into flames, and had to grit their teeth to compliment her.

After all, I have a great husband.

"Haha, I used to think Lin Yue was extraordinary."

As soon as he finished speaking, the box was pushed open.

Ji Baiqing walked in, looked around at everyone, and smiled: "Everyone is here."

Her appearance instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Ji Baiqing was a popular figure in the school at the time. Not only was she beautiful, she came from a wealthy family, but she didn't have the airs of a young lady. She was sincere and gentle in her treatment of others. She was the dream lover of many people.ωωw..net

Lin Yue's face stiffened, it was like this every time.

As soon as Ji Baiqing appears, she will always be forgotten and reduced to a background.

But she had to rely on this person. No one knew better than her how vicious and cruel this seemingly gentle and kind person was behind the scenes.

She tightened her grip on the bag, and her slightly frowned eyebrows relaxed, revealing a surprised smile.

"Bai Qing, here."

Seeing that she exuded the aura of a nouveau riche, Ji Baiqing casually curled her lips, with a hint of contempt in her eyes. After all, she was something that could not be put on the stage.

It's ridiculous to think that marrying a rich husband means you are worthy of being on an equal footing with her.

She sat down, showed a faint smile on her lips, and said, "Why don't you see Wen Yue?"

Hearing the word "Wen Yue", the atmosphere froze for a moment, and many people frowned.

Someone laughed disdainfully: "Maybe she is too shameless to come here. She did so many things wrong in the beginning. Not only did she steal your ideas, but she was also so stupid and pretended to be pitiful everywhere. Even the teacher was deceived by her."

As Wang Yan spoke, many people agreed.

"Yes, I heard that she also worked as a mistress and was kept by someone in her forties or fifties."

"What? She was obviously kidnapped by several men. I heard that she stepped on several boats, and then she was retaliated and had her hands broken."

"Perhaps she has already married early and has become a yellow-faced woman. No, who would want her like that? I don't know where she died."

"Really? Where did you hear that?"

A cold voice sounded. Fengyi had exquisite makeup and a slit black skirt, which perfectly outlined her curvy figure. As she walked, her long, snow-white legs were looming, like blooming black roses.

She casually pulled up a stool and sat down, raising her eyebrows and looking at the speaker: "Continue talking? Why don't you stop talking."

"Wen Yue?"

Some people are in disbelief, finding it difficult to connect this domineering and beautiful woman with the quiet girl in their memories.

The ones who were most surprised were Ji Baiqing and Lin Yue. They were college roommates with Wen Yue and had bullied and excluded her for several years. They knew her character best.

Ji Baiqing clenched her fists, a gloomy look flashed in her eyes, and she looked at Fengyi jealously.

"It's me, long time no see. My old classmates, I miss you so much."

Fengyi raised a casual smile, then looked at Lin Yue and Ji Baiqing: "Especially my dear roommate."

The atmosphere was very awkward for a while. No one thought that when they said bad things about others, they would be overheard by the person involved.

They were still talking about how miserable her fate was, but in the end, she appeared in front of everyone in a glorious way. Not only was she not miserable, but she also lived a better life than everyone else.
Chapter completed!