But the man seemed to be indifferent and turned a blind eye. He didn't pay attention to her at all, and he didn't even give her a look.
"I forgot that you are mute," she sat down with some pity, then raised her face and stared at him without blinking.
"You said it's a pity that such a beautiful person like you is disabled and mute. Sure enough, God is fair and gave you a face that's even more beautiful than a woman's, but it gave you a figure.
It's incomplete, but don't be sad, look at you, she pointed at the painting in his hand, aren't you very talented in painting? I can't understand this painting, but I can see that you painted it
It’s very good and should be very profitable.”
She didn't care whether others could hear her or not, she kept talking non-stop.
"Just like me, I feel very happy. I am married and have a very good husband. Although he is a little cold and treats me badly, and sometimes yells at me, but I am very happy.
Love her, love her very much."
"I seemed to have made him angry yesterday. She moved her legs on the ground, regardless of whether the ground was dirty or whether it would stain her clothes. If I had known better, I wouldn't have bothered him. Didn't I make him angry?
She said that she wanted to cause pain to herself and her shoulders hurt. She rubbed her shoulders, not to complain, but just to talk to others."
"Are you saying that I am really annoyed, so sometimes he gets angry when I am annoyed? Would it be better if I was quieter?"
"But if it's too quiet, he won't be able to feel my presence, so it's better for me to annoy him a little. At least it's better to annoy him and make him annoying than to have him ignore me. Ah, I forgot, she stood
Get up, pat the dirt on your body, I'm going to go do some work, I've bothered you for so long, you must also feel that I talk a lot, right?"
"No," she scratched her hair again, "You can't hear me, so no matter how much I say, you won't be annoyed," she said to herself, picked up the rag again, and rubbed herself
Her shoulder hurt so much. She endured the pain and wiped the glass hard. She had to wipe the glass clean.
But she never noticed that the man didn't loosen his brows after she left. He was still painting, and it was still a painting without facial features. His beautiful fingers moved from time to time, and the brush in his hand seemed to be
It's like it's been given a soul. Every stroke, it outlines extremely smooth lines.
As Yu Xinduo thought, these were of considerable value, but he had never thought of selling them.
His paintings are not for sale.
Yu Xinduo put down the rag in her hand and leaned to the side to rest. She looked towards the sky and thought about someone.
At this time, the man was standing in front of the window, then turned around, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his face had a chilling look on his face.
"Chen Jing, you won't object, right?" Xie Sizhi came over and repeated the topic just now. An Qi's image is very good and healthy. I think she has a lot of advertisements to shoot, and she is abroad.
A graphic model is somewhat famous.
It shouldn't be too difficult to get her to join the company.
Li Anqi just kept a faint smile on her face, her long and thick eyelashes flashing slightly. She didn't speak, just waiting for Yan Chenjing's decision.
Whether he agrees or refuses.
And she thought that he would not reject her.
Xiang Yuyu stared straight at Xie Sizhi, a little speechless for her. How could she know that she was looking for trouble? Compared with Yu Xinduo, it was uneasy. Why was Li Anqi so bad at his job? Why did he have to be under Chen Jing's eyelids?
Bottom, isn't this giving meat buns to dogs? Although it is a bit too much to say that Chen Jing is a meat bun. As for Li Anqi, it is too early for him to be a dog, but he always feels that this is not good.