Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

And over there, SUN and Aunt Qu helped put a large checkered cloth on the grass, and then took out the food. Sun was so happy that he rolled on the cloth——

Only when SUN is rolling, Xiaomi will give him a charity look.

So the son became more and more depraved.

Nana crouched in a small corner, clapping desperately for SUN's performance.

Master master, great...

And Leng Aofeng is like a loyal family dog, but also like a silent guard, silently guarding the two children.

Jing Jiaren felt relieved, picked up the sketch pen, looked at the scenery, and found countless inspirations in her mind...

As soon as she put her pen on the paper, she began to create uncontrollably.

I don't know if it's from her heart, but she always feels a pair of eyes staring at her in the dark.

Deep, surging and roaring emotions like the sea.

And every time she looked back, she couldn't find anything...

Ximen Longting should be looking for her everywhere in Provence, France.

The clues she left will at least divert his attention for a long time. How could he follow him to England so soon?

Jing Jiaren, you think too much...

Or is your mental state not good, that's why you always think that Ximen Longting is by your side?

Over the past few days, Jing Jiaren drew countless design drawings, but not many were left behind.

I always feel like something is missing.

And this day, Jian Chenche's paternity test results have come down...

Show that they are indeed siblings.

Is the hair identification convincing enough?Or get a few drops of his blood to try?

Jing Jiaren blankly flipped through the English testimonial, and soon felt that it was unnecessary.

Why did Jian Chenche lie to her?Really no good.

What's more, no matter whether Jian Chenche is her brother or not, it doesn't make any difference if he doesn't intend to recognize her.

She is too suspicious!

Right now, draw the works of the competition and see what the purpose of the behind-the-scenes manipulator is.Is it the East Palace?

Half a month later, Jing Jiaren left a clothing exhibition, got into the car, and sorted out her recording experience.

Just like going to an exhibition, the models on the runway show are glamorous, but they can't give her the slightest inspiration.

Sitting beside her, Jian Chenche leaned against her head and asked coldly, "Half a month has passed, and we haven't even made the design yet."

Clothing can only be processed and made with the blueprint.

I haven't even finished the first part, so how can there be works for the competition?

Jing Jiaren sighed deeply, closed her eyes, her mind was in a mess.

"How much time is left?"

"1 month and 9 days."

"There's still time..." Jing Jiaren comforted, "It will get better sooner or later."

Damn, there is a theme missing in her work, and the theme is the soul and essence of the work.

She has drawn a lot of design sketches, all of which are brilliant when viewed alone, but together cannot reflect what she wants to express.

"By the way, color is very important, can you introduce Ledenguera for me again?"

"No."

"why?"

"He has been missing since that day, no one knows where he went. Not even his family."

"What does it mean?"

"He is a freelance creator, and he often disappears for independent and closed creation; or, someone took the first step and snatched him away before us."

"A team that also participated in the competition?"

Jian Chenche said indifferently: "It's just a guess."