Billionaire Love Marriage: Goodnight, My Wife Lord

Even if the woman turns to ashes, she can recognize it.

Just because she said a few hard words at the beginning, the woman fell her trophy, ruined her painting exhibition, and let people suppress her in all aspects, making it difficult for her to gain a foothold in the painting industry from now on!

Step by step, it was reduced to the behind the scenes work of helping people prepare for the exhibition.

Ji Luoqing, who was walking in front of him, suddenly felt like a thorn in his back. He waited to turn around and look.

I also found that there was nothing suspicious in the coming and going galleries.

"What's the matter with you, madam?"

Rongfang asked softly when she saw what she seemed to be looking for.

"Nothing. Maybe I read it wrong." Ji Luoqing took back her sight. It must be an illusion. Then she went on.

As she walked, she appreciated the paintings on the wall, but none of them fell, because she found that Su Xiting's layout of the exhibition was still painstaking. Each painting on the wall was a theme, and each painting was a transition, echoing the whole theme.

You can see it with a little care.

"Madam, be careful!"

Ji Luoqing was fascinated. Rong Fang quickly took her to hide from the group of people who came in together.

After avoiding, Rong Fang glanced at a uniformed female staff member who led them in, "can you watch when walking? Don't you see anyone here?"

Madam, as long as she is not blind, she can see that she is a pregnant woman. Even if ordinary people see her, they will avoid it. Can't this woman see it?

"I'm really sorry. These are the students specially invited by our Su painter to visit. I patronized and entertained them. I didn't see them for a while. I'm really sorry!"

Then the female staff member looked at Ji Luoqing and cried out in surprise, "Yo, isn't this Mr. Huanan Feng's fiancee, Miss Ji?"

"It's been a long time, Miss Ji. Do you remember me?"

When someone mentioned the past, Ji Luoqing subconsciously frowned. Only then did she look at her carefully. After looking at it for a long time, did she suddenly think of it.

"Are you Zhuo... Zhuo LAN?"

I can't blame her. Zhuolan has changed too much in recent years. She thought about it for a while before she remembered it.

"Miss Ji still remembers me? Oh, Miss Ji, do you remember deliberately breaking my trophy, encouraging your fiance and burning my paintings in front of everyone? "

Zhuolan's voice was loud. The gallery was originally a quiet place. When she said this, almost everyone looked at it.

Ji Luoqing was reminded by her that the past events of that year flashed in her mind like a horse lantern,

I just didn't expect that zhuolan was reduced to this point.

More coincidentally, the two met again in the gallery.

"Why don't you talk? Miss Ji's ability to seduce men in those days is really comparable to your vicious heart. Just because of some small contradictions, you let people smash my trophy, destroy all my paintings, and even ruin my reputation all my life! "

"I wonder if Miss Ji has ever felt a little repentant up to now?"

Zhuolan smiled sarcastically and resounded through the gallery.

Think of her plummeting in the past five years, from the unlimited scenery at the beginning to helping people do chores now, how can she not hate or complain?

But God has eyes.

It's heaven's help that she can meet this woman again!

Ji Luoqing didn't speak just now because she had long forgotten to go to the South Pole. Unexpectedly, she was still remembered and hated all the time.

"Painter Zhuo, indeed, I haven't seen you for a long time."

She admitted that she was impulsive at that time, but she would still do it if it happened again.

Although an Jingchuan did it, the South China seal was just a black pot for zhuolan's self righteousness.

"Oh, oh, painter Zhuo? Thanks to you, my life has been ruined by you. Is it a sense of achievement to see me like this? "

Zhuolan listened to these three words. It's been a long time since they were called. Without reputation, these three words don't deserve to be called at all.

"Zhuolan, why are you here if you don't go to work?"

At this time, the manager in charge of the exhibition came over and saw that zhuolan had attracted so many people. He couldn't help but scold in a low voice.

However, how could zhuolan, who finally met his enemy, give up easily? This is likely to be the only opportunity for revenge?

"What happened?"

Just then, Su Xiting, who came down from upstairs, saw a lot of people around there and strode over.

The manager bowed his head to Su Xiting and said, "young master Su, this is zhuolan..."

"Xi Ting. Do you remember what I told you before that I was framed to this point? You listen to my experience and say that I came to help you with the painting exhibition. I've always been grateful to you. But -- "

Zhuolan took the initiative to walk over to Su Xiting and said.

This industry is big and small. She couldn't stay in Hua'an city until she moved to youjing'an city.

Su Xiting is a young painter with great potential in the painting industry.

So she took the initiative to come over and hope to help him. Even if she has no reputation, it is another success for her to support a potential and successful future painter.

"But today, anyway, I will wash away my grievances! I pay my youth and best time for painting, but... It's all because of her! "

Zhuolan said excitedly and tearfully, pointing to Ji Luoqing, "it's because of her that she ruined everything I have! Destroy everything I have! "

Ji Luoqing looked at zhuolan pointing to herself and suddenly felt that everything was so familiar.

Suddenly remember that at the beginning, zhuolan laughed at her in front of Huanan Feng.

What cause you plant, what fruit you get.

Even though she was just impulsive at that time, she still doesn't think such a person deserves to be a painter and enjoy the pursuit of the audience.

"Sister zhuolan, did you misunderstand something?"

Su Xiting looked at her pointing to Ji Luoqing, frowned and said something unconvinced.

"Xi Ting, I didn't misunderstand! It was she who ruined me. She not only let people smash my trophy, burn my painting in front of everyone, but also suppressed me everywhere, so that no one dared to ask for my painting again! "

Zhuolan pointed to Ji Luoqing, as if she wanted to bite a piece of meat off her.

"Yes, she was right. I smashed the trophy. I burned the painting, too. Just, painter Zhuo, why don't you tell me why I smashed your trophy and burned your painting? "

Ji Luoqing took a step forward and waved to Rongfang, indicating that she didn't have to be nervous.

At the beginning, zhuolan couldn't get a bargain in Hua'an. What's more, is this Jing'an?

"Don't confuse right and wrong here! You and I met for the first time. What can I do to you? Don't you just bully others and do whatever you want because you were president Hua's fiancee at that time? "

Zhuolan looked at Ji Luoqing's eyes and was angry. He took the first step and said loudly.