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

Looking out of the window, Jing Jiaren was painting.

In one breath, she actually typed up 8 design drafts.

Jian Chenche frowned, while Jing Jiaren observed his expression——

This BOSS is really rigorous and demanding in its work.

Jing Jiaren has been passed more and more, and now she has less and less confidence in herself.At the beginning, her works were full of aura and unconstrained style, but under his repeated blows, she became more and more frustrated, resulting in worse and worse works.

It's been a long time since I've been stuck.

Jing Jiaren felt that she couldn't do it several times, and she lost a lot of hair.

Seeing Jian Chenche just looking through in silence, he saw the last picture with a grim expression...

Jing Jiaren's jumping heart slowly dropped.

"Still not working? What am I missing this time?"

"..."

"Last time you said that there was a lack of theme and soul, and I also felt that something was missing... But this time, I think the daisy series can be made into a daisy series."

"..."

"If it doesn't work this time, it seems that I really have no talent." She has since launched the design world!

Jian Chenche slowly brought the manuscript in front of her, pointing here and there with his slender fingers.

What's wrong with the proportions? The style of this manuscript looks good, but it's whimsical to want the real thing to achieve this sense of expansion...

In short, they all picked up some small problems and criticized her.

Jing Jiaren was stunned: "The proportion is wrong because of the draft. Go back and sort it out again."

"..."

"As for the sense of expansion you mentioned, we can work hard on the selection of fabrics and production..."

"Ah."

"Then there are no other questions?"

Jian Chenche: "It's fine."

Jing Jiaren really wanted to slap him in the face: "You will die if you say something good? Is it so difficult for you to praise others?"

Jian Chenche stared at her: "Pride makes people fall behind."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

Not wanting to pay attention to this picky guy, Jing Jiaren was extremely happy anyway, and let out a heavy breath.

She slammed open the car door, walked down, and stood outside the fence, looking at those daisies and feeling more relaxed than ever!

More than half a month, in fact, strictly counted, there are 20 days!

She had been struggling for so long, and now she finally breathed a sigh of relief, beaming with joy.

Jian Chenche also got out of the car, stood beside her and asked, "This flower is very common."

"Yes, for everyone, it is indeed too common to be worth mentioning."

"How did it inspire you so much?"

Jing Jiaren smiled and looked up: "Secret."

A gust of wind blew, her bangs fluttered, a few petals fell on her head, her smiling eyes were full of diamonds, and her whole face was so dynamic that it made one's heart skip a beat.

Jian Chenche hooked her lower lip: "Really? About love?"

"..." Jing Jiaren, "How do you know?"

Jian Chenche snorted coldly through his nose, expressing his disdain.

Jing Jiaren glared at him: "What, are you jealous?"

"I'm jealous?"

"Yeah... I'm jealous that I have love, but you can only have unrequited love." Jing Jiaren teased, "Hey, if I were Ji Zihan, I also like Ximen Longting and don't like you."

Jian Chenche: "..."

"Who told you to lose too much to Ximen Longting?"

Jian Chenche: "..."

Jing Jiaren was in a good mood, squatted down, stretched out her hand from the fence, and made a small piece of soil, planning to go back and find a pot to plant.

When she got up, she saw Jian Chenche staring at her coldly: "Thief."