God, he's a paranoid

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Nan Gongran stared at those three words in confusion.

Why is this? The idea is exactly the same, even the details are exactly the same, and even the name of the designer is the same, but she has never seen this work before, and it is all imagined, why is this so.

Nan Gongran felt a little unbelievable, she looked at Lisa and said, "Help me check other works of the designer."

"Okay." Lisa quickly picked up her phone and continued to check.

Words, during this period of time, Nan Gongran's brain was in a mess, and she didn't even know what to do.

She felt a little inexplicably flustered.

"I found it." Lisa said, "Nangong, look quickly, these are the works of that designer, but they were all three years ago."

Nan Gongran took the phone and flipped through it.

It is true that this designer's works were written three years ago, and they were only concentrated in one period. It seems that since then, no works have been produced.

Nan Gongran looked through her previous works, there were not many but three of them, but these three were exactly the same as what she had drawn on the design drawings.

Nan Gongran was stunned by this discovery. She stared at the paintings one after another on the page, a little unbelievable.

What is going on, who can tell her.

Nangongran was a little confused. She paused for a while before finding the word Nangongran on the search page, but the page that popped up contained no information other than her works.

Without information, how would she judge.

Nan Gongran stared at the words above, paused, and said, "Lisa, I think I need to clarify one thing. You should keep these works for me first, and don't hand them in. I'll come when I go."

There are some things she has to figure out.

Nan Gongran turned and ran out of the room after speaking.

Lisa was about to say something behind her, but saw that she had already rushed out the door.

Nan Gongran quickly ran out of the college. She was standing on the side of the road waiting for the bus, but a black extended version of Lincoln stopped in front of her, the door opened, and the people inside said respectfully, "Miss Nangong, please get in the car. "

Nan Gongran stared at the car. The car she recognized was that Mr. Dessert's car.

Nangongran remembered the call she hadn't received before, so she sat in without hesitation.

……

"Gong Hanjue, you lied to me, Gong Hanjue, I hate you."

"Gu Youran, don't go, I didn't lie to you, Gu Youran, don't go, I didn't lie to you, listen to my explanation..."

Gong Yin woke up from the dream, looked at the surrounding environment, but found that he was in the office at this time.

It turned out that it was just a dream, but the scene was too realistic.

He held his strong heartbeat and looked at everything in front of him.

He reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Gu Youran...

Gong Yin murmured in his heart.

In his heart, he was extremely terrified, as if something was about to happen, which made him a little restless.

Gong Yin clutched the pain in his chest, and gradually calmed down.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly.

Gong Yin picked up the phone and took a look at the call from Paris, then picked it up.

On the other side of the phone came the hurried voice of the bodyguard.

"Mr. Gong, it's not good, Miss Nangong is gone."

"It's gone?" Gong Yin stood up from the chair, "How could it be gone? Are you all idiots? You can't even look at anyone."

(End of this chapter)