Mr.Liang's Wife Escapes Again

Zou Yihan ignored Jiang Shiran and left.

Jiang Shiran stands there, a little at a loss.

She doesn't know what she said wrong or the interview was successful. The only thing she can be sure of is that she needs the job and will stick to it no matter how difficult it is.

After a while, Zou Yihan came back with a painting in front of her.

This is the painting she drew when she met Liang Qiancheng. However, this painting lacks a trace of aura.

This is not the painting she drew, because it was given to liangqiancheng when it was finished.

Later, Gu youyou took part in the painting competition and won a championship. Since then, this painting has become a symbol of her Jiang Shiran.

And her careful thinking of liangqiancheng has become the world's best friend.

Later, she became the man who robbed her sister.

She squinted at Jiang Shiran, who was still in the painting. Zou Yihan put a blank paper next to the painting, and then threw her a brush with no expression on her face. "You can not talk about it and prove it to me."

That praise new brush, from the river when dye's hand slipped to the ground, trembling hands, even the pen can not grasp.

The big black eyes, looking at the falling brush on the ground, the lips were shaking.

She squatted down, shaking her hands slowly toward the pen, in the near touch of the pen, hands like electric shock immediately back.

The rough hand was hanging in the air, shaking very badly, the hand stretched out a few times and all retracted back.

Zou Yihan looked a little impatient, cold voice a little bit disdainful, "if you can't, don't waste my time, there are many people waiting for my interview."

Hearing his words, Jiang Shiran's body slightly shakes, reaches out his hand and grabs the pen on the ground. His rough hand holds the pen tightly.

I didn't expect that after she got out of prison, she would still have a chance to grab the brush.

Stand in front of the white paper and take a deep breath.

"Give me an hour."

At the beginning, standing in the distance, she was afraid that the teenager would leave at any time. She only took 15 minutes to complete.

Now she is not so confident.

"I'll be here in an hour."

With that, Zou Yihan left without stopping.

She was the only one in such a large room. She adjusted the paint, picked up the brush, looked at the paper, and then took a look at the copy of her painting next to her.

This time, she picked up the brush again, not for cool thousand city, but for a job.

He picked up the brush and drew the first stroke on it. His hand was still shaking.

Just as she was preparing for the second stroke, her mobile phone rang, a message from Xiao Ji.

"Ranran, I believe you."

My mind came to mind from Xiaoji's gentle and elegant face. I closed my eyes and sketched out his appearance in my heart.

By the time she opened her eyes again, the young pian in the painting had already turned into Xiaoji, and her hands were no longer shaking.

Li Xiaoji stands at the door and secretly looks at the girl with a brush on the paper. For a moment, she seems to be back before she is 18 years old. That kind of self-confidence and pride is unique to Jiang Shiran before the age of 18.

His heart a burst of pain, clearly so confident so proud of a girl, but because of their own bad experience has become inferiority, low.

Now, he has found Jiang Shiran, and he will not let this confidence and pride disappear.

An hour later, Zou Yihan came as agreed.