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Chapter 15 Bai Yueguang and her substitute
  Shen Anran: "Do you want to calculate how long you can live?"

Wen Ying smiled softly and said, "My disease is in the advanced stage and I don't have much time to live. I want you to do me a favor today."

She picked up her phone and rummaged through the photo album to find a photo, "If you can really count, count her...marriage."

In the photo, a girl wearing a black scarf is standing in the snow with a bright smile.

[Shit, Lee Yunseo! ! 】

[My goddess of books, what is their relationship? This pure lust photo is absolutely stunning. It seems that this photo has not been posted on the Internet, right? 】

[Alas, this is probably what Shushu looked like a year ago. Nowadays, we rarely see her in public, and she doesn’t like to smile. 】

[I heard that she is now suffering from severe depression. 】

[But am I the only one who thinks that Lee Yoon-seo in this photo looks very similar to this young lady? 】

【I go! I feel the same way about the front part, especially the eyes, they look absolutely amazing! 】

"The fish tail has straight lines like cross lines, and the wife and concubine's palace color is dark green. If you meet someone who is not kind, you will have trouble with your words, the relationship between the couple will be weak, and the relationship will not go smoothly. In addition, her eyebrows will be droopy, her mouth will be small, and her character will be cowardly. Often at a disadvantage in marriage.”

Shen Anran looked at Wen Ying meaningfully, "If she doesn't break up with that person now and insists on getting married, her health will deteriorate and she will eventually die because of you."

"Wen Ying, that man's perfect match is you."

Wen Ying's fingers holding the phone turned slightly white, "Then can you help Li Yunshu for me?" Her expression gradually became sad, "If this continues, she will die."

"This is a bad relationship between the two of them. The important point is still the person involved. Li Yunshu has been trapped and can't get out. To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell needs to be tied. This time, you need to solve it. He only listens to your words."

Wen Ying slowly lowered his head, coughed several times in pain, and said in a sad tone, hoarsely: "But I'm dying. If he knows, I'm worried he won't be able to let it go."

Shen Anran's voice was soft, "Should you want him to hate you and then transfer his hatred to another girl who is similar to you but innocent, or should you go back, explain everything clearly, let him let Li Yunshu go, and in the end Stay with you for a while. It’s your choice.”

Wen Ying seemed to have thought of something, but shook his head, "Is there no other choice? I finally made up my mind to leave Beicheng and deleted all his contact information. What if I go back and I can't let him go?"

Shen Anran: "I can only talk about what's going on between you so far. However," she paused and chuckled, "If you want to live longer, why not spend more money and please ask me."

Wen Ying's dim eyes suddenly lit up, and she moved closer, "You have a way to save me? But the most skilled doctors here have concluded that I won't survive more than a month."

Shen Anran: "There is nothing so absolute. Do you believe me?"

Wen Ying was silent, and after a few seconds, he nodded solemnly, "I believe it. I will return to Beicheng the day after tomorrow."

"Come to me. This place is suitable for you to recuperate." Shen Anran said, "He will come to you. When that person leaves Beicheng, Li Yunshu's condition will gradually improve. And she will also meet someone who belongs to her. Her own destiny.”

Wen Ying laughed and said, "I like this solution very much. An'an, you are different from before."

Shen Anran: "No one is the same. You are the same. You were as bright as the sun."

【I finally remembered. Warm welcome! A young artist who has won the Xu Beihong Art Award! Once a painting of Autumn Wind was auctioned for a high price of 80 million! 】

[Then aren’t she and Li Yunshu competing for the same man? ! 】

[Isn’t this the content of a novel? After Bai Yueguang left, I became her substitute. I didn't expect that something like this would happen in reality. 】

[Oh no, the goddess of books deserves the best! 】

[It turns out she is ‘coming into the wind’! Is my favorite painter! It is said that she suddenly announced her retirement six months ago without any reason. It turned out to be because of illness]

[I didn’t expect that Shen Anran would know Wen Ying and be a classmate in college. Why is there such a big difference! 】

[Miss Wen Ying, will I have the opportunity to watch your new work again in the future? ]    【Yes, is there still a chance to come back? 】

Wen Ying noticed some screens and said warmly: "Maybe, but it may not be as good as before. Sometimes I can't even pick up the paintbrush."

When she said this, there was no regret or pain in Wen Ying's expression. It seemed that the fact that she couldn't hold the paintbrush was not something worth feeling sad about.

Shen Anran said: "That's the end of today's live broadcast." She smiled at Wen Ying, "See you the day after tomorrow."

Wen Ying nodded slightly.

After the live broadcast ended, it was almost ten o'clock.

After Shen Anran washed up, she lay on the bed and slept.

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  "Master Jiang, I know a very interesting place. Do you want to go and see it later?"

Jiang Mo, who was lying on the massage bed, closed his eyes and enjoyed the massage, "Only you, what good things can you know?"

Sun Hao smiled and said: "I heard from others that there are clouds of beautiful women and pools of good wine! It is a place that can make people feel ecstatic."

"Sun Hao, wait a minute. Didn't you hear Mr. Jiang just say that he wanted to clean himself up for Shen Chuyin?!"

Sun Hao: "Master Jiang, go ahead, just go and have a look and have a drink. And it's not far away, it's on the first floor below this massage city."

"Master Jiang, let's go and take a look. It's still early, it's not even ten o'clock!"

Jiang Mo was annoyed and had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Just as he stood up, the time on the clock reached exactly ten o'clock.

Jiang Mo suddenly remembered Shen Anran's advice.

A bloody disaster?
  Jiang Mo pursed his lips and hesitated.

But it’s not too late until 12 o’clock. He thought he would just go and see if anything would happen.

Besides, what Shen Anran said may not always be right.

After the massage, everyone went to the first floor below, led by Sun Hao.

As soon as he got off the elevator, Jiang Mo felt a chill as someone put his shoulder on his shoulder.

Jiang Mo: "Why is it so cold here?"

"The air conditioning isn't on. It should be warm when we get in."

"But why is it so quiet here? There's no sound at all."

Sun Hao said nonchalantly: "Maybe the sound insulation here is good. You'll know everything when you go in."

After walking a few steps, everyone suddenly saw a graceful woman standing in front of a closed door.

She didn't seem to feel the cold. She was only wearing a thin white skirt. The slightly transparent material of the dress could vaguely see the flesh underneath.

Jiang Mo suddenly felt like leaving here.

But someone pushed him from behind, and Jiang Mo stumbled to the front of the crowd, with the woman close at hand.

(End of this chapter)