Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 300: Three hundred. Throwing all the self-esteem and arrogance that shouldn't be at the bottom of her feet

Jiang Chuchu's time seems to be divided into two parts, one part is gradually becoming familiar with being an office lady in the art museum, and the other part is with Wen Jiusi, watching him take care of all kinds of affairs all day long, and caring about the safety of his hairline by the way.

The more she gets to know Wen Jiusi, the more Jiang Chuchu feels that Wen Jiusi seems to be more willing to be a top psychiatrist than to control a huge business empire. He compresses the time for dealing with affairs,
Between them, there is a maddening extreme charm.

Not only is he good-looking... his temperament is also good... his body is also good, he really has abdominal muscles, she even touched them, the muscles are tight, and he must have a strong waist... If the waist and back are strong... the work should be good ...

"Just in time for an autumnal equinox, we can choose a batch of paintings around the theme of autumn, and the exhibition hall should also be rearranged accordingly."

"..."

"Chuchu, what do you think?"

"..."

"Jiang Chuchu!"

Jiang Chuchu woke up suddenly, only to find that everyone in the conference room was looking at her, she blushed and almost choked on her own saliva, God knows why she drool...

"I'm coughing... I think it's okay, just do as you said."

After the regular meeting, Professor Bai packed up his things and was about to get up and leave. Jiang Chuchu quickly trotted all the way to keep up with her, showing a flattering smile.

"Professor Bai, can I ask for leave this afternoon?"

Professor Bai glanced at her, "What are you doing?"

"acting."

Jiang Chuchu's eyes were watery, and she spoke with incomparable sincerity.

Professor Bai looked at her suspiciously, and finally relaxed a little bit towards this proud student.

"Go."

Jiang Chuchu narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Thank you, Professor Bai."

In the bathroom, Jiang Chuchu took off her small suit jacket. Inside was a knee-length dress with half sleeves and a generous and delicate bow tie around her waist.She let her hair down again, her long and smooth hair shawled her shoulders, her makeup was light, and she exuded a pure image like a little daisy.

It has been less than half a month since the incident of stealing works, fast forward to September, the weather is getting cooler, she touched her cool skin, shivering involuntarily, thinking to herself, if she is a professional actor, she can hang Hit a group of stand-ins to cut out Xiaohua.

In a certain commercial building, a luxury car stopped in front of the revolving door. Several men and women in formal suits who had been waiting here came forward one after another. A man who looked like a leader bowed and opened the rear door.

Such a big posture provoked passers-by to look over one after another, wanting to see who it was.

The car door opened, and a slender white leg stepped out stepping on black high heels.

Then, a woman wearing a small fragrant business suit came down, with flaming red lips and large-frame sunglasses, exquisite and elegant.

The man who opened the door was so respectful that he almost helped her.

"Miss Mingzhu, we are all ready to hear that you are coming today."

Can you not prepare well, this granddaughter of Li Bowen has been the general manager since she came, and there is only Li Dong in the company.

Li Dong here is of course not Li Bowen, but a cousin of Li Bowen, but to put it bluntly, he is the same as Jiang Mingzhu, because Li Bowen himself is not convenient to come forward, he was recruited by him to fill the scene.

Jiang Mingzhu gave an "en" in her nose, took off her sunglasses, and slightly raised her head to look at the busy and money-filled building.

This will be her battlefield, where she will start again, step by step, she will take all the glory that belongs to her——

"Jiang Mingzhu is over there!"

Jiang Mingzhu hadn't finished thinking about it, the ground was choppy, and a group of reporters who didn't know the origin rushed to surround her. Thanks to the protection of these little leaders, Jiang Mingzhu was separated from them.

Jiang Mingzhu frowned displeasedly, "Did you find a reporter?"

The second sequela of this turmoil is that she hates reporters and computers the most.

The man shook his head wonderingly, "No..."

A reporter put the microphone in front of Jiang Mingzhu's face.

"May I ask if you plan to apologize to Miss Jiang Chuchu in person today?"

Jiang Mingzhu was a little annoyed, isn't this matter already over?

She wanted to enter the building, but the reporters who had been holding back for half a month without any big gossip would just let her go. A foot protruding from where was squashed.

Suddenly, a timid female voice came from behind the reporters.

"What are you doing, can you let me go?"

A reporter was about to grab some big news, when he heard the words, he turned his head impatiently, and met a pair of watery eyes, full of innocence and bewilderment.

A little familiar.

I don't know who recognized it first, and said, "It's Jiang Chuchu, the gold medal winner of the British Oil Painting Exhibition."

For a moment, as if they had made an appointment, everyone took two steps back to make room for her—then they all grabbed a good angle in order to take a good photo...

Jiang Mingzhu still remembered the persona she had just established, and she still kept a smile on her face.

"Chuchu, why are you here?"

Jiang Chuchu looked blank, "Didn't you ask me to come?"

Jiang Mingzhu sneered imperceptibly, "Me? What the hell are you doing, how could I—"

"You said, you want to apologize to me in public... Everyone knows that, you said it."

Jiang Chuchu's soft smile was particularly dazzling in Jiang Mingzhu's eyes. What kind of white lotus does a man-eating flower pretend to be?She wished she could tear off the disguise on Jiang Chuchu's face.

But the reporters next to him obviously liked it and echoed it.

"Yes, we saw this reply in the statement letter."

"Yes."

"..."

Jiang Mingzhu's face was slightly stiff, and she clenched her hands under her cuffs, trying to use the pain to remind herself not to be impulsive, and tried her best to speak peacefully.

"You also said that you have forgiven...and let go."

Even refusing to say "forgive me", Jiang Mingzhu is still so arrogant—it's just that she forgot that arrogance needs strength and character to match, otherwise, she will only become a bluffing clown.

Jiang Chuchu showed a moved smile, and took a step forward, "What are you talking about stupidly, I know you might be nervous, I even prepared the words for you."

Jiang Chuchu took out a piece of paper from her bag and handed it to Jiang Mingzhu.

How can you forgive her?
If she made a mistake, she should have been punished. Who allowed Jiang Mingzhu to hide safely in the safe haven, let others wash off the filth on her body, and when she came out, she would still be that clean white lotus?
Just in the blue sky and broad daylight, push her flesh and let her throw all the so-called self-esteem and pride that she shouldn't have at the bottom of her feet, so that she can be responsible for the mistakes she made day and night, Regret, cry.

Jiang Mingzhu glanced at the words on the paper, her complexion suddenly turned ugly, and she clenched her words without thinking.

"This is impossible."

(End of this chapter)