He urged the elite to come over, looked at her with a headache, and smiled bitterly, "It was delivered early in the morning, call you to turn off the phone in the morning, you are here now, let's see how to deal with so many flowers?"

"Please send it to the flower shop and sell it to them at a price lower than the purchase price of the flower shop. Then, you can invite the studio staff to go out for a barbecue at night. I will reward everyone." Ruyu calmly handled these flowers.

Cui Jingying took the order and immediately called two staff members to move the flowers out. Ruyu looked at the studio that had returned to its original appearance and finally let out a long sigh. She walked in and flicked the red card directly with her fingers and threw it into the trash can.

She thought about drawing something this afternoon, but she picked up the pen and faced the blank canvas. She didn't know where to start the pen for a long time. She drew a few strokes, but she couldn't even see it. She simply pulled it off and kneaded it into a ball and threw it away.

After two hours of hard work, she finally threw away the brush in her hand, then fell to the sofa, narrowing her eyes slightly. She could not calm down at all the white matchsticks last night, the faint blue flame, the red light through her fingers, and the white roses all over the room today.

She admitted that it was all those damn matches, those damn blue flames, and these damn white roses that made people look extremely angry, all invisibly pulled her back to the past that they should not have been recalled.

In the past four years, those little and no memories that cannot be destroyed have actually been integrated into her bones, and they did not really separate because of divorce.

She knew that it was not the person who attracted her, because the light in the corridor was particularly dim last night, and she actually didn't see clearly what Jung Joon Ki looked like.

However, his match-scraping, his cigarette lighting posture, and especially his hands holding the flames, were extremely similar to Kim Jong-nam.

She kneaded her forehead with her hands, Kim Jong-nam, the man who deserves to be killed, and who deserves to be killed, why, he is still in her mind, and he can't drive it out no matter how hard he waves it?

I don’t know how long I had been sitting on the sofa, but the sound of text messages on my phone woke her up. She couldn’t help but take out her phone from her bag and press it: Ruyu, should I pick you up after get off work?

She quickly replied to the text message and refused, saying that she would go back to her father's side after get off work. No matter what, she had to go back to talk to Che Qixuan about her marriage.

After replying to the text message, she took a sip of the cold coffee and could no longer sit still, so she took her bag and went downstairs to go back to her daddy's house early.

However, when she walked out of the building and just arrived at the parking lot on the road, she suddenly found that there was a Ferrari convertible sports car parked beside her car. Zheng Junji was leaning against the door of the sports car, with a simple casual shirt, fitted jeans, and an evil smile on her face, and the whole thing was cold.

Even though the lights were dim last night, I didn’t see Jung Joon-ki clearly, but when I saw this man today, I still knew that Jung Joon-ki was the one last night. But today I looked at Jung Joon-ki, and I looked very young, about 25 years old.
Chapter completed!