Song Chujiu's eyes quietly passed through Xingruo's pretty face. She asked unintentionally: "Xingruo, do you have no friends?"

Xingruo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"No."

"Why don't you have friends?"

Xingruo's face showed a blank expression, "I don't know. I had friends when I was in school. Later, I heard my friends slander me in various ways and even said bad things about me. Later, after I became a model, I also made a few friends. They were all very good at the beginning, but later, they ruined all my clothes on the catwalk."

Speaking of this, Xingruo lowered his head in disappointment.

"...I seem to be very annoying, and I don't know why they treat me like this." A slight helplessness appeared on her face. "But men seem to like me very much, but... they all like my face too. One time I deliberately pretended to be ugly, and none of the men who kept wandering around me recognized me and called me an ugly girl, and told me to get away."

Song Chujiu suddenly didn't know what to say.

Having a beauty that is different from ordinary people is a blessing and trouble, and it is easy to attract women's jealousy and men's like it.

But most of the men who like her are attracted by this face and ignore her soul.

It is very unfortunate for people who are growing up in Xingruo.

"Xiao Rong is on a photography mission outside. When she comes back, I will introduce it to you."

Xingruo's eyes lit up instantly, "Okay!"

...

Xiao Moqing encountered assassination abroad.

When she heard this news, Song Chujiu was so scared that her heart almost stopped beating.

It was not until she heard that Xiao Moqing was safe and sound that she felt relieved.

Xiao Moqing was safe and sound, but Nanxi was seriously injured, but this was not the most important thing.

The most important thing is that Nanxi's right hand was abandoned.

After checking Nanxi for a while, Jing Huan said: "The bullet injured Miss Nanxi's right hand tendons. With current medical technology, it can be connected or used with the right hand, but you can no longer hold heavy objects, let alone use a gun or a knife. Even... you can't hold a paintbrush."

Nanxi has loved painting since he was a child. Even if he is busy, he will take time to draw, just to fulfill his dream when he was a child.

Nowadays, she can't even hold the brush, which is not much different from being useless.

The business trip that was originally scheduled to come back in two or three days was delayed for half a month.

Half a month later, Xiao Moqing returned to Country Z.

After Xiao Moqing came back, he was busier than before.

A large part of the affairs that Nanxi managed before fell on him, and he also had to spend energy to inquire about Nanxi's injuries, almost all day long.

Every time Song Chujiu saw him, he could see the fatigue that appeared in his eyebrows.

Song Chujiu understands him very well.

Xiao Moqing is now staying in Country Z, intending to take over the business field of Country Z.

He is usually very busy, and something happened to his most important assistant. All the burdens fell on him. Not only was Xiao Moqing even busier, but his plan to return to Country L would be delayed for a long time.

That day, Xiao Moqing rarely came back early and did not go to work in the study.

As soon as he was about to lie down and rest, the phone placed at the head of the bed rang.

After seeing him answering the phone, Song Chujiu looked slightly deeper. After a while, he said something simple.

"I'll go there right away."

After hanging up the phone, Song Chujiu asked, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
Chapter completed!