CEO x painter
The CEO took a fancy to the painter at first sight and wanted to support her, but to no avail.
Until the painter repeatedly encountered obstacles in the industry and was stabbed in the back by her good friends, who were jealous of her talent. Even though she had great talent, it was of no use.
Finally, the painter took the initiative to approach the president and agreed.
My little painter can't go far without power or money.
Copywriting:
The mentor once told Mu Wan that she was a rare genius.
But Bishe was signed by her best friend to participate in the competition, and all the fame and fortune she gained from participating in the past competitions were labeled as plagiarism. Her mentor told her, "Talent is not the only thing in the art path, and there are some opportunities that she will never be able to compete for."
Mu Wan became a plagiarist who was despised by everyone.
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There was lightning and thunder, and heavy rain came.
The rain hurts my life.
Mu Wan wiped the water on her face in embarrassment, unable to tell whether it was rain or tears.
She didn't want to cry. But she stood in front of the woman, completely naked, and was scanned by the woman unscrupulously, like a commodity waiting for a price.
She came to ask for it herself.
"Mr. Chu." Mu Wan's voice was extremely hoarse and her throat was dry, "You... Do you still believe what you said three months ago?"
Chu Chaoyun narrowed his eyes and let out a chuckle.
"Come here."
With thick eyelashes trembling wetly, Mu Wan sat on the woman's lap.
One hand stroked her smooth back, touching the butterfly bone bit by bit. She was shaking so hard that she subconsciously wanted to get up but resisted.
Her nails dug deeply into her palms.
"Afraid?" Chu Chaoyun's voice was close to the ear, and his warm breath brushed against Mu Wan's earlobes, "I don't like it. It's disobedient."
"No, I didn't." Mu Wan said.
She leaned forward and hugged Chu Chaoyun's neck, closed her eyes in humiliation, pressed her lips against him, and kissed the woman's red lips.
A tear slipped from the corner of his eye.
Chu Chaoyun didn't say anything, only laughed softly. He held the delicate waist with his hands, and rubbed it gently with thin calluses on his fingertips.
Feel the tremor coming from the palm of your hand.
There is ample time.
"Only a bird with broken wings understands the importance of clinging to a high branch."
Reading instructions:
1. Support literature
2. No Chasing Wife Crematorium
Intention: Make progress every day.
