An oil painter who was famous for his talent when he was a student, but after completing his graduation project, he could no longer create. After sinking in frustration for a year, he decided to put down his painting brush temporarily.
Rest Rest is still the all-powerful Wood God. Well, actually, in order to avoid the persecution of the family business, I entered a large company through the back door and decided to live the life of a nine-to-five office worker for a few days.
As a result, he was squeezed out by another person who used the back door? As a result, our great painter completely turned into a useless little merchandiser. He was scolded by his boss all day long and tortured by strange foreign trade terminology.
Fortunately, the senior at the table seemed very friendly.
Senior, how do you do this? Senior, what is that ghost painting talisman? Senior, your little arms are not good, your waist is like a thin willow branch, you need to exercise more, I should do this heavy work. Senior, senior, senior... Well, senior actually finds me annoying? I am the cold and gloomy Wood God according to rumors. Besides, that chirping woman next to my senior is annoying to death.
Senior actually let me go for that woman?
Okay, let's see if I don't push down your thin willow branch, ah, it was pushed down by...