Wild History of Roses

After being broken up on the day of the annual meeting, Ji Jia wore a small dress and burst into tears in the smoking area of ​​the company. In the middle of crying, I happened to choke on the smoke next to me and got a snot bubble in my nose. She turned her head and saw a handsome, miserable face. It was a cold winter, so the handsome guy was wearing a pair of black trousers and a thin white shirt. There were red wine marks on the shirt. A bunch of large-scale painting inspirations flashed through my mind instantly. Ji Jia asked: "Are you the cosplayer invited to perform? Or are you a waiter?" The other party was silent for two seconds: "I am an ordinary cosplayer, and I work as a waiter to make a living. My family is poor, I am heavily in debt, and I have nothing but good looks. What can I do for you?" "Oh. That's right." Ji Jia immediately wiped away his tears and said, "I am an ordinary painter. I think you are very handsome. I would like to ask you if you would like to be my model? Two hundred an hour is definitely faster than making money serving you drinks." "..." . Two months later, Ji Jia, a well-known painter with millions of fans on Weibo, was invited to join the art department of the top game studio of Shenghe Group. The main beauty brother took her to meet the producer, and warned her: "Our producer has a bad temper, and he hates it when others covet his beauty. You must be careful later." Ji Jia nodded seriously and opened the office door: "Hello, boss, I am..." Behind the large desk, the man rolled up his sleeves and smiled half-heartedly: "Long time no see, you ordinary painter." "... Long time no see, just an ordinary cosplayer." Intention: Don't be afraid of starting over in life