I'm being targeted by the villains

Wen Qing was angry in her heart, so when she got off the cruise ship and came home, she was not in a good mood. The high heels were thumping on the extremely expensive floor, while Father Wen was sitting leisurely on the sofa drinking tea non-stop teasing the parrot next to him.

When he saw Wen Qing coming over, he had a smile on his face: "My dear daughter, did you play on the cruise ship today? Did you have a good time?"

Wen Qing glanced at the old father and felt agitated. When she didn't want to speak, she thought that in the original owner's setting, this old father was working hard for her precious daughter, and suddenly felt a little emotion in her heart.

She slowly sat on the sofa and shook her head to clear everything up: "Dad, I had a great time. Why do you have time to sit and drink tea at home today?"

If she remembers correctly, old man Wen is a complete workaholic.

Father Wen held his daughter in his arms, with a kind smile on his kind face: "It will be my fiftieth birthday in two months. So I want to prepare in advance."

As he spoke, he handed the invitation letter in his hand to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing put the invitation on the table, a little puzzled: "Your birthday party will be two months later, what are you planning to do so early in advance?"

"You don't know something." Father Wen said, crossing his legs, with an old man's leisurely look. "My dear daughter, now that you have changed your mind and stopped pouring out your heart and soul for that bad boy Yuan Ye, then I am going to hand over the company to you in full, and I am going to announce this news on my fiftieth birthday .”

"Really?" Wen Qing was a little excited and a little nervous for a moment. She was already living a life of luxury and money. If she handed over the company to herself, wouldn't she be able to fight that scumbag better? Woolen cloth?

Hahaha, here I come to a good life.

"So in the past two months, I hired a painter to record every bit of my daily life. Let me be an old father who is fashionable for a while."

Wen Qing was very happy with such a thought, but when she saw the painter coming, the teacup in her hand almost broke on the ground: "Why... why is it you?"

"It's just...it's me, Wen Qing, are you unhappy in your heart?"

Standing in front of her was a woman, wearing a white dress dotted with blue roses, when she was blowing in the wind, she had a quiet look, and Xu Zihui lowered her head and bit her lips, obviously saying nothing But it seems to have been wronged by the sky.

It's really a coincidence that a book can't be written. Could it be that Xu Zihui is the painter that Old Man Wen is looking for?

Father Wen obviously didn't see his daughter's complex expression, he just stood up and made an extremely polite gesture to Xu Zihui: "My dear daughter, let's get to know everyone, he is my next painter, and he will be here in two months Every bit of me is recorded by my side.”

In Wen Qing's heart, she just felt that God was really good at playing tricks on people. She wanted to swear, but she could only smile when facing her old father: "Dad, do you know who this woman is from?"

"What's the origin?" Father Wen was playing with a string of rosary beads in his hand, watching his daughter open her eyes like an old urchin.

Wen Qing opened her mouth, and when she was about to say something, Xu Zihui took the first step: "I used to work as an original artist in a game consulting company. If Ms. Wen Qing cares about my previous job, I can leave at any time."

She didn't want to leave the excellent job she finally got.

　What a evasive answer, my father only knew about Yuan Ye, and probably didn't even know there was such a person behind Yuan Ye.

Wen Qing looked at Father Wen's expectant face, and couldn't bear to disturb the old father's thoughts, so she could only shake her head: "It's nothing, I don't mind. Since Miss Xu is a painter in our house, she must Record my father's appearance most accurately, after all, the fiftieth birthday is not a joke."

"Don't worry, I will." Xu Zihui nodded, Wei Shidai's face was soft and weak, no wonder Yuan Ye was fascinated by such a woman.

Old man Wen walked up the stairs slowly with his Buddhist beads: "My dear daughter, you two should talk first. I'm sleepy with my old bones, so I'll go upstairs to sleep first."

When there were only two people left in the living room, Xu Zihui was still as usual, just when Wen Qing picked up a piece of fruit and was about to put it in her mouth, Xu Zihui suddenly started crying: "Wen Qing, I I know about you and Brother Ye, but I managed to win this job. If you have any grievances, you can vent it on me, and don't vent it on Brother Ye, okay?"

The apple in Wen Qing's hand almost fell to the ground, she looked at Xu Zihui as if she was looking at a fool: "You... what did you just say?"

"I..." Xu Zihui glanced at her and bit her lip, but still repeated these words. "I said that this idea is all my idea. If you have any complaints, you must..."

"Then I'll tell you now." Wen Qing grinningly chewed the apple into pieces in her mouth, and the apple juice gushed out in her mouth. Well, it is indeed a rich fruit, and it is really delicious.

"Since you can say that I have my father's painter to record every detail of his life, it shows that you still have a little ability. I have said many times about you and Yuan Ye, and I have no interest."

"As long as you don't make trouble, I won't do anything to you."

As Wen Qing said, she still didn't forget to put the fruit plate in her hand, these are cherries imported from Chile and apples imported from Mexico, such expensive things are worthless.

Wen Qing's heart ached, but Xu Zihui looked at her back, her fingers almost turned up.

She was unwilling in her heart. Originally, she and Yuan Ye were living a good life. Although they were not well-fed, they still lived a prosperous life. But she didn't expect that this big change in Wen Qing's temperament would destroy the good life of the two of them. It was taken away, but now Wen Qing is still the little princess who calls the wind and rain, and she can only be reduced to be his father's painter.

The huge contrast made her feel a little unwilling, and what was even more taboo was that she didn't know why Yuan Ye married a rich girl.

Thinking of this, she felt unwilling to take out her mobile phone and dial the reason's number slowly: "Brother Ye, are you there? I have something to say to you."

"Zi Hui, I said that now is an extraordinary period. I don't know why she became suspicious of me after I took Bai Xue to the company last time. If you have nothing to do, don't call me. "Yuan Ye is really a ruthless person, he wanted to hang up the phone at this point.

Xu Zihui was extremely anxious, and when he couldn't choose what to say, he said, "I'm at Wen Qing's house now, Wen Qing...today she..."

"What happened today? What did Wen Qing, a bitch, do to you?" Yuan Ye also shouted over there.

Xu Zihui's voice had already been transmitted over the phone: "Anyway, Wen Qing said some bad things to me, maybe because I'm too sensitive, but I'm very sad now."

Wen Qing saw all this scene, she put the fruit plate on the handrail of the stairs with one hand, and slowly put the cherries into her mouth as if she was watching a play.

"I originally thought about crossing the bridge and returning home, but if you are like this, don't blame me for being rude."