Love-brained rebirth breaks off the engagement, and Master Shen who ignored her goes crazy

She has ended up like this.

It’s all thanks to Song Qingyu.

She bit her lower lip tightly, and Song Qingyu's face was all in her mind.

until.

That weird feeling came over me.

She suddenly raised her head and looked towards the door, and saw the cold face behind the iron gate.

The muscles on Li Yuehuan's cheeks twitched slightly. She couldn't believe her eyes. She pinched herself hard until she felt the pain. Then she got up and walked to the door with unsteady steps.

"You came."

There was no expression on her face.

Only her trembling tone revealed her excitement at the moment.

"This is a great place for you."

Shen Shian's dark eyes were devoid of any warmth, as if he was looking at a lifeless corpse.

"hehe."

Suitable for her?

She wasn't crazy.

Coming to this place, you will go crazy.

She held onto the railing tightly, her eyes bloodshot: "Are you really going to do this for Song Qingyu? I'm Ning Yueqi's biological sister!"

She doesn't believe it.

Shen Shian would be so inconsiderate of our old friendship.

There was mockery in Shen Shian's eyes, and he didn't know whether he was mocking himself or Li Yuehuan.

Li Yuehuan was even more devastated.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "Have you liked Song Qingyu for a long time? Is that right?"

She doesn't believe it.

Shen Shian would be so ruthless to a woman he had no feelings for.

"Yes."

Song Qingyu opened her thin lips and replied.

"I had already fallen in love with Song Qingyu even though I didn't want to admit it."

He has always refused to admit it.

Refusing to look directly into one's own heart.

He didn't like the "marriage" forced on him by his parents, and he didn't like Song Qingyu always sticking to him so actively.

But until now.

He finally realized that it was he who had developed "immoral" feelings towards Song Qingyu.

If it wasn't for Song Qingyu's active distance, it wouldn't have been her leaving.

Maybe he will never discover his own feelings.

"So, all of your kindness to me before, including your engagement to me, was fake...haha, it was all fake..."

Li Yuehuan was crying and suddenly burst into laughter.

No one even noticed when Shen Shian left.

If it wasn’t Song Qingyu.

Maybe she could deceive herself all her life, but now, she has become a joke.

Maybe at this time.

Song Qingyu was still somewhere, laughing at her for overestimating her own abilities.

But did she really have to watch Song Qingyu being so proud... She couldn't do it.

The taste of blood in my mouth.

Li Yuehuan didn't feel any pain, but instead laughed out loud.

Even if she was going to hell.

We must also drag Song Qingyu along!

at this time.

Country M.

The art competition has officially begun.

Each of the fifteen contestants has an independent studio.

According to the draw ranking, Song Qingyu was fifth. She sat by herself in the not-so-small studio, looking at the topic prompted on the screen.

on the screen.

The word "romantic" appears.

When the contestants saw the theme, they started creating.

Song Qingyu is no exception.

Those who were watching the game all sat in the audience.

Chi Moyan and Yang Youyou sat together. She glanced to the right with a somewhat unpleasant expression. On the far right, Lawrence was also there.

Apart from that.

There was also a man wearing a silver mask beside him.

"Brother Mo Yan, look at the man next to my brother, why have I never seen him before?"

Yang Youyou said in a low voice.

She and Lawrence are half-siblings.

foreign.

She still cared about her family's reputation and called Lawrence brother.

Chi Moyan looked in the direction Yang Youyou mentioned.

Seeing the man she was talking about, he had indeed never seen this man around Lawrence.

the most important is.

It seems vaguely familiar.

"Old Zhou."

Chi Moyan waved his finger.

A man walked out from the darkness. He was slightly fat and wore a black suit. He placed his hands respectfully in front of him. If you looked closely, you could see the rough calluses on his knuckles.

"Mr. Chi."

"Investigate the man next to Lawrence."

He whispered.

"Yes."

Lao Zhou agreed and soon disappeared into the darkness.

Gan Leng, who was not far away, saw the undercurrents between Chi Moyan and Lawrence.

As the main creator of this exhibition, he was not arranged to sit in the first seat, but in the most remote place.

The good seats were all occupied by people from some famous local families in Country M.

He couldn't even get angry.

"Player No. 5 is really good."

"Your drawing skills are pretty good, but No. 8 is also very good..."

"Of course, Bai Wei is very famous in our local area."

A few white people laughed.

Gan Leng looked at No. 5, who was Song Qingyu. She was painting Western oil paintings, and her use of colors and rendering were very delicate.

As for number 8.

This is the Bai Wei they are talking about.

In terms of painting skills, the two are equally matched.

"What is the origin of this Bai Wei?"

Gan Leng became interested and asked his assistant.

The assistant flipped through Bai Wei's resume and immediately told Gan Leng her information.

After hearing that she was a top student at the Academy of Fine Arts, Gan Leng sighed: "What a pity..."

The assistant understood what he meant.

She immediately smiled flatteringly and comforted him: "If Bai Wei isn't there, there are others. I think Song Qingyu admires the teacher very much now. As long as the teacher tells her, she won't refuse."

Gan sneered.

"As for the apprentices under your name, take a look at their qualifications. When the teacher needs to use them, just ask at any time. If there is no teacher, can they come to such an occasion?"

The assistant followed Gan Leng for a long time.

I had already figured out his current state of mind.

the words said.

Gan Leng felt very comfortable after hearing this.

"It's a pity for Lin Yixuan and Bai Wei."

Thinking of these two people, Gan Leng felt a little regretful. Such good seedlings, especially Lin Yixuan, could have been put to good use if he had not been born in the Lin family.

No one heard the conversation.

Song Qingyu was immersed in his own creative world.

not far away.

Lin Xiao was holding his mobile phone, zooming in and out again.

"Boss Shen, can you see clearly..."

Lin Xiao touched his Bluetooth headset and asked in a low voice.

"Quiet."

After Shen Shian came back from the sanatorium, he sat alone in the office.

One hand supported his forehead, and in front of him was an open laptop.

The game from Country M was being broadcast on the screen.

In the creative room.

Song Qingyu stood in front of the canvas.

She was wearing a long white dress with wide straps, her long hair was like a waterfall, and she was holding a palette in her hand and using the paintbrush to carefully paint on the canvas.

There was paint on the hem of her skirt and on her face.

She didn't wipe it, as if she had forgotten the audience and was completely immersed in her own world.

This kind of Song Qingyu.

Born with light.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have never really understood her.

The last stroke.

Song Qingyu finished the painting in his hand.

She was packing up her tools, and for some unknown reason, she suddenly looked in the direction of Lin Xiao.