The roommates and the three of them were in a hurry until after 11 o'clock in the evening, the door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open, and Zhimian stood at the door, covered in wetness.

The three of them were frightened and hurriedly pulled her in and wrapped her in a bath towel.

Everyone asked her what was going on, but she didn't say anything, but her eyes were very red.

Because of the rain, the girl caught a severe cold without surprise. She took medicine and lay in the dormitory for two days after taking leave.

Zhimian's heart seemed to have become seriously ill. As the cold gradually recovered, her mental state gradually recovered.

In the evening, after class, Tong Ran packed the meal for Zhimian and returned to the dormitory. When he opened the door, he saw Zhimian sitting at the table and drawing.

The girl held a paintbrush in her hand, and the warm light at the desk hit her clean white porcelain face, quiet and gentle. There were no more tears on her face, and she looked much better afterwards.

Tong Ran felt relieved only then.

"I'm back."

She walked in and placed the lunch box on Zhimian's desk, "Hey, your favorite boiled meat slices!"

Zhimian lifted the corner of his lips and said, "Thank you, I'll transfer your money later."

"Well, you can have a meal, don't draw it first."

Zhimian put down his brush and put away the hand-painted board. Tong Ran pulled a chair and sat next to her, asking with concern: "Are you in a much better mood today?"

"It's much better," Zhimian glanced at her, thinking something was wrong, "What's wrong?"

Tong Ran shook her head and sighed: "At the beginning of Saturday night, we didn't know if you couldn't get in touch, or if the counselor called us, your ex-boyfriend could dial the phone to the counselor, and it seemed like she was very anxious."

Zhimian opened the lunch box and didn't say anything. Tong Ran asked carefully: "Xiaojiu, what happened to you that night? Did you quarrel with him?"

She pursed her lips and did not hide it. "It's considered that she had officially mentioned breaking up."

"ah……"

Tong Ran was afraid that Zhimian would think of the sad past again, so she didn't ask any more questions and just comforted her: "It's okay, the past is over. In life, you will always meet all kinds of people, so let the story be turned over."

Zhimian smiled faintly, "Okay, I'm really fine."

In fact, after she talked with Duan Zhuo, she was released after being suppressed in her heart, which was considered a relief.

After several days of careful consideration and the cold was completely cured, Zhimian went to Huochuang Baiwei Company.

"Terror?!"

Zhimian found Lin Ling, and Lin Ling was stunned when he heard Zhimian's words.

Zhimian also put the invitation letter from the comic summit on Lin Ling's table, "Sorry, Editor Lin."

Lin Ling was particularly shocked: "Why are you going to terminate the contract?! Is something wrong? Are you dissatisfied with the treatment of our company, or are you going to me..."

"No, it has nothing to do with the company and you. It's my own personal reason, and it's not convenient for me to say."

Zhimian didn't plan to say too much about this, and she didn't know whether Lin Ling was entrusted to her, but if so, she was unwilling to expose it.

"Zhimian, I think you should think about it carefully. The process of termination of the contract is very cumbersome, and Huchuang Baiwei is really a platform suitable for your development."

"I know...but I've already thought about it." In fact, Zhimian is also reluctant to let go. She also likes to create Baiwei very much.

Lin Ling tried to keep her, but Zhimian had decided to leave, so the other party had to respect her ideas and enter the termination process.

Zhimian was originally thinking about how to develop next, but the next day he received a call from Lin Ling, who asked her to come to the company.

Zhimian thought it was to complete the contract termination process, but after he arrived at the company, Lin Ling said to her: "Mr. Zong from our company is looking for you."

"He's looking for me?"

Lin Ling seemed to have known something and patted her on the shoulder: "I don't know who was from the Human Resources Department who passed on your termination of the contract. After Mr. Zong knew about it, he said he would talk to you in person."

Finally, Zhimian was taken to the president's office and met Zong Zhengheng.

"Hello, Mr. Zong."

The man took off his glasses and looked at her: "You are Xiaozhi, right?"

"Um."

"Come on, sit down."

She sat down at the desk, looking at the man with slightly white temples in front of her, and was surprised in her heart how the little thing about her termination of the contract was caused by the president, thinking that Duan Zhuo was doing it behind her again, "Mr. Zong, are you looking for me for my termination of the contract?"

"right."

She hesitated for a moment and plucked up the courage to ask, "Are you... entrusted by someone to come to me?"

Zong Zhengheng raised his lips and asked her: "Who do you think I am under?"

She didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Xiao Duan called me some time ago and I realized that you were the little girl from his family. Yesterday I happened to hear about your resignation. After getting to know you, I wanted to come to talk to you. Don't worry, I am not entrusted by anyone. Do you think you can join our company because of Xiao Duan?"

Zhimian admitted: "Mr. Zong, I like to create a living Baiwei very much. I have always hoped to be here, but Duan Zhuo and I are not boyfriend and girlfriend now, so I have no reason to stay here with his relationship."

She admitted that she had strong self-esteem and did not want others to look at her with a special perspective, and commented that she was a person with a backstage.

After hearing this, Zong Zhengheng smiled for a while: "No wonder Xiaoduan cares so much about you. You are indeed a girl with personality."

Zhimian was a little confused by this inexplicable sentence.

"In today's society, many people can't get shortcuts by relying on relationships or gaining some benefits for themselves." Zong Zhengheng has been sophisticated and has seen too many people pursuing fame and fortune, and are all kinds of people who are competing with the dragon and the phoenix.

Zong Zhengheng said: "I respect you for your thoughts, but there are some misunderstandings in the middle. I think I need to clarify."

"……Misunderstand?"

"I asked the Human Resources Department this morning and Xiao Duan called me to talk about you. On the day you received the invitation to sign a contract, you actually passed the interview and became the signing painter, and you had nothing to do with him on the phone."

Zhimian was stunned.

"I did want to explain to Lin Ling, but I was on a business trip in Beijing a few days ago. Before I could say anything, there might have been some rumors outside. I asked Lin Ling. She just likes your talent in comics and accepts you as her painter. She hasn't even heard of this."

This explanation is completely beyond Zhimian's expectations.

So the treatment she receives now has nothing to do with Duan Zhuo?

"I just don't ask about your affairs with Xiao Duan. I've said so much to make you not doubt your abilities."

Zong Zhengheng pointed out her idea, "If you like to create a living Baiwei, you can stay boldly. There is no point in escaping. You should use your strength to prove that you are worthy of all this. Take a step back, even if you have a small amount of help, if you are not strong, you will not go long."

Indeed, staying is the best way to prove herself. She should follow what she wants in her heart and strive for it regardless of everything.

Zhimian was awakened by Zong Zhengheng's words, "Thank you, Mr. Zong."

Zong Zhengheng smiled and said, "No need to thank you. I just don't want to miss any talent in our company. Come on, this company will help you achieve what you want."

...

After coming out of the president's office, Zhimian thought it through, went downstairs to explain it clearly to Lin Ling, and apologized to her guiltily because she had misunderstood her before.

Lin Ling was not angry at all about this, "Just think it through, I almost took the blame, then I won't terminate the contract this time, right?"

"Um."

She gave the invitation letter to Zhimian again and smiled: "Come on, this time I really don't let my expectations of you."

Zhimian raised his lips and smiled finally came from the heart.

"It must not."-

That night, after leaving Jiangbin, Duan Zhuo returned to his villa in Xingjiaozhou and did not come out for several days.

The man did not come to the club to train, answered no one's calls, and replied to anyone's messages. Everyone knew from Cheng Li that night, after Duan Zhuo found Zhimian, it became like this. As for what he talked about, no one could know.

There are many different opinions and speculations.

Zhuge Yu and Sima Cheng roughly knew what was going on, so they called Zhuang Jiarong, who had been concerned about this matter. The other end learned that such a thing had happened, suspended the business matters and came back to Lincheng.

After leaving the airport, he went straight to Xingjiaozhou.

His fingerprint was entered at the villa gate. When he opened the door and entered, he felt that the whole house was cold and as if no one had lived in it. It was indeed the opposite of when Zhimian was there.

There was no one on the first floor. He walked to the second floor and opened the door of the master bedroom. A strong smell of tobacco and alcohol came to his face in an instant, almost fainting from the air.

The curtains in the room were closed and dark, and they could only see the light shining in through the door. They saw Duan Zhuo crouching on the sofa, his head tilted, and drinking wine, as if locked in a cage, like a silent trapped beast.

Zhuang Jiarong walked in, smeared the smell of his nose with a briefcase, walked to the bedside, and opened the curtains and windows.

The sun finally shone in the room, a little brighter.

He turned around and saw many crooked empty wine bottles on the coffee table in front of Duan Zhuo, and the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, as if he hadn't been sleeping for several days and had just smoked and drank.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly to adapt to the light in front of him, but he still drooped his eyelids when Zhuang Jiarong did not exist.

His eyes were blue, his chin was green, his black eyes were deep but he could not feel any warmth.

Zhuang Jiarong watched Duan Zhuo grow so big.

This is the first time I have seen him so decadent.

It's no different from the Walking Dead.

Zhuang Jiarong asked him about him and Zhimian, but no matter how he asked, the man always looked like he was resistant to communication and was not willing to say anything.

Just like he is in a bad mood every time he never wants others to know.
To be continued...