Author: Joe Mai MACHINE TRANSLATION
Returning to her home in downtown Korea, the long-distance flight made Yan ru feel physically and mentally exhausted. Fortunately, she had a car along the way to help her take care of the children. Otherwise, she would have been exhausted to death.
This apartment was bought by Che Qixuan five years ago when they were married. At that time, Che Qixuan wanted to buy her a small villa in the suburbs. He said that since she liked to draw, he could set up a studio for her in the villa.
However, Yan ru refused. Ever since she went to California, she suddenly did not like the quiet environment. Because in an overly quiet environment, she could always hear her lonely breathing. This would make her feel lost and even helpless.
Therefore, she liked noisy places. At least, her mind was filled with messy things and she did not have time to think about other things.
After taking a shower at night, Nanke’s long-distance call came again. He confirmed the time and schedule to go to France with her, and he also wanted to help her save a stand in a conspicuous place.
After hanging up the phone with Nanke, she hesitated again. This time, would she really go to France?
In fact, she was very satisfied with her current life. Moreover, her paintings were very popular in South Korea, and they were usually sold in galleries. A painting usually did not take long to sell.
In the past five years, it was not that she had not gone abroad, but she usually went out with Che Qixuan. She had also been to France. That was three years ago, when Che Qixuan took her and Yu Yu to go together.
That time, she met Miss Nanke in an art gallery in France, and she got in touch with Miss Nanke.
When Miss Nanke knew that she was still painting, she tried her best to tell her that if she wanted to be famous, she would have to participate in the French world oil painting exhibition. In this place, more people would know her, and at the same time, it would increase her popularity It would allow her to rise to another level in the art world.
Of course, this was a good thing, especially for someone like her who was only slightly famous in South Korea but was still unknown in the international world. It was a great opportunity to showcase herself.
Should she go Should she go?
In fact, in the past five years, she had been living quite well on the surface. In fact, her life was not as pleasant as it seemed on the surface… …
Every time it was late at night, when the noise outside the window disappeared and nothing could be heard, her brain would inexplicably start to work… …
She would always think a lot. In fact, sometimes she wished that she did not think about anything, but her brain was always out of control… …
She did not know if her current life was a walking corpse. Of course, it did not count in any way. However, she always felt that she was a person who walked on the edge of society.
If it weren’t for Che Qixuan, she wouldn’t have realized it herself. It turned out that in these five years, not only did she make herself a painter, she also made herself an expert at disguising herself.
Five years ago, when she married Che Qixuan, Pu Zhihui almost wanted to kill her. She kept saying that she shouldn’t have brought her back from Binhai to Korea and should have left her at Binhai.
Yan Ru knew that Pu Zhihui brought her back to Korea to marry Pu Yongjun because she wanted to marry Che Qixuan. However, her brother never married, which gave her a huge headache.
But who knew that she didn’t follow Pu Zhihui’s arrangement to get married? Of course, the overbearing Che Qixuan didn’t allow her to marry Pu Yongjun either.
For the past five years, everyone thought that she had achieved peace of mind and forgotten everything. Even Che Qixuan felt that she had been reborn.
In fact, only she knew that she hadn’t been completely reborn. Deep Down, she was still that stupid, stupid Xi Muru.
That was because she would occasionally think of her twin sister, the Xi Muru who used to call her by her name and lived in Binhai one inch mo city.
How was she now?
