When Zuo Qingxuan heard it, the air in her heart could hardly be restrained.
She clenched her fists and said, "We were not miserable enough by this woman at the fashion glamour party?"
Her eyes were flushed, "She humiliated me in front of so many people, and slandered you and Anjia. You swallowed it? Now even grandpa's study can come and go freely. What does she take Anjia for? You indulge her arrogance. What do you think of me and grandpa?"
Her voice is gentle and gentle, now mixed with disappointment and grievance, there is a kind of soft beauty.
People can't help but feel guilty, and immediately apologize and admit their mistakes.
An Jinze softened his heart and comforted her, "I'm sorry Qingxuan."
He hugged her and said softly: "It's all my fault. If I didn't ask you for help, you wouldn't be misunderstood or insulted by others. It's all my fault."
Hearing what he said, Zuo Qingxuan felt uncomfortable and sour.
She was happy that he would feel guilty, would apologize, and understand what she had suffered.
But what she wants is his love.
When going out, everyone said they were happy and happy and that she was married to love.
Even the friends who grew up together have never doubted their marriage.
Even most of the time, she thought he loved him.
But he always woke her up with a basin of cold water when she was immersed in happiness.
Like falling ice cellar, the whole body is cold.
Zuo Qingxuan sniffed, even so, she didn't lose hope for him.
Because he is the person she has liked since childhood.
She shook her head, discarded the negative information in her mind, and said, "I am willing to help you. I just hope you can recognize the facts. Because Mo Luan, Anjia Huaye has been hit hard, and you can no longer indulge. she was."
An Jinze said: "You misunderstood me. I didn't indulge her. She was investigating the secret of Grandpa's obsession with her. I also want to know this secret. We have a common purpose. Do you understand?"
Zuo Qingxuan bit her lower lip for a while, and asked: "Do you really have no feelings for her?"
An Jinze was shocked, as if she was surprised that she would ask such a question.
A little funny, said: "If I have feelings for her, I won't try to get rid of her."
He patted Zuo Qingxuan on the shoulder, "Don't think about it. We misunderstood her first, so she counterattacked. Since it has passed, don't mention it again."
Every word of him was heard in Zuo Qingxuan's ears, like a sharp thorn, which hurt her heart.
She thinks of him everywhere, but he defends the woman everywhere.
Misunderstood her first?
So, did he let that woman humiliate her in public?
All the personal settings she worked so hard on were destroyed by her.
Why didn't he think about her from her perspective?
Zuo Qingxuan felt bored and uncomfortable, because of that incident, a cooperation that had been discussed before was also lost.
Even the teacher of the art museum called and asked her to pay attention to her personal reputation and image.
She lost all her face.
Is she not uncomfortable? Does she have no self-esteem?
Who would she tell these grievances?
Zuo Qingxuan took a deep breath and changed the subject, she whispered: "The day after tomorrow I'm going to Beijing Suicheng, Song Lao is back."
When An Jinze heard this, he quickly said: "Too great, the time for Song Lao to come back is very good, Qing Xuan, you must seize this opportunity."
"Ok."
Zuo Qingxuan nodded and said nothing more.
According to the teacher of the art museum, the art museum has a promotion assessment.
If you pass it, you are eligible to run for a member of the World Art Association.