When Ximen Longting is not with her, it seems that this little jealousy bucket will completely replace Ximen Longting and drive away all the opposite sex who pay attention to Jing Jiaren.
Of course, Jing Jiaren didn't want to mess around, so she dressed herself up to look ugly.
She just wants to live the most real and ordinary life.
At night, after coaxing her son to sleep, Jing Jiaren still had to report...
Turning on a small light, she thought for a while, found a diary from the drawer, and wrote down her feelings today.
These are some records of her emotions that she only recorded occasionally when she remembered them after leaving Ximen Longting.
I saw the letter on the head:
[The 11th day after leaving you...]
She didn't know how long she and Ximen Longting would be apart, but she firmly believed that they would reconcile again.
And during this blank period, although he had no chance to participate, she would record it bit by bit——
Tell Ximen Longting what she did and what happened today.
Even interesting conversations with my son...
I have to share everything with Ximen Longting.
Because it took too long, she was afraid that she would forget it later and would not be able to tell Ximen Longting.
Late at night, the pen rustled on the paper, and suddenly a warm tear dropped on the paper...
And the sentence that was blurred by tears was astonishingly——
[Ximen Longting, I really miss you...]
Jing Jiaren suddenly pressed her eyebrows and wiped away her tears with a tissue.
She must be strong. She doesn't even dare to think about him openly. She can only hide it deep in her heart. She can only miss him secretly for a while at night.
The days pass by like a white horse.
One month later.
In the dressing room, the huge table is filled with messy design drawings, needlework, various fabrics, international fashion magazines, etc.
Jing Jiaren stood in front of a model with her back turned, holding scissors, just using the cloth to mark the model, and then quickly drew lines on the cloth with pink thread...
In the past, her design drawings were castles in the air.
The style is bold and beautiful, but it lacks life-like proportions and three-dimensionality.
In other words, the upper body effect will not be good after being made into clothes.
And now, she is practicing her basic skills every day...
Sharp scissors cut the beautiful silk cloth, she held a pin in her mouth, and sometimes she pinned one on, and the clothes gradually took shape.
It's not good enough, I always feel like something is missing.
She frowned and worked nonstop all day and night, and her whole brain was feeling a dull pain.
In the past few days, my abdomen has become more and more uncomfortable...
Looking at the time, it was almost time to go to work. She packed her things, quietly walked out of the dressing room, and returned to her office cubicle.
There is a small cubicle and a notebook. In addition to stacks of magazines, design drawings, pens and papers, there is also a pot of cyan cactus.
This was given to her by SUN, saying that potted plants protect against radiation.
A photo frame, but inside is a graffiti painting by SUN——
A little boy with red eyes, golden chestnut hair, and wearing jeans with suspenders.
Because Jing Jiaren said that she could not put his photos outside, and he was afraid that Jing Jiaren would miss her, so he drew a self-portrait as a gift to him.
[The Queen also needs to think about SUN when she goes to work.]
[When you think about SUN, look at SUN’s portrait...]
【The queen has to go home early after get off work, SUN is waiting for you.】
[The Queen cannot always work overtime...]
Thinking of SUN's childish voice, Jing Jiaren picked up the photo frame and kissed it, with a soft and warm expression on her face.