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An Qi looked up at the TV. She didn't expect Xia Fuhua to let everyone say that. For the first time, she heard Xia Fuhua say that with her own mouth.

In the past, I always heard those who complimented me say that no matter how her books are written in the future, she doesn't have to worry about it, because there is the existence of Seven Pages Publishing House, the publishing house that exists because of her.

At that time, she always looked at them, smiled lightly, and didn't say a word. In fact, what she thought at that time was, how could the Seven Pages Publishing House exist because of her? If it was a long time ago There was still that possibility, but at that time, there was already a gap in her relationship with Xia Fanhua, and it was impossible for Xia Fanhua to set up Qiye Publishing House just for her.

But today she heard Xia Fanhua say that Seven Pages Publishing House exists just for her, no matter whether that sentence is true or not, she is very happy, really happy.

An Qi sniffed, raised her head, afraid that her tears would fall down, she was destined to disappoint some people, she couldn't go back, really couldn't go back.

The only thing she has to do now is to attend class every day, study hard, and then go back quickly to take over the company's affairs and take care of the company.

It was the hard work of my father all his life, and it was the only thing they left behind. She will help them guard it well.

As for the matter of writing a book, An Qi forced a smile on her face. It's not that she never gave up, but now she just gave up again. Soon, she will be able to let go. It's okay, everything will pass.

An Qi picked up the remote control beside her and turned off the TV, then put on her shoes, went back to the room, quickly got under the quilt, and buried herself deeply in the quilt.

This time, she didn't cry so weakly. She just buried herself in the quilt. She didn't feel sleepy at all, but An Qi lay on the bed and fell asleep unknowingly.

That night, she had a dream again. She dreamed that she was still painting and what she would look like when she grew up, but she was in a studio, sitting in front of an easel, holding a brush in her hand, and was painting a portrait.

I still remember that she studied Chinese painting, and all of her paintings were antique paintings. The only portrait she ever painted was Xia Fanhua secretly painted.

It was really done secretly, because no one except herself knew that she had painted that picture, and she didn't show it to anyone, only she knew it.

That was her own little secret. When anyone else asked her to paint a portrait, she refused on the grounds that she couldn't do it, so she never painted for anyone else, only Xia Fanhua.

It's just that she didn't know that the reason why Xia Fanhua stayed in the library for so long that day, ignoring the interruptions of one female classmate after another, sat there abruptly for an hour, was because he noticed that An Qi was talking to him. draw.

Later, Xia Fanhua also asked An Qi insinuatingly where the painting was, but he didn't know if An Qi was pretending to be stupid on purpose, or because she really didn't understand and simply ignored his existence.

Later, Xia Fuhua tried twice, but An Qi still ignored Xia Fuhua, so he gave up. At that time, he also thought that if he was really affectionate, An Qi had never painted himself.