Deliberate favoritism, the cold-faced president surrenders obediently

Later in the kiss, the man became almost crazy, and he kissed Lin Qian eagerly and hard.

Lin Qian seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with him. How could Lin Qian, who had never truly experienced love, withstand such a kiss?

Lin Qian felt as if all her oxygen was being taken away, and she sobbed loudly.

She felt like she was about to suffocate.

Push him hard.

Lin Qian's beautiful eyes met Li Yanxiu's bloodshot eyes with pleading eyes.

Only then did he let her go.

Li Yanxiu lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and said coldly, "Ms. Lin, I'm sorry, I lost my composure just now."

Lin Qian's hands, which were tidying up her clothes, froze for a moment.

Her eyes were moist and a feeling of grievance surged into her heart like a tide.

My originally happy home has been turned into this, and I am still being treated rudely.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she was suppressing her emotions.

She didn't want to cry in front of others, but the tears just fell.

Li Yanxiu apologized again.

The main reason is that the dress Lin Qian wore today really looks somewhat similar to someone.

So he acted impulsively.

Originally he just felt that she was somewhat similar to someone, and her figure made him a little impulsive, but he found that after getting in touch with her, some things were out of his control.

He threw away the cigarette with some annoyance, stepped on it hard, and took out a check from the lining of his suit with his slender fingers.

After writing it, he handed it to Lin Qian and said to her, "I know you are short of money now. This should be enough. Or you can just name an amount."

Lin Qian knew that he was afraid that she would become dependent on him, so he wanted to use money to get rid of her.

Lin Qian doesn't want to be humiliated by rich people all the time.

So she rejected Li Yanxiu's check and chuckled, "Boss Li's kissing skills are not that good, so I don't want the compensation."

Lin Qian knew that Li Yanxiu took out the check just to get rid of her.

She is not the type to pester others.

Lin Qian calmed down and left.

Li Yanxiu felt a little uneasy, so he lit another cigarette.

The next day, she came to the studio to work. This painting school is one of the top high-end painting training centers in the capital, which not only sells valuable paintings but also cultivates students' painting skills.

Lin Qian took a few days off after something happened at home and came to work today.

When something like this happens at home, it's inevitable that people will point fingers at you behind your back.

But she really needed this job, so she just ignored it.

Her only wish now was to meet a big client and sell a valuable painting.

This way my mother’s medical expenses will be covered.

Lin Qian stayed here all day today. All the clients she received either said they would take a closer look or just left.

All her colleagues signed contracts, but she was the only one who didn't issue an invoice.

As the lunch break was approaching, she became a little anxious.

I saw fewer and fewer people looking at paintings in the store.

At this time, an old man came to the door. He was wearing ordinary clothes and without any expensive accessories.

He now stood in front of a painting for a long time, but no one took the initiative to greet him.

Normally, Qu Meng should be the one to receive them, but she felt that the old man looked poor and probably didn't have enough money to buy this pastoral painting.

At this time, Lin Qian had just come out of the bathroom and she didn't want to receive this customer.

Qu Meng's eyes turned and the corners of his lips curled up, "Lin Qian, please take care of this client."

Although Lin Qian was disgusted by Qu Meng's tone, she was willing to do it if it would allow her to meet one more client.

At this time, another colleague pulled Lin Qian aside and whispered, "Do you really think she is kind? You can tell at a glance that she can't afford these expensive paintings. It would be a waste of your time if you go there.

Lin Qian smiled faintly, "It's okay, I'm idle anyway."

Qu Meng crossed his arms across his chest, looking like he was watching a show.

Lin Qian smiled politely and said to the old man, "Hello sir, what style of paintings would you like to see? I'll introduce them to you."

"I like this painting. What do you think of it?"

Although the old man was dressed very ordinary, his eyes were firm and sharp, and his tone of voice was solemn.

They all exude an awe-inspiring majesty.

"This painting is from a modern painter I like very much. His ideas and composition are very unique, and there is a natural beauty that speaks for itself."

"They all think that an old man like me might not be able to afford this painting. Aren't you afraid that I'm wasting your time?"

Lin Qian was sincere and handed the old man a glass of water. "Paintings are meant to be appreciated. It is a very happy thing for two people who like paintings to appreciate it together. How can it be a waste of time? Besides, nothing is certain. Maybe one day you will have the opportunity to take it home."

The old man's eyes lit up. Hearing her words, he admired Lin Qian a little more. "The little girl is really good at coaxing people."

Lin Qian denied it and smiled gently, "I won't tell lies. Paintings like these will only become alive and valuable when they meet people who like them. No matter how old or what their status is, even if they don't buy them, they have the right to like and appreciate them."

After the old gentleman listened to her, he turned around and watched for a few minutes.

The old man glanced at the badge on her chest and said, "Lin Qian."

"Your name is Lin Qian?"

The old man nodded with satisfaction, "Lin Qian, right? It's a nice name."

Lin Qian was slightly stunned, and then she felt a little sad when she remembered that a man had said the same thing.

"Advisor Lin?"

Lin Qian's thoughts were pulled back and she smiled apologetically.

"Yes, I'm Lin Qian."

"Then Consultant Lin, I want this painting. Let's make an order."

Lin Qian was a little shocked. "Old sir, I may not have told you the price of this painting yet. This painting is 20. Would you like to reconsider it?"

"No, I just want this painting."

Lin Qian was slightly stunned, somewhat unable to believe it.

The old man smiled and said, "Little girl, are you afraid that I will cheat you? Take me to sign the contract?"

When Lin Qian was about to take the old man to the cashier to pay the deposit, Qu Meng hurried over and blocked their way.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm your sales consultant. I just went to the bathroom, so I asked my colleague to show you around."

The old man did not give Qu Meng a good look, "But it was Consultant Lin who received me just now."

The implication of this statement is obvious.

Qu Meng was a little embarrassed and took a step back awkwardly.

Qu Meng was furious. She originally just wanted to make Lin Qian suffer, but unexpectedly, she ended up helping her to get the order by mistake.

Just as the two were about to leave, Qu Meng secretly tripped Lin Qian.

Lin Qian couldn't stand still and subconsciously pounced towards the painting on the wall.

The pen in her hand fell down with her body, and she panicked. If the painting was ruined, not only would she lose the business, but she might even lose her job.

She immediately raised her arms, but she lost balance and fell to the ground.

She covered her arm in pain.

Qu Meng pretended to care about Lin Qian and helped her up, shouting to attract the attention of others, "Why are you so careless? Come on, someone send Lin Qian to the infirmary for bandaging."

Lin Qian looked at Qu Meng angrily, but the place where she fell was a blind spot for the surveillance camera, and there was no proof that it was Qu Meng who tripped her.

Qu Meng thought that Lin Qian was in big trouble this time and should just wait to be fired.

She gave Lin Qian a smug and contemptuous look.