C13 How Shameless

Bi Chen took out the ball of paper from his pocket and threw it into the trash can.

Therefore, they guessed and guessed that it was nothing more than a pile of scrap paper. Bi Xun looked at the trash can in the corner with a slightly relaxed expression. At all times, he maintained such a perfect smile. Even Bi Chen would feel tired.

He took out his cell phone and reported to his sister.

"From the looks of it, she won't be returning for the time being."

"That's good."

On the other end of the phone, Bella was standing on the balcony. She pushed aside the gray curtains with her delicate hand, and across from the window was the living room of a certain apartment in another apartment.

Upon closer inspection, it was the apartment where Hilde and Joe had once lived.

"I'll tell you what's going on here." She hung up.

The third day after Joe left with the poem.

Sid was on the sofa where she could see him, holding a glass of vodka with ice in his hand.

Even he would not have thought that he would need wine to calm himself down that day. After Joy left, he went to the office, thinking that his work would calm him down, but an inexplicable irritation made him look at everything with scarlet filters, and he was very angry.

The proposal that he had come up with had been torn apart and replaced with a new one.

After all, he had always been a perfectionist, but he felt embarrassed and out of control.

Xi De's hair was loose on his forehead and was somewhat inconvenient to look at. He pulled it back to reveal his shiny forehead and his black pupils, which were misted with alcohol.

The door was knocked at an inopportune moment. Sid frowned, but before he could say no, the person on the door swiped their card and entered the room.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Xi."

"Get out." Sid said angrily.

Bila was surprised that Sid was polite to her, though not very close, and now that Sid had been so unceremoniously expelled, she was momentarily thrown into disarray.

"I thought it was our scheduled treatment." After slightly adjusting her posture, Bi La recovered her graceful and decent smile.

Sid could not say sorry, but his voice was not so cold when he realized he had broken his promise. "Next time."

"Is it about work?"

As a psychiatrist, Beira knew that if she did say the name of Joe's poem, the hint would lead Sid to bring his own answers closer to Joe's, which was not what Beira wanted to see.

Of course, Sid did not want his anxiety to come from a mere Joy. He fooled the question, "More or less."

"Then there's nothing I can do." "But as a psychologist, I can take you to do some soothing breathing exercises. If you prefer a wild way of letting off steam, I can join you as a friend and relax a bit."

She could make intimate coats, she could make wild horses running, and if she hadn't faced Sid, she would have been seduced by her charm.

"No need, please go back." Sid answered stiffly, unmoved.

Sid had been in the mall for many years, and besides the diligent Wen Cheng, Qiao Yifeng was the second. It wasn't because Sid was difficult to get along with, but because Sid was deliberately keeping his distance from others. There were very few people who could enter the mall, and even if Qiao Yifeng's position was to be vacant, it would not be easy for him to fill the next position.

It was rare for Bela to feel defeated after knocking her head against a wall of ash. However, she also knew that if she forced her way through, there would definitely be an opposite effect. She said her goodbyes and said, "Alright. Be careful with the proper amount."

Bela's words reminded him that he needed work.

A phone call was made to Wen Cheng, who was driving. The sound of the phone rang in the small car, as if he would continue ringing if he did not answer it.

Wen Cheng followed behind Sid for two consecutive days, enduring the sparks that flew out from his body. After much difficulty, he finally said that he wanted to go home and rest up for a while. Now, trouble had come again.

"Hello, Mr. Xi." After hanging up his Bluetooth earpiece, Wen Cheng answered the call.

"Go to the company and bring the project from the day to my house."

"B-but wasn't that shattered by you?"

Sid, on the other side of the phone, was silent. The heavy breathing indicated that his host was not in a good mood.

"Sticky it and bring it over."

Wen Cheng's head was covered with question marks. What did you think you were tearing at!? However, he didn't dare to question his boss, so he braced himself and agreed.

"Wait a moment, I will send it over."

Ever since his wife had left home, Mr. Xi had become a firecracker that could be ignited at any time. He didn't know whether his wife was angry at him or had a soft spot for him, but at this moment, Wen Cheng was so desperate for his wife to return home as soon as possible.

"Achoo!"

Joe sneezed with his poem, and his voice was hidden in the noise of the dormitory corridor, but someone noticed it and looked sideways and recognized the face.

"Isn't that Joe's poem?"

"That legend was kept by Morimoto's superior?"

"I heard that she broke up with the financial backer before coming back to school."

Qiao Yifan really wanted to cover his ears to shut them out. Even though Bi Chen had helped her counterattack against He Xuan Mei's nonsense, the rumors and tabloids were more or less the same.

In just a few days, the story of Qiao Yifeng's poem became public news.

Guo Yun used her own body to separate Qiao Yifeng and comforted, "Don't listen to their nonsense."

It was the first time in the four years after the united front that she and Guo Yun had been so close, even though they had shared a common enemy.

"I know."

Qiao's own energy and time shouldn't be wasted on rumors, because her graduation plans were still pressed. Yesterday she had exchanged ideas with Teacher Xu, and today there were still some modifications to be made.

Pushing open the door of the art studio, she found that she was in the last corner near the window, where the easel had fallen to the ground.

Someone laughed in a low tone, as if they had gotten what they wanted.

Sweat trickled down Guo Yun's forehead as she quickly walked over to help Qiao Yifan up from the easel, "He probably fell down from the wind."

A typhoon? Can you blow down a wooden easel?

"Who did it?" Joe's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for everyone in the studio to hear.

Guo Yun was afraid of getting into trouble. She hurriedly tried to persuade her. "Qiao Qiao has already stood up. It's fine now. Teacher Xu is still urging us. Qiao Qiao, let's hurry up."

Qiao Yifan sighed. Other than this sigh, no one else dared to make a sound. Even their movements had stopped. If they didn't dare to act like this, then this group of people only had this little ability.

When no one answered, she returned to her seat. When the easel fell, the canvas went down, and there were many scratches on the screen.

"He went through the back door and entered Morningstar. He got rid of the others' spots and is still feeling proud of himself. Truly shameless."