Chapter 20

"Ranran, wait here first. Someone will come to interview later." Li Xiaoji signals Zou Yihan to go to the other side.

After Xiao Ji and Zou Yihan left, Lu Lu continued to have several interviewers.

Zou Yihan narrowed her eyes and looked at several people, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly. "I said Xiaoji, you've done a whole set of plays, and even pretended to find several people to act as a group actor."

"Yihan, Ranran has just come out. She is not very adapted to this society. She is still very talented in painting. You can guide her more when you are free."

Li Xiaoji leaned against the wall of the long corridor and lit a cigarette.

It was Jiang Shiran's favorite brand before. However, five years later, she had already given up, but he fell in love with the taste.

"Xiaoji, I'm not talking about you. She's a woman who's been in prison. You're from the government. It's not good for your future to have a relationship with her. What's more, we don't have the capital to fight Liang Qiancheng."

"If you can have a place in her place, don't worry about those things."

From small season stretched out slender fingers, pointing to the position of his left atrium.

He never cared about his job in the government. If all this had not changed, Jiang Shiran was still the arrogant Jiang Shiran before and had not been framed and jailed, he would not have entered the government to find out the truth about Jiang's imprisonment.

"Come on, what do you want me to do?"

Zou Yihan and Li Xiaoji grew up in the same underpants. When Li Xiaoji chose to go into politics, he decided to go into business.

"Help her pick up the brush again."

The brush is Jiang Shiran's initial pride, which he always wanted to protect.

He likes to see Jiang Shiran, who has a confident face with a brush, and who is proud of the world with a brush.

"It's really hard for me to grow an oasis in a desert." Zou Yihan snatched the cigarette from Xiaoji's hand and threw it into the garbage can. "Smoke less. This kind of thing is not good for the lung, but also for the heart."

Sitting in front of the interviewer, Jiang Shiran is a little nervous.

Her hands tightly grasp the corner of her clothes, do not know what questions the interviewer will ask later.

Before the interviewer opened his mouth, Zou Yihan came in.

He sat down in front of Jiang Shiran and looked at her carefully. She was no longer arrogant and arrogant, only humble.

"I don't talk nonsense. I go straight to the theme. I need a painter here. I'm a photo shop. Some people like to take pictures for them with paintbrushes. If you can, stay."

Jiang Shiran lowers his head and retracts his rough fingers into the corner of his coat.

Biting her lips hard, she dare not answer Zou Yihan.

"It seems that you are not qualified for this job, then you go back, our company does not need cleaning aunts for the time being."

Zou Yihan squints and looks at Jiang Shiran, who has been holding her head down.

It's not the first time he saw this girl. At the beginning, she beat all the predecessors in their department with a brush, and he was one of them.

If it wasn't for liangqiancheng, she would be a miracle of their school.

After a few minutes, Jiang Shiran still has no reaction. Zou Yihan stands up and turns to leave.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Shiran bit his lips, raised his head, and looked at Zou Yihan seriously, "I can."

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