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The items in the bag were taken out one by one and placed on the clean table.

However, after ten minutes of searching, he still couldn't find her purse.

Tang Anmo started to recall every single detail about the purse.

Yes, from the office to the place where they ate, the only strange thing was the moment they were knocked down by the girl.

At that time, the things inside the bag had all fallen to the ground, and the girl had also handled them before, so the only person who was suspicious was the girl. Zhao Rui felt that it was unnecessary to even think about it: "She must have taken it."

"Um …" It seems to be true. " At this point, there was nothing else suspicious.

After he figured out that she had lost her wallet, Tang Anmo could no longer hold up her spirits. Seeing her like this, Zhao Rui thought that it was because she had put a lot of money and documents in her purse.

But that was not the case.

's certificate would never be kept in his wallet, so it would be alright even if he lost it. It was just a few bank cards, and it could be used to make up for the loss, but … The most important thing was that the draft paper that Tang Anmo drew just happened to be stuffed into her purse out of habit.

"What should I do …" A good design is gone just like that. " Tang Anmo practically wanted to cry.

"Senior …" Your focus is truly different. " After hearing the cause and effect, Zhao Rui could only make this evaluation.

Although Zhao Rui was a little worried, she had no choice but to return to her seat. This was because more and more of her colleagues had returned, so she did not know what to say when they saw her return.

Tang Anmo was a little unhappy while holding onto her face with half of her body, she was still painting on the paper to see if she could recover her previous inspiration, but after a while she gave up, and no matter what she did, she did not feel that way anymore.

Forget it...

Tang Anmo let out a long sigh, and decided to divert her attention first. After all, she still had more important things to do, and the piece of paper that Tang Anmo had been thinking about a long time ago was being looked at by someone right now.

This was a girl's bedroom, which was filled with all sorts of things. It was not a big room, half of it was a bed and there were actually some paints and other things on it. The shelves were even unfinished.

Holding the piece of paper in her hand and scrutinizing it, the girl nodded thoughtfully: "Not bad, you're quite talented."

With that, she placed the piece of paper above her eyes, looked at the light again, Tang Anmo's wallet had more or less been rummaged through by her, the money had already been taken away, she did not care about the bank cards anymore, all of the girl's attention was attracted by the piece of paper, and remained motionless for a long time.

After staring at it for a long time without moving, the girl suddenly threw the piece of paper to the unfinished painting. She then put on a dirty apron and started to write on the drawing board.

All sorts of colors began to merge in her hands before appearing on the drawing board. The unfinished painting was being added up bit by bit, and it became more and more plump, as if there was light shining inside it.

However, these impromptu inspirations were immediately interrupted by a series of banging on the door.

The loud voice outside the door kept shouting at him, "Open up, open up! I know you're in there! When are you going to pay the rent you owe? "Let me tell you, if you don't pay the rent, even if it's a girl, I'll kick you out!"

The girl's hand that was holding the paint board had already turned slightly pale. She turned her head and stared at the door that was being knocked on unceasingly, then she slammed the paint pad in her hand onto the ground, causing some of the paint that was opened to splash out.

She walked towards the door with her bare feet stepping on the paint. As she walked past the bed, she grabbed the money that she just took out from Tang Anmo's wallet, opened the door, and threw it towards the chattering woman.

Instantly … Pink money is like flowers scattered at the beginning.

"Here you go! Enough for two months of rent! Don't bother me! " The girl slammed the door.

"What kind of attitude is this!?" Although the rent was enough! But look inside your room, let me tell you, if you don't clean up all the junk inside your room the next time you come here, I will definitely charge you for your losses! "

The person outside the door cursed as he picked up the money on the ground. He felt that it was not enough and continued to curse as he left, "An orphan boy, what are you learning to paint for? Do you have the money to learn? No money, no P! To think that he would have such a temper... "

The girl panted as the curses gradually faded from her ears.

She looked at her unfinished painting. She had clearly been inspired just now, but now, she felt that the painting was very eye-catching. She picked up her own drawing board and threw it over.

The girl suddenly started to cry loudly, so much so that her shoulders contracted and tears fell from her eyes.

Gradually, her line of sight fell upon the piece of paper that she had thrown aside. The beautiful brooch that was only a rough drawing firmly locked her attention. She stared at it as if she was grabbing onto a lifesaver.