The maid wants to turn over, and the rough general can't help but tease

The portrait was of a beautiful woman painted in black and white, with red lips, looking through the canvas with an alluring smile on her face. It was like any other portrait on a corporate wall, but she had never seen anyone praying before them.

She looked at the portrait with a twinkling gaze, then turned to look at the young woman who was praying in front of the portrait, then smiled at the woman, her eyes twinkling, and called softly and gracefully: "You seem to..." "Praying in the wrong place," she told her, crossing her arms, and then glanced at the portrait. "I think that if you want your boyfriend to propose to you, then you should pray to someone else instead of wasting time here."

When the young receptionist heard someone say something bad about the portrait, she wanted to curse, but when she saw that the person who said it was the new model, her expression softened, and she looked at Song Yan and told her patiently: “You don’t…” It seemed that she didn’t know that this statue was brought by a very famous master, and it was said that this statue had a power that could bless those who prayed in front of it. ”

Song Yan heard this, his eyes flashed slightly, but before the receptionist could see clearly, the light disappeared, "Oh, that's it." Song Yan said while looking at the portrait, and turned his head to look at the receptionist who was still mumbling something. In front of the portrait, Song Yan looked at the corpse-black mist on the young receptionist's face and became more gloomy.

She opened her eyes slightly and turned to look at the portrait of the woman who was still smiling at the world, her red lips were particularly dazzling. The more she looked at the portrait, the more she remembered the red dress that had been fixed in her mind, even though she could no longer remember everything in the past.

"I see, it seems like you've had a hard time." Song Yan looked at the young receptionist who had finished praying in front of the portrait. She took out a small talisman from her pocket and handed it to the woman who was looking at her with a puzzled look.

Seeing the young receptionist was confused, Song Yan patiently explained: "This talisman was given to me by a very powerful master. He said that as long as I carry this talisman, I can get the job." Model of this company, do you think this talisman is not effective? "

The receptionist heard Song Yan's words, looked at the talisman, her eyes flashed slightly, and then took the talisman from Song Yan's hand. If it was before, she would not do such a thing, but she had been dating her boyfriend for seven years, and even though she repeatedly mentioned marriage in front of her boyfriend, she still failed, so she slowly ran out of choices. Now the situation is worse, she is pregnant with his child, if she does not get married now, she will be regarded as a shrew by her family and ruin their reputation.

She has been trying to make her boyfriend understand her situation, but the man is still a rising idol and getting married is out of the question, let alone having children, but the young receptionist Yu Pan hopes that she can at least get a ring on her finger so that she can avoid being scolded by her parents.

And as long as she gives birth to the child, she can keep her man. After all, her man has to stay with her if he wants to keep his job.

"Thank you so much." Yu Pan wanted to have as much luck as possible at this moment. Seeing Song Yan hand her a talisman that was said to bring good luck, she was really grateful. She didn't care whether it was useful or not, she just wanted to keep it with her so that she could get what she wanted as soon as possible.

She didn't even ask Song Yan whether the talisman was effective or whether its source was reliable.

After getting the talisman, Yu Pan turned around and left. Song Yan watched the young woman leave, then turned to look at the portrait hanging in front of him. It would be wrong to say that he felt something. This portrait.

If she hadn't seen Yu Pan praying in front of this portrait, she would have ignored it at all, but now after seeing Yu Pan praying for good luck, the surrounding corpse-black mist darkened, Song Yan knew that there was something wrong with this woman's portrait.

However, no matter how she looked at the portrait, she couldn't see anything. Fang Yanli, who was bored after flying around the company, returned to Song Yan. Seeing that Song Yan was concentrating on looking at the portrait, she couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"

"What do you think it is?" She told Fang Yanli everything that had happened with Yu Pan, and then explained the things in the company. "I think there's something wrong with this painting." She leaned on the glass railing on the second floor, and after looking at the picture from all sides, she kicked the railing down. "But I can't find anything at all. It's weird, don't you think?"

Song Yan discovered that every time she thought something was connected to the woman in red, she could not see anything beyond the layers she had constructed.