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If you don’t want to be an artist, you will make this choice if you are so funny.

Gu Yao knew that this choice would change many things and that he could not bear the consequences at the moment. When he heard Jiang Yunmiao's replies, he quickly shook his head, "I don't want to."

Jiang Yunmiao calmly patted Gu Yao's hand, "Don't think too much, you will find something you like."

Gu Yao leaned on her shoulder, pouted and thought about her life for more than 20 years, and suddenly looked at Jiang Yunmiao with her head tilted, "Jiang Jiang, when did your dream be decided."

Jiang Yunmiao was stunned.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that my ideal has never told Gu Yao the reason.

She lowered her head and was silent for a moment, and found that the reason that once supported her was far away from tracing her mother. It was all about what happened when she was five years old. Her grandmother was once a famous perfumer, and she also taught her mother to make perfume.

She first met perfume because of her mother.

The first bottle of perfume I was in hand also came from my mother. The bottle of perfume was called "Yun". It was also because of this that she made a five-year-old birthday wish to surpass her mother and grandmother to become the best perfumer.

She does surpass her mother and grandmother now, but she is not the best.

Jiang Yunmiao sighed slightly, it seems that she will continue to work hard.

After hearing about Jiang Yunmiao's childhood, Gu Yao was much quieter. Of course, she knew why Jiang Yunmiao's parents died, and also knew about Jiang Yunmiao's daily life of striving for her ideals for so many years. While admiring Jiang Yunmiao's unwavering heart while blowing thunder, she also reexamined herself.

A rice insect that accomplished nothing.

Gu Yao pursed her lips, "Jiang Jiang, do you think I can become as powerful as you?"

Jiang Yunmiao smiled, "Of course, you have always been very powerful."

These words of comfort were also a little comfort in Gu Yao's heart. He hugged Jiang Yunmiao's arm and rubbed it. "For the sake of you comforting me so much, I'll treat you to a big meal today. I know a Chinese restaurant is very good. Let's go over!"

Jiang Yunmiao was amused and crying, "Didn't you say you want to lose weight these days?"

Gu Yao was stunned, then touched her nose, looking very entangled, looking up at Jiang Yunmiao's smiling face, and finally made up his mind to make the driver turn around and go to the hotel he mentioned.

"How can I get the energy to lose weight if I don't eat enough? Besides, for me, it's the same if I work hard tomorrow."

Jiang Yunmiao never could say that Gu Yao did not try his best to stop him. Eating something when he is in a bad mood will indeed relieve his mood. If he indulges occasionally, it is not a big deal.

A black business car whizzed past the road, and under the warm sun, it was like a pitch-black gem, refracting colorful light.

After visiting the rich and socialites she had known in the past, Jiang Zhirou and her daughter, who stayed at Mrs. Lin's tea party, finally sat quietly in the corner, staring at Mrs. Lin and Lin Xiao who were walking around for socializing without blinking.

Aunt Jiang sneered softly, "I thought it was something big, wasn't it just that my daughter was going to get engaged? I couldn't wait to show off to me, and an ordinary Zhao family was sent away, and they were useless."
Chapter completed!