grandpa is not sick

Chapter 33 The Beautiful Scroll (1)
Fu Qingliu ignored him and walked to the parking lot on her own, found her car, just started the car and drove out of the parking space, a white Ferrari drove up beside her, the window slid down, she saw Fu Yixun's exquisite, perfect and sharp handsome face is still as quiet and dignified as an ancient European nobleman, neat and tidy from head to toe without a trace of rough creases, and his brown eyes are deep and sharp, but at this time the sharp corners of his eyes are She looked a little gentle, "Didn't you want me to be your model?"

Fu Qingliu couldn't help showing a bit of amused expression for a moment, "I said that you can not only write operas, but also Peking opera, right?" Otherwise, how can you be so proficient and quick at changing faces?
"I don't know Peking Opera." Fu Yixun frowned and said honestly.He knows a lot of things, but the national essence really doesn't.

The smile on Fu Qingliu's face deepened again, he lowered his head and gave him a sideways glance with a smile, "Let's go."

Although this person is very neurotic, but for some reason, it is always difficult for people not to be more tolerant to him. Fu Qingliu thinks it is probably because his skin is too perfect, or it may be because he is a rare genius Genius in the world, and such a genius always makes people more tolerant of his eccentric temper.

Fu Yixun felt that Fu Qingliu's smiling glance seemed to be hooked, and suddenly his hands on the steering wheel trembled slightly, his heart was itchy, his ears were red, and he choked out two words for a long time. , "Slutty!" Then he stepped on the accelerator to catch up with Fu Qingliu's car.

Probably because Fu Yixun’s exhibition attracted too many foreign art lovers, and even brought a lot more people to Shili Gallery to see the paintings. The cafes in the lobby were full of people, and the staff were busy. To die, Xiao Yang, like other staff, was busy introducing works for guests in need. When he turned his head and saw Fu Qingliu bringing Fu Yixun in, he couldn't say anything in surprise.She couldn't forget that nervous guest even if she wanted to!Not to mention that their manager would walk with him!What happened?ah!Or was he here to get the scarf?
"Hey, hey, look! The man walking with the manager!"

"I'm going, it's like walking out of a comic! Is it a mixed race?"

"Look at his attire, does he look like the European aristocrat you saw on TV? What is the relationship between the manager and him..." Several female staff members who could spare time immediately got together excitedly and chattered, but they haven't seen him yet. People with such good looks!They thought Xia Junning was already the best-looking man they had ever seen!As a result, the sentence was indeed answered, a mountain is still as high as a mountain!
Fu Qingliu directly took Fu Yixun, who had been putting on a stinky face like swallowing bedbugs since he entered Shili Gallery, to the second floor of the inner gallery, unlocked the studio, and pushed open the door, "Come in."

As a result, Fu Yixun showed a more stinky expression, disgusted as if seeing shit all over the floor, "Oh...God! Don't tell me this is where you paint!" His tone was like Fu Qingliu dare to say It was as if he was absolutely going to start a nervous fit right away.

For Fu Qingliu, who never cleans her own room and has no cleanliness, her studio is much cleaner than her apartment, but for a cleanliness like Fu Yixun, this studio is simply not for people. In the place, the floor was dyed into big balls with various colors of paints. All kinds of used and unused paints can be seen everywhere, as well as brushes and papers, not to mention the drawing boards and easels that she kicked away countless times before... …

What the hell is this a studio that an artist should have? !
(End of this chapter)