grandpa is not sick

Chapter 83 This is the prelude (2)
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Fu Qingliu blinked, not sure if what he said just now hurt Fu Yixun's glass heart like a beautiful and exquisite work of art.

She put down the phone and continued to eat, and looked at the phone from time to time, wanting to see if that person would call again, but it turned out that the man who was arrogant, neurotic and extremely proud did not call again, so eating After dinner, Fu Qingliu obediently called Master Fu back.

After the phone rang three times reservedly, it was picked up punctually and reservedly, and at the same time, a disdainful, mocking, picky hum was heard.

Seeing her face reflected in the red wine glass, Fu Qingliu couldn't help but evoked a relaxed and happy smile.

"I'm at the Arianson Hotel now." Fu Qingliu said proactively.

Over there, it took ten days to make a noble and reserved voice, with a reproachful tone: "The art exhibition will start early tomorrow morning, but you haven't sent the exhibits to the Guschiller Committee today, tell me you are sure to be there Protecting your works intact in the crowd to arrive at the exhibition hall?"

"Um... yeah, I can't be sure, so I'll send things over in a bit."

"It's better like this. I don't want to see a stupid warrior who knows that he is going to fight others but loses and damages his own weapon."

"I didn't know that Master Fu would regard this art feast as a battlefield." Fu Qingliu smiled heartlessly.

"Any place where there is a comparison and a difference in interest is a battlefield. Don't tell me that this kind of truth needs me to tell you." Fu Yixun's tone is serious and disgusting, and it is easy to imagine that the person is frowning and can't tell what others are saying. Whether the words are joking or serious and serious.It's just that he seemed to think of something for a moment, and compromised: "Okay, okay, I understand, I can't expect you who may not have a high level of education to understand too much."

"..." The level of education may not be very high...

"You'd better take your notes. I'll tell you about the rules of the Guschiller Committee and the tempers of their main members. If you don't memorize these, some embarrassing problems may occur at the exhibition. Yes, I know, you must be very worried now, I will explain it clearly to you, you just need to remember, do what I say... If you can’t communicate with others smoothly in English, it’s okay, I will arrange an interpreter By your side, try to be as generous as possible, don’t be submissive and dare not communicate with others, it will make you look petty, and others will laugh at you... And... Also... Finally... I will add a little more... I will add a little more... ..."

Once again, Fu Qingliu found out very clearly that this man really has the potential to be a chatterbox. When he is nervous, he can use a few simple words to scold you repeatedly for several minutes. Now he can say It seems too much, Fu Qingliu's hand holding the phone is tired, from listening very seriously at the beginning to now perfunctory while eating dessert, oh, um, I really think this man's nagging is so annoying , and also asked and answered self-willedly, as if everything he said was correct. I really wanted to tell him to shut up, but I was worried that if I said this, it would hurt his fragile and noble self-esteem, so I would not talk to her in the future. Played together, after all, he was kind enough to tell her so much.

Fu Qingliu was perfunctory. After eating dessert, he suddenly saw something happened at the front entrance. A group of people gathered together, and vaguely heard the sound of someone arguing. Very fluent orthodox British pronunciation with a London accent asked him what was going on, and ended the conversation after learning that there were no Chinese people among the noisy people. When she realized that the phone hadn't been hung up, she found that Fu Xun's nagging sound disappeared.

"Pay ten days?"

"Snapped!"

The phone was hung up.

(End of this chapter)