grandpa is not sick

Chapter 88 Stealing the Show (5)
"Oh! Simon!" A group of extraordinary people who were waiting for Fu Yixun seemed to be stunned when they saw Fu Yixun dragged a woman over, and they all showed extremely shocked expressions, calling Fu Qingliu It's embarrassing to look at.

Fu Yixun ignored them, and pulled Fu Qingliu past them with a sullen face to continue walking. A group of people looked at each other and immediately followed quickly.

Fu Qingliu had already been distracted by the knife-like pain in her stomach. She didn't notice where Fu Yixun dragged her to. He only heard that Fu Yixun's cursive words were as beautiful as his Itchy-eared spoken English ordered someone to get her something to eat.Then very quickly, there was a lot of food in front of Fu Qingliu, certainly not the dark British cuisine.

Croissants, macaroni, steak, potato and shrimp soup...Fu Qingliu immediately picked up a spoon to drink the soup. The soup was very thick. You could almost feel the texture of the potatoes melting in it. It feels like porridge that is very thin, thin and thin, but compared to porridge, it is really delicious.

After Fu Qingliu drank a small bowl of thick soup and his stomach pain eased a little, Fu Qingliu finally had the heart to look up, and the scene she entered suddenly shocked her a little, because she found that she was sitting at the head of a long table This kind of long table is the kind of big and long table in the castle. The table is covered with a solemn dark red tablecloth, and on both sides are several foreign men and women that Fu Qingliu doesn't know. They are a group of people. It seems that she is quite outstanding and belongs to the people who live in the upper class of society, excellent, rich, full of knowledge and education, and at this time these people are all looking at her in the main seat, with a puzzled, critical gaze.

Only with food in front of her.

For a moment, Fu Qingliu had the feeling that she was on the wrong channel. She turned her head and saw Fu Yixun, who was sitting next to her on the main seat, staring at her with his arms folded, looking a little gloomy. Fu Qingliu blinked, and before he had time to speak, he saw that he showed a very disgusted expression towards her, and suddenly took out a spotless gray handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped her cheek, "Oh... God ..."

This man gave her cheeks with a little bit of soup stains that were accidentally touched by a spoon with a look that was so disgusting that he was going crazy. Fu Qingliu really didn't know whether to feel moved or slap him to death. , while showing such a disgusted expression while making an intimate gesture that seems to have a good relationship with him, how does he want to make him feel?
Fu Qingliu rolled her eyes gracefully, and slowly sat up straight, a kind of aura slowly permeated from the depths of her soul, even though she still looked a little disheveled with disheveled hair and pale face, but it was amazing. Understand, this is not an ordinary person.

Fu Yixun put away his handkerchief with disgust on his face, and then finally diverted some attention to those people mercifully, and said to them: "This is the outstanding painter I mentioned to you."

Fu Qingliu's ears moved. Fu Yixun spoke French.

Those people were surprised, and discussed a few words in French in a low voice, and there were two men in the middle who talked in Russian, and none of them spoke English, so Fu Qingliu wondered if Fu Yixun thought she couldn't understand, so Such a tsundere person would say to those people so directly beside her: "Yes, she looks a little too young, but trust me, she is a very good painter, you should really go and see her paintings, I promise You're going to fall in love with her, just like I did."

Fu Qingliu thought, should I pretend that I don't understand French or Russian...

(End of this chapter)