Doting wife's husband is too domineering

Chapter 394 Wasn't Qu Huihui Brought Back To The Fu Family? (4)
Seeing Fu Junhuang's furrowed brows, Bai Jingchen's expression became more relaxed, and even his sitting posture began to become extremely casual.

"It seems that Mr. Fu, you have remembered something."

Fu Junhuang held An Ran's hand anxiously, "I..."

"I know it all. I said it before, and I believe you." An Ran comforted Fu Junhuang with a smile.

In a word, all Fu Junhuang's uneasiness was soothed.

Bai Jingchen's gaze involuntarily moved back and forth between the two of them.

In the end, those watery eyes narrowed slightly, his head was lowered, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, he supported his head on the chair with one hand, his legs crossed, looking from the side, he looked like a nobleman The image, the beauty is completely indescribable.

It's just that if such an image of Bai Jingchen is seen by Bai Ya'er, she must run as far as she can.

No one knows that such a white dust is the most frightening.

How could there be such a trusting person in this world?It doesn't matter, he has plenty of time, they can take their time.

In a room decorated in retro central European style.

Caesar was standing in front of a huge painting, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and a palette in the other hand, surrounded by a pile of paints and paintbrushes.

"Master, someone brought it back." Rice knocked on the door lightly, and brought in a person who looked like a waiter.

Caesar didn't raise his eyes, and didn't even change his movements in the slightest.

His hands continued to smear on the huge painting in front of him, and his expression was so focused that Rice didn't dare to disturb him.

In the past two years, the master has been painting, and it has always been this one. Rice soldiers don't know what the content of this painting is, because the master never lets them step two meters away from the studio.

The man in the waiter costume of the Regent Hotel was very handsome. He was just a waiter serving the distinguished guests on the sixth floor. He didn't know why he was suddenly brought into such a luxurious house today.

Seeing the man with half a silver mask in front of him, the waiter's calf trembled unconsciously.

He doesn't know who these people are, but there are really not many people in the imperial capital who can bow and bow like their managers.

But just one subordinate can make the manager afraid like that, and this master is even more powerful.

Rice and the waiter waited until Caesar put down the paintbrush in his hand.

The waiter let out a long breath. He thought that the boss would ask him a question, but after waiting for a long time, the boss still didn't ask any questions. He looked up and found that the boss's gaze was always down On that giant painting.

He looked at the giant painting with scrutiny, and finally the condensed eyes exposed outside the mask became warmer little by little. He looked at Rice, and then hooked his hands at him.

Rice was slightly stunned. Although he didn't understand what the master meant, he followed him.

Rice stopped half a meter away from the giant painting, "Master."

Look how well-mannered he is.

Caesar expressed that he was very satisfied with Rice's actions, and he likes people who know themselves best.

"Come here." Caesar continued to wave to Rice.

If Rice didn't understand what was going on for a while, he wouldn't have stayed by Caesar's side for so many years.

Rice strode forward and stood beside Caesar.

Caesar moved the huge painting in front of Rice, and said proudly, "How is it, is it similar? Is it very vivid?"

When Rice saw the content of the giant painting, he was stunned.

It never occurred to him that what the master spent two years painting turned out to be just a portrait of a character.

That's right, there is a woman in the portrait. The woman's eyes are cold, she has long hair, black clothes, and casual clothes. There is no one around her. She is sitting on the beach alone, as if staring at something.

Very expressive painting.

At least, Caesar made Fu Anran look like a painting, very beautiful.

"Master..." Rice didn't know what to say.

He didn't expect the master to be like this. Two years ago, after they got the news that Fu Anran had disappeared, the master began to send more people to find someone in Venezuela, but in the end they found nothing.

Rice knew that many people were looking for Fu Anran's whereabouts, and many people even said that Fu Anran was dead.

Only the master decided to say, how could that person Fu Anran die so easily, so keep looking.

At that time, Rice will always remember the expression on the master's face at that time, he looked excited and anxious, and his whole body was in extreme excitement.

The subordinates who couldn't find anyone were not punished, and instead received a large bonus. At that time, Rice thought that his master had a problem with his mind.

But many things happened later, which made him think that his master is still normal.

"Isn't it very similar? I just said, how could this woman die." Caesar said almost to himself, and then returned his gaze to the giant painting.

The wait staff are scary now.

He didn't know what else he could do now, and he didn't even dare to move his feet.

He still remembered that when he left with this man named Rice, the manager told him to take a closer look at how the people around him were doing.

He did remember that the one named Rice just now stood there in a well-behaved manner when the boss was silent.

Even if the boss told him to go over, he also stood aside and did not move forward.

Obviously, there are a lot of rules in this family, if he is not paying attention, his life may be lost.

His heart was beating very fast, but the two of them seemed to have completely forgotten his existence. His whole body was frozen, and even his legs were numb now. He didn't know if he would be able to walk for a while. up.

Just when he was thinking about whether to make a sound to remind the two of them that he still existed, the boss suddenly raised his head and his eyes fell on him.

"come here."

With his feet completely numb, he endured the discomfort and walked towards them.

It's just that the waiter is smart, otherwise he wouldn't be serving on the sixth floor.

He stopped where Rice had stopped before.

Rice and Caesar were taken aback when they saw the waiter's actions, but Caesar laughed.

"It really is a long-eyed one."

The waiter was even more afraid to speak.

(End of this chapter)