Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 213 Fu Xiheng, I Really Didn't Answer Your Call On Purpose

An Nuan took the bag in her hand and walked around the small but very quiet studio.

Easels and drawing boards are neatly arranged, and plaster geometric figures are placed between the lattices on the walls.

On the quiet shore of Lake Baikal, the endless golden wheat fields, the rising flames...

Exciting pictures are presented one after another, and the rich artistic atmosphere flows silently in the infinitely wandering space.

An Nuan closed her eyes and looked up, the upstairs should be a resting place like a bedroom.

"An Nuan,"

Rong Lianye opened a door next to the studio, and An Nuan walked in, and found that there was nothing inside except a piano.

An Nuan stood there quietly, the man's slender and beautiful fingers fluttered briskly on the black and white keys, and he played "Remembrance of Love" vividly.

Although she has no musical talent, An Nuan has loved music since she was a child. She knew that this piano piece came from the famous French musician Richard Clayderman.

She still remembers that this was the ringtone she chose when she was in high school.

An Nuan looked at the man who was engrossed. When he was not talking, he looked clean and eye-catching, and he was more gentle and handsome than when he was making a fuss.

After the song was over, Rong Lianye stood up, and An Nuan also recovered from the intoxication just now, "Rong Lianye, did you name this studio?"

"Um,"

"Why is it called Dream Space?" An Nuan actually didn't want to talk too much, she even found it annoying, but she couldn't help it, and always felt that the name was invisible and desolate.

Rong Lianye looked at her silently, his deep eyes seemed a little misty, and when he noticed the growing surprise in the woman's eyes, he said, "It was for my mother."

An Nuan frowned slightly.

"My mother used to be a student of the Academy of Fine Arts. She had excellent grades and had the opportunity to study abroad, but she chose to stay because of my grandfather's career and married my father."

"After getting married, the two divorced because of personality differences, so my mother chose to continue her studies abroad to pursue her dream. That is, on the way to leave, the plane unfortunately..."

Speaking of this, Rong Lianye's throat choked up. The two important people in his life both left because of the plane crash, and he no longer wanted to continue this topic.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then showed a big grinning smile, "Okay, it's getting late, I'll take you back."

He felt very satisfied that he could bring An Nuan here today and let her understand himself better.

An Nuan raised the corners of her lips and nodded slightly.

She never knew that Rong Lianye, who looked bohemian on the outside, would have such a fragile side...


When An Nuan returned home, listening to the deep and mellow voice on the other end of the phone, her scalp felt numb.

"Fu Xiheng, I really didn't intentionally not answer your call, it's just...the phone is out of battery again." An Nuan looked at the data cable connected to the phone with a low eyebrow and sighed.

She casually tapped her phone to check the time, it was 45:[-], she didn't know why Fu Xiheng was still awake at this hour.

Could it be that he was waiting for her specially?

Thinking about it this way, although I feel quite cheeky and shameless, my heart is still warm.

"Is this the reason again?" In the office, the tall and straight body of the man was leaning against the window, with the colorful lights behind him.

　My heart is as tense as a lyre string, and it keeps vibrating when you appear.My heart is always tense and throbbing for you; but you feel no more of it than you feel the taut winding of a watch in your pocket.This clockwork patiently counts your hours in the dark, calculates your time, and accompanies you here and there with its inaudible heartbeat, and you are only Gave it a quick glance once.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)