In the carriage.

Chen Chu glanced at Fu Yan: "Are Mr. Fu very curious?"

Hearing her words, Fu Yan curled his lips: "What are you curious about?"

"Is that me?"

There was a red light in front of me, and the car stopped slowly. Fu Yan turned his head and looked at Chen Chu: "Is it important?"

Is it important?

Chen Chu didn't expect him to ask himself this, and suddenly, she smiled: "It doesn't matter."

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Yan's voice came from the side again: "What I am more curious about is when do you want to talk about feelings?"

Chen Chu was stunned for a moment, but soon came to his senses and looked at Fu Yan: "I want to know too."

Fu Yan glanced at her: "It's okay. Remember to tell me when you want to talk and be with me at any time."

Chen Chu smiled slightly and did not respond.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped.

Fu Yan untied his seat belt and said, "I'll send you in."

After saying that, the other person had already got out of the car, and took a few steps to the co-pilot.

It was raining outside and the night was very dark. Chen Chu looked at him, the car door was opened and the wind blew in, making it a little cold.

Chen Chu stepped aside and got out of the car, "Thank you."

"It's a bit cold, go in."

Fu Yan looked down at her. The two were close together. Chen Chu looked into the peach blossom eyes at one glance.

It's her face.

She was stunned for a moment, turned her gaze away, and followed him to the apartment.

After entering the hall, Chen Chu looked up and saw that the suit on Fu Yan's shoulder was covered with rain, and almost all the body on the outside was covered with water vapor.

The umbrella is actually not small. The two of them are closer, so the rain will not hit Fu Yan.

But Fu Yan didn't, he was always a distance from her.

Chen Chu closed his eyes and calmed his mind: "Thank you, I'll invite you to dinner another day."

Fu Yan smiled with satisfaction: "This is the second meal you owe me."

Chen Chu smiled, and just as the elevator door opened, she raised her legs and entered the elevator.

Chen Chu stood inside the elevator, watching the elevator door slowly close, Fu Yan was outside, holding a dripping umbrella in his hand, looking at her with gentle eyebrows.

For a moment, Chen Chu was thinking, if the person from that time was Fu Yan, would everything be different?

Maybe not, after all, Mr. Fu is also a playboy.

As soon as Chen Chu returned home, Chen Xiao called in.

Chen Chu naturally knew about what happened.

She answered the phone, turned on the hands-free, walked to the bar and poured herself a cup of hot water: "What do you want to say?"

"How did Zhou Zile know?"

Chen Chu drank water and had a meal, "Maybe I guessed."

Chen Xiao didn't believe it: "Don't tease Xiaowu, just Zhou Zile's head, he couldn't think of you having a dime with Nian!"

"The paintings I drew for Bo Wunian three years ago were discovered by Bo Wunian."

Chen Xiaoren was confused: "So Zhou Zile saw that painting?"

"It should be."

After all, they have such a good relationship. In his twilight years, they may still use the painting she painted to mock Zhou Zile for how overestimated she was and that she dared to love him.

ridiculous.

"How did you know that Bo Wunian discovered that painting? Didn't you say you threw it into the garbage dump?"

Chen Chu actually didn't want to talk about the afternoon, but Chen Xiao asked. She thought about it for a while and said: "I met him at noon, and he mentioned the painting."

"I'm going to his uncle! This bastard in Wunian! Where did he get his face? Is he still a personal one? What kind of messing things are done every day!"
Chapter completed!