Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 63 Is it nice?

Sheng Mian walked out with an umbrella, and her trousers were wet a lot.

A car stopped slowly beside her and honked its horn twice.

She thought it was Shen Sheng again, and a trace of impatience appeared in her eyes.

The car window was opened a crack, but Fu Xuan's voice came from inside.

"Come on, you are going to drive now, but there is a traffic jam, and there are people outside."

Sheng Mian looked up at the place where he parked, there were indeed many people, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier, so he didn't refuse anymore, thanked him, opened the car door and got in.

The rain and moisture are isolated from the outside, and the interior of the car is surprisingly quiet.

Sheng Mian thought it was the car that the Fu family picked up and dropped off Fu Xuan, but he didn't expect that the driver in the driver's seat was actually Fu Yancheng's driver.

She saw Fu Yancheng sitting by the window, pinching the document with her fingertips, lowering her eyes slightly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Fortunately, there was Fu Xuan in the car, so the atmosphere would not be too awkward.

Fu Xuan's small cheeks were full of excitement.

"Do you know that you are well-known among our students, that Xie Sisi was so proud before, but now he was arrested and taken to the police station. The Xie family is probably in a hurry to get someone now?"

"There is also the principal and the director. Who would have thought that they are like dogs on weekdays, and they still have such activities in private. It's really disgusting!"

Fu Xuan couldn't help pulling Fu Yancheng quietly, and when Fu Yancheng's cool gaze came over, she looked at him eagerly: "Cousin, Xie Sisi will definitely complain to her brother at that time, you must not embarrass Penny because of this, okay?"

Sheng Mian was slightly touched, she just felt that this girl Fu Xuan was really innocent, it was the first time someone defended her face to face for so long.

A hint of impatience appeared between Fu Yancheng's brows, but he still uttered a word, "En."

Fu Xuan's face suddenly brightened, and when the car arrived at her house, she grabbed the umbrella handed by the driver, and did not forget to turn around and give instructions.

"Then Penny, please send it back to my cousin. She has guided my painting, but she made me get No.1. She is my teacher and benefactor. You must be polite to her."

Chirping like a sparrow.

As soon as the little sparrow disappeared, the atmosphere in the carriage became very dull.

Sheng Mian's back couldn't help straightening, seeing Fu Yancheng's hand pressing on the document, it was slender, like fine porcelain.

She looked at it, and couldn't help being fascinated.

I saw that fingertip tapping lightly on the document, and heard him ask: "Is it pretty?"

It was only then that Sheng Mian realized that she seemed to be staring at his hand for a minute, and now that she heard her question, she raised her eyes and smiled at him frankly.

"Boss Fu's hands are really beautiful, and people can't help but want to draw them."

In the eyes of painters, hands are the second face of the human body, and in body art works, hands are also the most difficult part to express.

So Sheng Mian has already developed the habit of observing the opponent's hands.

Fu Yancheng looked quite cold, his wrist bones were long and white, and every part of his hand was exposed just right, and his fingertip movements when he was meditating were as gentle as a virgin.

In the eyes of painters, this is the top material.

If it wasn't for Sheng Mian's heart-wrenching person, then in her eyes, there is no distinction between male and female.

The only difference is whether it is suitable to be drawn or not, so she doesn't know that a woman staring at a man intently is itself a kind of teasing in disguise.

(End of this chapter)