grandpa is not sick

Chapter 207
Fu Qingliu paused in his footsteps, hesitantly stood there holding an umbrella, his eyes swept over the car, he didn't know who was inside, but for some reason, an uncontrollable expectation rose in his heart, how could he suppress it? I can't hold it down either.

Fu Yixun pushed the car door uncontrollably, stretched out his long legs and got out of the car, letting the hazy drizzle fall on his delicate hair and luxurious clothes, the deep brown eyes reflected the The silhouette of a woman standing silently in front of her with an umbrella.

The drizzle was so silent, and even the air was so humid that the water vapor got into the flowing time, making it so heavy that it had to slow down.

She is neither Qingyan nor phantom, Fu Yixun's eyes moved slightly, he turned around and got back into the car, water droplets flowed along the beautiful curly hair, dripping from the tip of the hair onto his fair cheeks, he sat down Two seconds later, the car was restarted, and the hand holding the steering wheel was so tight that the knuckles were slightly white. He tensed his facial muscles and controlled himself to look ahead without squinting. For a split second, he looked in the rearview mirror without success, and saw that figure was left behind by him.

Fu Qingliu stood where he was, with a slender and tall white figure, like a slender bamboo, holding an umbrella and quietly watching the car drive away, standing quietly for a long time before lazily He hooked his lips, and continued to move forward.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, every drop seemed to hit her umbrella like a heavy weight, and wet some of her hair.

A black car approached unhurriedly from behind, and slowly stopped beside her.

The car window slid down gradually, and Fu Qingliu saw a strange face, a man who made people think of the cold moon at a glance.

"Fu Qingliu?" A voice that was as cold as the man's appearance sounded, but pleasant.

Fu Qingliu raised his eyebrows.

Mo Qianren had already got the answer, and tilted his head slightly, "Get in the car, we will also go to the Sperson Gallery."

us?Fu Qingliu watched the back seat being pushed away from the inside, stepped back in and put away the umbrella, turned around and saw a girl in the back seat, the girl nodded to her with a gentle and friendly smile, her gentle eyes The light is like a little sun, as if they are not strangers meeting for the first time, but friends who have known each other for a long time, which makes people feel good.

Fu Qingliu couldn't help being startled, feeling a little dazzled, otherwise why would she feel that this girl... looks like an angel?
The car drove to the Sperson Gallery.

"My name is Mu Rulan."

"Fu Qingliu." Fu Qingliu said, thinking that the name sounded familiar.

"I know." Mu Rulan smiled softly, with her jet-black hair lightly draped over her shoulders, she suddenly bent down and took out a cute small palm-sized potted plant in the shape of a rabbit's head from her feet. Holding a small cactus with a small canopy of purple-pink flowers on it, "I don't know if you like it or not."

Fu Qingliu was a little surprised, "Is it for me?"

"Well, do you like it?"

"It's very beautiful, thank you." Fu Qingliu didn't like many things, and there were various speculations in his mind about this unexpected gift, and he didn't like it or not at all.

"Do you like it?" Mu Rulan asked softly, her eyes were gentle as if they contained everything, but there was an indescribable stubbornness.

Mo Qianren glanced at Fu Qingliu from the rearview mirror.

Fu Qingliu keenly felt a kind of... coercion?
"like."

Mu Rulan was finally satisfied, "Miss Fu used to be a student of Luslan College, I remember hearing rumors about you when I first entered the elementary school of Luslan College." Liu has no impression, because the Mu family and the Fu family are not in the same city and have not cooperated in business. When she entered Liu Silan College in this life, Fu Qingliu did not leave a deep impression on her memory. Maybe there was, but it was just time. After a long time, I gradually forgot about it, because she was in the junior high school and she was in the elementary school. Two years later, Fu Qingliu had already left Liu Silan College, and they had no intersection at all.

(End of this chapter)