grandpa is not sick

Chapter 211 Pride (2)
Fu Yixun's sight was blocked by Mo Qianren, and Mo Qianren's back was facing those people, so he didn't see it, but Mu Rulan did. She was about to get up, but suddenly saw something, "Oh~"

The unidentified rhyme was really intriguing. Fu Yixun and Mo Qian followed her. From Fu Yixun's point of view, Fu Qingliu left the lobby with his arms around the shoulders of a tall man.

The hand holding the phone tightened suddenly, and Fu Yixun's upper and lower jaw tightened slightly.

"It should be quite serious." Mu Rulan glanced at Fu Yixun and said softly, "It's so pitiful, it almost splashed on my face."

Mo Qianren held Mu Rulan's hand, and there was a faint but refreshing tenderness in his cold voice, "Would you like to go see a painting?"

"Ah."

Mo Qianren and Mu Rulan went to look at the painting, while Fu Yixun was still sitting in place, his back muscles were stiff, like a perfect and moving but cold sculpture.

Li Anxin took Fu Qingliu to a waiting room and told her to wait a while. Zhou Yuxin didn't expect this to happen when she came back from a business trip, so she hurriedly asked someone to deliver medicine and clothes to Fu Qingliu. Julia was too careless, and she didn't know if Fu Yixun would get angry when she saw it, but no matter what, Fu Qingliu's temper didn't shake his sleeves when he encountered such a thing, and he didn't leave. It was a face to her.

Fu Qingliu looked at himself in the mirror, extending from the entire shoulder to the side of the neck and arms, a large area was red, and it looked shocking on the white Shengxue skin.

Spread the cold ointment evenly on the stinging burns, and just wipe it on the inconvenient shoulder blades, and then put on clothes. The red can't be covered, it is looming under the black hair.

Li Anxin had been waiting outside, and when the door opened, she went up to meet her, "Are you okay?"

"It's nothing serious." Fu Qingliu hooked his lips politely.

The two walked back side by side, Li Anxin said: "It is always difficult for Orientals to get ahead in Europe and America, not only because of the differences between things." He didn't explain clearly, but Fu Qinglu understood.

The higher the level, the narrower the circle, and the narrower the circle, the more xenophobic. Coupled with the racial discrimination in nature of some people, it is only natural to be made things difficult.What Fu Qingliu didn't expect was that Julia's superficial skills could be so good. Those who witnessed it obviously thought that Julia was just careless, because she was so excited to chat with her before. It was also her negligence to help her stir up the atmosphere. She always thought that Westerners like to be straightforward, but she didn't expect that people are all the same, and their bad roots are the same everywhere.

"Then it seems that if I want to get to the stage of being a pear painter, I can't do without being covered in bruises." Fu Qingliu also showed kindness to this man who showed kindness to her, and smiled lazily at him.

"You are different from me." Li Anxin smiled introverted and deep, and his eyes were resolute. "Like Fu Yixun, you are one of the few people who are selected. Your artistic talent is unparalleled. Even if you leave today If you don't give face to Ms. Spurson or Julia Jason, as long as your paintings are still so contagious, there will be a place for you in the high art circle."

"Is this telling me to do my own thing and be more self-willed and proud?"

"No, I just want to tell you that the heavens are about to send great responsibilities to the people, and they will definitely work hard and work hard." Li Anxin looked at her gently and tolerantly, with intoxicating stars shining in the depths of her deep eyes. Mang, "I've seen you before, at your grandfather's birthday party, but I'm not a guest, but a waiter who serves tea and water at the party."

(End of this chapter)