grandpa is not sick

Chapter 84 Stealing the Show (1)
Fu Qingliu looked at the hung up phone suspiciously, not knowing where he had poked Fu Yixun's sensitive nerves again.

On the other side, in the castle with green creepers crawling on the light gray walls, Fu Yixun stared at the phone in his hand in embarrassment. Liao Kang just came in from outside the house, raised the phone in his hand and said to him: "Sam has promised Yes, I will spare some time these few days to be an interpreter for Miss Fu..."

Fu Yixun looked at Liao Kang ferociously, which startled Liao Kang, "What, what?"

"There's no need to translate." Fu Yixun gritted his teeth slightly. Fu Qingliu's London accent was more orthodox and beautiful than the godfather chanting in the church!Need a ghost translator!
"..." Well, if you don't want it, you don't want it, why are you so fierce.

Not long after Fu Yixun hung up, Xia Junning called. When Fu Qingliu left in a hurry, he only left a post-it note on the door telling him that she was going to England to attend the Gu Schiller Art Exhibition He is a very considerate person. There is an eight-hour time difference between the two places. He would rather wait until two or three o'clock in the morning than disturb her by calling when Fu Qingliu might be resting.

"Is that Mr. Fu's recommendation for you?" The two chatted for a while, Xia Junning was silent for a while, and finally asked.

"En." Fu Qingliu walked out of the hotel, looked at the retro and luxurious streets of a foreign country, and walked slowly.

"...I'm sorry that I failed to do this, but almost hurt you. I'm really useless." Xia Junning's voice sank, sounding very sad.

Fu Qingliu frowned, "Junning, have you been drinking?"

"Only a little." There was indeed a hint of drunkenness in that voice.

"Okay, don't drink if you don't know how to drink. Now go back to the room, go to bed, and have a good rest." Fu Qingliu felt that Xia Junning had probably been stimulated by something. A man, especially a self-made man worth 20 billion is a bit strange, which seems to make him destined to be a good man who avoids smoking and drinking.

"No, I have something to tell you..."

"Junning!" Fu Qingliu interrupted his words with a louder voice, "Now, go to bed for me."

"...Oh." The voice sounded aggrieved, there were footsteps and sparse voices, he lay down on the bed obediently, like a big dog waiting for its master alone at home, pitiful Yes, "Lie down."

"OK, good night."

"……Good night."

Fu Qingliu hung up the phone, sighed, and looked up at the foggy sky, hoping that tomorrow would be a good day.

The next day, the sky was still beautiful and the sun was shining brightly.

Fu Qingliu got up at seven o'clock, ready to attend the opening ceremony of Gu Schiller's art exhibition at eight o'clock. The hotel is not far from the exhibition venue, and it only takes more than half an hour to drive. Who knows that she is unlucky today, The traffic jam lasted until nine o'clock. Fortunately, she had sent the two paintings to the Gu Schiller Committee last night, otherwise, as Fu Yixun said, she would really have to squeeze around in the crowd with the two paintings on her back .

This year's Gu Schiller Art Exhibition is held in a private manor. The cars coming and going have already filled the large open space in front of the manor, and there are still cars driving in. Fortunately, this is an international event. Art Feast, there are policemen helping to maintain traffic safety, although it is a bit slow to enter, it is still smooth.

A ticket costs 2000 pounds, and you need to go through security checks. You are not allowed to carry guns, knives, lighters and other sharp and dangerous objects. After all, there are many works of artists in it that are valuable treasures, and safety issues are very important.

(End of this chapter)