His little girl is wild again

Chapter 292 Reason (17)

Zhao Yinyin shook his head slightly, "No, he went to discuss cooperation with the teacher, and he is still in the teacher's office."

Hearing this, Jiang Shixun's expression almost became tense.

What, what?
That annoying man hasn't left yet?Did you talk about cooperation with the teacher?

Originally, Jiang Shixun didn't know the background of that man, but now it seems that the man's background is probably not small.

With such a man pursuing Zhao Yinyin, would he still have a chance?
Jiang Shixun suddenly lost confidence in himself.

After Fu Chuanyuan and Master Mi Xiu finished talking about the cooperation and came out of the office, Jiang Shixun had already found an excuse to leave the gallery first.

Then the matter of sending Zhao Yinyin back to the community naturally fell on Fu Chuanyuan's head.

It's just that this is abroad, and Fu Chuanyuan doesn't have a car, so he can only take a taxi with Zhao Yinyin to the community.

In the car, Zhao Yin didn't give Fu Chuanyuan a single look because he was looking out the window at the passing scenery along the way.

Fu Chuanyuan was a little depressed, and even suspected that Zhao Yin was still angry about what happened just now, that's why he didn't talk to him.

After getting off the car, Zhao Yin wanted to pull his suitcase, but Fu Chuanyuan stopped him before his hand touched the lever, "Let me help you pull it."

Zhao Yinyin: "..."

Do you really think of her as the kind of little girl who can't carry her on her shoulders? !

Forget it, since he won't let it go, then she might as well not take it, so as not to be lectured by him again.

The two walked in front of each other on the avenue of the Parisian community, looking particularly abrupt.

……

Fu Chuanyuan sat on the large European-style sofa, looking at the surrounding environment, and there was a romantic charm everywhere.

As expected of a French house.

Zhao Yinyin came out of the bedroom and sat down in the empty seat next to him, "Fu Chuanyuan, don't you really plan to live with me?"

"What do you think?" Fu Chuanyuan raised his eyebrows and asked back, "I don't live here, should I sleep on Paris Street?"

Zhao Yinyin: "...Then do you want to sleep on the sofa?"

Her house is not very big, and there is only one bedroom, which is just right for her to live alone.

Who would have thought that Fu Chuanyuan would come here with her now...

To be honest, if she chased Fu Chuanyuan away, she would inevitably feel a little bit sorry.

"Forget it, you'd better stay here, can you sleep on the sofa?" Zhao Yinyin told Fu Chuanyuan that she had no extra beds here.

Fu Chuanyuan hummed lightly, as if he didn't care where he slept.

After the two of them had dinner together again, Zhao Yinyin became tired quickly due to the exhaustion and busyness of the day.

While sitting on the sofa, Zhao Yinyin kept yawning, and Fu Chuanyuan glanced at her several times.

Fu Chuanyuan urged: "Go to sleep when you are sleepy, no one is stopping you."

Zhao Yin still didn't go to sleep because he was worried, and forced his eyelids open, "Why aren't you sleepy?"

"I still have work to do, so I have to deal with the work first before I can rest." Even if he is abroad, Fu Chuanyuan still has to be busy with work.

Zhao Yin felt sorry for him for some reason, "Then I'll make you a cup of coffee."

Fu Chuanyuan didn't raise his head, he stared at the tablet in his hand, and said yes casually.

In the small kitchen, Zhao Yinyin yawned several times in succession, looking extremely sleepy.

When pouring the coffee, Zhao Yinyin could hardly keep his eyes open, and in the next second, the coffee in the cup overflowed.

Zhao Yin let out an exclamation accidentally, quickly put the kettle with boiling water aside, and frantically handled the coffee on the table.

Fu Chuanyuan outside heard the sound, thought it was something happened to Zhao Yin, put down the tablet and rushed in.

"Are you okay? Did you burn your hand?" Fu Chuanyuan took Zhao Yinyin's hand and checked it up and down.

The warm warmth of the man's palm pressed against her hand, and an unknown emotion grew wildly in her heart.

Zhao Yin's face turned red in an instant, and the tips of his ears also had a tinge of pink, and he was shy at first glance.

Seemingly noticing something wrong with Zhao Yinyin, Fu Chuanyuan looked down at Zhao Yinyin's hand which he was holding.

Zhao Yinyin was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand, "I, I'm fine, I just poured too much coffee accidentally."

Fu Chuanyuan's gaze still fell on her hands, "Well, it's good that you didn't burn your hands."

Fu Chuanyuan helped Zhao Yinyin deal with the spilled coffee stains on the stage, and then went back to work.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning.

Fu Chuanyuan had just finished his work and remembered that he hadn't taken a shower yet, so he took his clothes and went to the bathroom.

Zhao Yin was awakened by the desire to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, so he walked out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom in a daze.

There was the sound of running water in the bathroom, but Zhao Yinyin rushed in as if he couldn't hear it.

When he first turned the doorknob, Zhao Yinyin couldn't open the door. Perhaps he was stimulated by the door, so Zhao Yinyin directly took out the key hanging on the side to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened and entered, there was a hazy and indistinct mist floating in the air.

Zhao Yinyin walked in out of habit, and bumped into a "wall" suddenly, causing tears to burst out of her eyes in an instant.

"Ah, why did you reach the wall here?" Zhao Yinyin groped on the "wall" subconsciously.

This move made Fu Chuanyuan almost unable to hold back his inner desire.

Especially at this time, Zhao Yinyin was still wearing pajamas, which looked like he was wearing no small clothes underneath.

Fu Chuanyuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down twice unconsciously, and his eyes gradually became darker.

The more Zhao Yin touched it, the more suspicious he became. Is this a wall? Why does it feel warm to the touch?
Zhao Yinyin's hands kept coming down, and suddenly, Fu Chuan had no time to stop, and she pulled down the bath towel around his lower body.

The man's dignity was instantly exposed in the air.

Fu Chuanyuan's face turned dark, he grabbed Zhao Yinyin's hand, bent slightly, and picked up the bath towel that slipped on the ground with the other hand.

At this time, Zhao Yinyin woke up suddenly and opened his eyes completely.

Fu Chuanyuan didn't even have time to put on the towel, so Zhao Yinyin showed him everything.

In an instant, the ambiguous and hot atmosphere became awkward.

Seeing such an impactful scene, Zhao Yin was so frightened that she turned around hastily. Before she could speak, she felt a sense of moistness gushing out of her nose.

Bright red blood dripped from the nose, dripped onto the tiled floor, mixed with water and dispersed.

Zhao Yinyin directly covered his nose and ran out of the bathroom.

Fu Chuanyuan stood there with a gloomy face. After a while, he calmly put on the towel again.

(End of this chapter)