Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 41. Chapter 41.
Jiang Chuchu's expression was alert and vigilant, but in Xu Yu's eyes at this moment, she was extremely pure.

This is the ultimate temptation brought about by the extreme contrast - it can be seen from the lingering eyes of the handsome guy on the other table who keeps looking this way even though he has a girlfriend.

After a short period of shock, Xu Yu fell silent, lowered his head and fiddled with the body of the milk tea bottle on the table, his voice was no longer as teasing as before.

"It seems that you really like that psychiatrist."

Jiang Chuchu rolled her eyes wildly, "I didn't hide it at all, okay?"

"Do you like that Uncle Wang more than you?"

Jiang Chuchu felt that Xu Yu's expression was a little unnatural, vague and vague, as if covered in a layer of fog.

She thought for a moment, then replied.

"This... can't be compared, they are different."

Xu Yu hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

"Are you... still looking for him?"

Jiang Chuchu puffed up her cheeks, and the straw was inserted into the milk tea to make bubbles.

"I'm looking for it, of course I'm looking for it... Last month someone said that they saw a person who met the requirements in Kyoto. I've already hired someone to find out the news. It should be confirmed soon."

Xu Yu remained silent and did not answer.

On the weekend, Jiang Chuchu excitedly prepared a new set of painting tools, and planned to take them to her work place tomorrow, but just after returning home, she received a call from Liu Yan.

Liu Yan's tone sounded apologetic.

"Chuchu, I have an urgent matter here. I have to go to the capital. I don't know when it will be finished. The studio is temporarily closed, so I promised you to come to work with me. Maybe you have to wait."

Jiang Chuchu froze for a moment, feeling a sense of disappointment inevitably surged in her heart, but she still cheered up and asked.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, senior?"

Liu Yan smiled warmly and refused.

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious, it's just a little troublesome."

After saying a few more words, and hanging up the phone, Jiang Chuchu was unhappy, and the work that came to her mouth just flew away.

Putting the brush on the cabinet casually, Jiang Chuchu suddenly remembered something——

She quickly dialed a phone number.

In a tall commercial building more than ten kilometers away, Wen Jiusi was connected to a computer and was having a remote video conference with someone in Kyoto when suddenly the phone on the table lit up.

The employees sitting neatly in the Kyoto office saw Wen Jiusi, who was still speaking seriously just now, suddenly stood up, turned his back to the camera and answered the phone.

"Hey?"

A clear male voice sounded, and Jiang Chuchu involuntarily cleared her throat.

"Doctor Wen, the internship you said you helped me find last time... it still counts."

"Of course do you need me to contact you?" The man said without any hesitation.

But Jiang Chuchu became hypocritical again, "...I rejected that job before, the professor will definitely dislike me if he finds out."

She heard the man's sure relief as she wished.

"How come, I sent some of your works, she admires you very much."

She was obviously very happy, but Jiang Chuchu still coyly asked, "When did you have my painting...why don't I know."

Wen Jiusi said, "I took a photo when you took me to your school last time."

She covered her face and paused, her voice seemed to be soaked in honey, "Oh...it's not a good work, I'm so shy when you do this, please tell me next time."

"it is good."

Listening to their signature psychiatrist and boss, who was there, making a soft assurance with someone there, the employees in the Kyoto meeting room looked at each other for a while.

When Dr. Wen communicated with his patients, his tone was very gentle, but they all knew that it was just a kind of polite care brought by his profession... But now, it always makes people feel a little more pampering.

Especially when Wen Jiusi put down the phone and turned around, there was a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

The complexion is springy.

(End of this chapter)