Quick Time Travel: The Loyal Dog and the Male God Contract Order

Chapter 402 Dual Personality Artist ([-])
Zhou Chuan was taken aback.

Suddenly, I felt that the girl in front of me was very aura.

This made him restrain his arrogance and disdain just now.

Before this, the psychological counselor had already asked the members of their family one by one, and roughly sorted out a piece of information.

But what Fu Xin wanted to know was whether this stepfather had a prejudice against his stepson in his heart, so he said the words "he is sick".

After all, seeing Zhou Chuan's furious appearance, her impression of him was not much better.

After she finished speaking kindly, Zhou Chuan was finally willing to calm down, and sat on a chair to start talking about his stepson.

"He's an art student."

"Painting, you know, it's just random smearing of those messy paints on the drawing paper."

Hearing this, Fu Xin frowned slightly.

What do you mean by just smearing messy paint on the drawing paper?
When Zhou Chuan said this, she only felt that the people in front of her were insulting art.

Zhou Chuan had been waiting for her reaction for a long time, and when he saw her frown, he knew that he had aroused her curiosity, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his tone: "You must be curious about why I said that. Indeed, those who are engaged in art People can draw excellent paintings, at least in front of a layman like me, the people they draw also have noses and eyes, and they can see past, not like Fan Yi."

He hooked his lips and sneered.

"Taking graffiti as a career, a piece of painting is not worth a piece of steel, leaving so many design companies and not going to work at home, does he think he is the next Van Gogh!"

After the words fell, Fu Xin roughly understood that he might not be truly mentally ill, but had some psychological problems.

Is this the object of her mission this time?
She didn't intend to just listen to Zhou Chuan's one-sided words. After all, if the relationship between Zhou Chuan and Fan Yi was not good, Zhou Chuan's words might have been added after embellishment.

Zhou Chuan obviously wanted to wait for Fu Xin to be as furious as he was, and then to reprimand Fan Yi, and put all gnawing on the old people on his head.

But Fu Xin might disappoint him.

Her expression was flat, her chin was supported by her hand, and her eyes fell on Zhou Chuan from the beginning to the end, but she didn't give him the expected reaction.

Zhou Chuan choked, and the breath stuck in his throat, but she really listened very carefully, which made him unable to have an attack even if he wanted to.

With a smile on her face, she asked, "Any other questions?

"No more." Zhou Chuan adjusted his suit, and suddenly said, "There is another problem that is not a mental problem, and that is that he is disabled."

"Disability?"

Surprise appeared in Fu Xin's eyes.

But it seems nothing strange.

Zhou Chuan continued: "His legs can't walk, he can only sit in a wheelchair every day, and then he will start to graffiti on his drawing board, heh, this may be one of the reasons why he doesn't go to work , even before the leg problem, he always had a reason not to go to work sorry, I digress."

Fu Xin just raised her eyelids lightly, seeing that he was deliberately digressing and then apologized, but she didn't intervene.

Zhou Chuan continued: "We took him to the hospital for an examination, and there is nothing wrong with his legs. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be unable to walk. You know what I mean, but the fact is that no matter how many experienced people we invite It's useless for the doctor to help him walk, he can't even stand up from the wheelchair, he's a waste now."

The tone is flat, but the words are fierce.

It appears that he's unhappy with his stepson, not 01:30.

(End of this chapter)