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

Chapter 403 Dual Personality Artist ([-])
Fu Xin raised her eyebrows and asked, "Then how can I really see Fan Yi in person?"

It was impossible for her to cure his so-called disease with words.

Zhou Chuan had already arranged this point.

"I recently placed him in a villa in the western suburbs and arranged for two nannies to take care of him. If possible, I hope you can move there so that you can directly observe his symptoms. Miss Gao, think about it ?”

Gao Qing, also known as Fu Xin, nodded quickly.

"it is good."

Zhou Chuan's efficiency was very fast. After Fu Xin's luggage went downstairs, he saw the car he had sent to pick it up.

In some respects, Zhou Chuan himself is indeed very business-minded, his industries are all over the capital, and he has so much money that others can't imagine.

To help him with affairs, you just need to listen to his arrangements, he arranges the trivial matters of life to perfection, and all she has to do is to enlighten Fan Yi.

To be honest, Fu Xin had no idea before meeting Fan Yi.

From Zhou Chuan's description, she suspected that she was going to see a mental patient who could throw paint trays on her face when she saw her. Maybe he was a decadent gnawing old man, a playboy from the Zhou family.

But it turns out that Zhou Chuan's remarks were indeed exaggerated.

When Fu Xin saw Fan Yi, he was sitting and drawing in the back garden of the villa.

In the sunlight, she could only see his back in a wheelchair and the paintings on the drawing board.

Fu Xin vaguely saw the picture on the drawing board - he painted the beauty of the garden with extremely brilliant colors.

However, when Fan Yi heard the footsteps, his hand immediately stopped.

After that, Fu Xin just watched helplessly as he stirred the paint into a ball, dipped the paint on the brush, and scribbled on the drawing board without hesitation. pigment.

Fu Xin knew almost at that moment that he did it on purpose.

It's not that he can't draw good works, as Zhou Chuan said, he studies art and has his basic skills, but he just doesn't want to show it, and even scribbles to hinder him in front of Zhou Chuan. Eye.

"Are you Miss Gao?" His voice was flat and soft, without any ups and downs, like a voice set by a machine, but it was actually very nice.

Fu Xin walked up to him and replied, "Just call me Gao Qing."

She glanced briefly at his painting before turning her gaze to his face.

Fan Yi looks like he is in his early 20s. His facial features are clean, his complexion is fair, his ear-length hair is slightly curly, and he has a sense of art. Although his eyes have no sparkle, they are like pearls covered with dust, just waiting for someone to wipe them. Will be rejuvenated.

He said lightly: "The weather is fine today. If you want to enjoy some fresh air, it's not bad. There is a stool under the tree. You can move it over and sit next to me."

"it is good."

Fu Xin heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately, this person was not indifferent, on the contrary, he was kind enough to save face by talking to her on his own initiative, which saved her from embarrassment.

She moved a stool and sat not far from Fan Yi, and said, "Mr. Zhou said you"

He picked up the words: "You say I'm sick?"

"Ah, I want to talk about your legs." Fu Xin glanced at him and the wheelchair he was sitting in, "Didn't the hospital find out nothing, why can't you walk?"

"Who says seeing is believing? But I really can't go, I didn't lie to you."

He smiled clearly, glanced at Fu Xin with his eyes, and said those words.

After a while, he asked again: "Has Zhou Chuan told you about our family?"

(End of this chapter)