Chapter 404 Dual Personality Artist ([-])
"Huh?" Fu Xin was taken aback, "I didn't say anything, probably?"

She didn't know what happened to Fan Yi's family, at most she knew that his parents divorced, and then his mother married Zhou Chuan, and Zhou Chuan was very rich - if that was the case.

Fan Yi has a bottom line in his heart.

"Then do you want to hear a story? It's a bloody story."

He actually doesn't like to talk about his family's affairs with outsiders, but for some reason, seeing Fu Xin who is about the same age, he wants to say all the things buried in his heart. Anyway, Zhou Chuan has long known his grievances, even if she It wouldn't do any harm to him if he got cold feet and told Zhou Chuan everything he said.

Of course Fu Xin would be happy to do so.

He said as he tinkered with his paint again.

"You may not know that Zhou Chuan is my father's younger brother."

The opening remarks made Fu Xin completely confused, and all he could think about was "f*ck".

So after his mother divorced his father, she married his father's younger brother?
How ridiculous!
Her reaction was within Fan Yi's expectation.

He smiled gently, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, his lips moved slightly, and he continued.

"Zhou Chuan and my father are not biological brothers, he is the picked child. There were too many poor people in those days, and they had to give away their children if they couldn't afford them. Some cruel parents just threw their children by the side of the road, but my grandfather was kind. , Seeing his pity, I took him home."

It's just picking up a white-eyed wolf.

"The later stories were all told by my parents. It is said that under the care of my grandfather, Zhou Chuan ate well, dressed well, and had whatever he wanted, but he was jealous of my father, and the things he picked up were always inferior to his own. , At some point, my grandfather had to admit that he subconsciously treated my dad better, but he didn't treat Zhou Chuan badly, and even respected him very much, because he was not his own, so he couldn't beat or scold him, maybe This is the basic quality in my grandfather's concept."

After hearing this, Fu Xin raised her eyebrows and asked, "Your family has been rich since your grandfather's generation?"

"Well, if you build a house in the capital, even if it's a vacant lot in the capital, it's now turned into a mountain of gold and silver."

How can I call it "somewhat"? It can simply be described as having a huge fortune.

The Fan family, which has a wealth of wealth, did not escape the bloody plot of property division after decades. After his grandfather passed away, he gave most of the property to his father, and only the remaining part was given to Zhou Chuan. But even if It is that part, and it is also the one or two hundred million that is said to be enough for a lifetime of extravagance and extravagance in a first-tier city.

When Fu Xin heard this, her heart froze at first. He was only halfway through the story, but as far as she knew so far, Zhou Chuan's properties were all over the capital, which meant that part of his father's assets ended up being lost. into the hands of Zhou Chuan
But he didn't say anything further for a long time.

Fu Xin couldn't help asking: "And then?"

"Then--"

He turned his wheelchair and adjusted it to a better position, with a gentle smile on his face. For a moment, he and the garden merged into a beautiful scene.

"Then I won't tell you."

Fan Yi turned to look at Fu Xin, his brows and eyes slightly curved, the breeze brushed past his ears, curled up his hair, and brushed past his lips, as if bringing the fragrance of flowers to his lips, even the scent was permeable. With temptation.

"The queen in One Thousand and One Nights is also like this. I only tell a little story every day, so that you can't wait to come to me the next day."

(End of this chapter)

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