Being a scumbag is the pinnacle, she was pampered by Mr. Fu to the heavens

Aunt Juan and Xiaofang both said they were full, so Fang Fei paid the bill and went home as quickly as possible.

On the way back, Xiaofang drove, and Fang Fei and Aunt Juan sat in the back seat.

Aunt Juan noticed that Fang Fei was unusually silent. When she was about to get home, she moved closer to Fang Fei, took Fang Fei's hand and patted it in her palm: "Feifei, you must have your own reasons for what you did just now. Although it was a misunderstanding. , but your starting point is good, so don’t think too much about it.”

Fang Fei smiled at Aunt Juan: "Thank you, Aunt Juan, but I'm fine."

Aunt Juan could see that Fang Fei's smile was forced, and she could also see that Fang Fei was not in the mood to chat, so she stopped talking.

After returning home, Fang Fei went into the basement, and Aunt Juan cooked a cup of corn juice for Fang Fei. It was sweet and glutinous, hoping that Fang Fei would feel better after drinking it.

Aunt Juan put the corn juice on the table and went out. Fang Fei picked it up and took a sip, but once again thought of Gong Wanru's cold, distant and even disgusted eyes looking at her, the corn juice in her mouth turned bitter. .

She put down the corn juice, picked up the brush and dipped it in paint to prepare a new painting, but she couldn't find the feeling no matter how hard she started.

Finally, she picked up the paintbrush and smeared it randomly on the canvas, until the entire canvas became a dark mass.

Fu Jingchuan went down to the basement and saw Fang Fei clutching the paintbrush tightly, trembling all over and her eyes were slack and dull.

He quickly walked over, hugged Fang Fei from behind, and said with a smile, "Is this your new style work?"

Fu Jingchuan's warm embrace brought Fang Fei back to her senses. Her throat felt dry and she opened her mouth several times before she made a sound: "Stop teasing me, I've gotten into trouble."

"It's okay. It's just a waste of drawing paper. I'll buy ten boxes for you tomorrow. You can apply it however you like. It's all about having fun."

Fang Fei sighed: "That's not what I'm talking about."

"What was that? You farted secretly under the quilt when you were sleeping last night?"

Fang Fei was speechless for a while, but couldn't laugh. Fu Jingchuan rubbed her neck with his chin: "I am making you happy. Aunt Juan told me. I know what happened."

Fu Jingchuan already knew, but he wanted to make himself happy. Fang Fei turned around and looked at him: "Since you know, why can you still laugh?"

"Otherwise? Do I have to cry?"

"You should be angry, or scold me directly. After all, I am too stupid. Not only did Gong Wanru hate me completely, but it also revealed that we knew about Xie Mubai's poisoning. Xie Mubai will definitely be more cautious in the future, and may speed up his retaliation against us. process."

"It's okay, Gong Wanru is just one of the people you meet by chance on the road of life. In fact, everyone's energy is limited, and maintaining a complicated relationship is very tiring. When you stay away from her, you can have the energy to meet new people. It is good to start simple and pure communication, and it will do no harm."

Fu Jingchuan paused and then said: "As for Xie Mubai, she knows our suspicions are good. Today's incident will be used as a temptation to test and see what effect it will have. Anyway, no matter how they react, I have a plan to deal with it, so there’s no need to be afraid.”

Seeing that Fu Jingchuan was so at ease, Fang Fei felt better: "I wish I didn't cause you any trouble."

"If you really cause trouble for me, you don't have to be so nervous and uncomfortable that you lose your mind. Just like Aunt Juan's illness has improved, everything will be fine."

Fang Fei nodded, then shook her head halfway through: "But Aunt Gong doesn't have a good attitude toward me anymore, and she will probably target you as well."

"It's okay. I don't care about people who bully you."

Every girl does not need central air conditioning, but has a unique preference.

Fang Fei, on the other hand, has already received full favor from Fu Jingchuan.

Fang Fei's depressed mood eased, and she quickly thought of asking another question: "By the way, how is Uncle Xie's condition?"

"Still in the custody room."

"No signs of improvement?"

Fu Jingchuan shook his head: "Even the doctor can't tell for sure. We can only use the best medicine and take it one step at a time."

"Have you found out the cause of the car accident?"

Fu Jingchuan still shook his head: "Still checking, not so fast."

Fu Jingchuan said and took away the brush from Fang Fei's hand: "If you are not in good condition, you don't have to force yourself to paint. If you artists want to create good works, you need a happy mood and rich imagination. Why don't I let Xiaofang accompany me?" Are you and Aunt Juan going abroad to play?"

Fang Fei knew that Fu Jingchuan might be making a big move and wanted to send her and Aunt Juan away in the name of traveling.

She would not leave Fu Jingchuan here alone, so she said, "You can let Xiaofang take Aunt Juan. I have to stay at home and paint. When people's mood fluctuates greatly, it is easier to create works with a core."

Fu Jingchuan spread his hands and pointed at the canvas: "You mean this kind of work?"

Fang Fei punched him unceremoniously: "Today you are sarcastic and sarcastic towards me, but tomorrow I will be beyond your reach."

Fu Jingchuan held her fist: "Then I have to establish a good relationship with you before I can't reach you anymore."

"what?"

Fu Jingchuan bit Fang Fei's lips: "You know what I'm thinking."