On the Routine of President Wen

Half a month later, Fu Yihuan got on the plane to country J, sat down in the first class cabin, and was about to take off his sunglasses, when he saw a tall man with a sullen face, sitting down next to him in silence up.

Immediately froze by the cold air of the man, swallowing silently, Fu Yihuan decisively pushed back the half-picked sunglasses.

Here we come, the chance meeting on the plane, Mr. Luo Heng, the CEO, appears again!

Fu Yihuan had an intuition that something must happen during this flight...

Thinking of this, Fu Yihuan turned his head secretly, and glanced at Luo Heng beside him out of the corner of his eye. He was sitting upright at this moment, with his arms folded, and he was taking a nap with his eyes closed, his thin lips slightly pursed, and his face expressionless.

Handsome is still handsome, but the cold aura on his body is really terrifying.

Fu Yihuan gradually felt dizzy, and then felt a little nauseous, his stomach twitched, a bitter and sour taste rose from his throat, and cold sweat even broke out on his forehead and back.

Fu Yihuan, who seldom gets motion sickness, seasickness, and motion sickness, once again understands what it feels like for those people who are alive and well under the car, and paralyzed to death on the seat as soon as they get in the car. They don't want to move and dare not move. Feel like I'm going to spit it out.

No need to think about it, the system must be acting like a monster.

After bumping again, Fu Yihuan hiccupped, his stomach acid flooded, and he was about to vomit.Frantically reaching out his hand to search for the vomit bag in the pocket next to the seat, but he couldn't find it no matter how hard he tried. Fu Yihuan simply turned around and reached into the pocket next to Luo Heng's seat.

Got it!

Fu Yihuan took out the vomiting bag and was about to open it, but the breakfast in his stomach rushed out unexpectedly, "vomit~"

Seeing the appalling scene on Luo Heng's expensive suit pants, and smelling the perverted spicy pancake fruit smell quickly spreading in the air, Fu Yihuan couldn't hold it back, and vomited on Luo Heng.

Inwardly, he gave Mr. Rabbit a middle finger: "What the hell plot, just toss me blindly!"

『Surprise, attack unprepared.Only in this way can the president remember you! 』

"Hating someone is often easier than loving someone."

After vomiting out the contents of his stomach, Fu Yihuan finally felt at ease. He pulled up the hem of Luo Heng's suit jacket and wiped the corners of his mouth, sighed secretly, and raised his head to look at Luo Heng.

Before he could see Luo Heng's face, Fu Yihuan's eyes lit up, Luo Heng took off his sunglasses with a "snap" and threw them under the chair, and with a "click", they were trampled to pieces.

Fu Yihuan, whose chin was clenched, glanced at the messy sunglasses, swallowed, didn't think about it, choked on the spicy taste left by the perverted spicy pancake fruit, and gave Luo Heng who was close at hand a meal Coughing violently, Luo Heng's already gloomy face turned livid.

Fu Yihuan knew that the smell he coughed up must be very unbeautiful.I'm afraid the plot is going to develop into a sadomasochistic relationship...

After finally slowing down, Fu Yihuan tried to push away the hand that was pinching his chin, but of course he failed, so he had no choice but to lie on Luo Heng's lap, and said lightly, "Sorry, no hold back."

God knows, hearing the sound of Luo Heng grinding his back molars, Fu Yihuan almost wanted to kneel down and beg to let him go, but that was too cowardly, and he had to pretend to be forced when he was in trouble!

After staring at each other in silence for a while, Luo Heng snorted coldly, let go of the hand that was restraining Fu Yihuan's chin, turned his head and called out to a young man who was sleeping soundly across the aisle: "Zhao Bo!"

Zhao Bo shivered instantly, jumped up from the chair, and responded repeatedly: "Yes, Mr. Luo, what do you need?"

"Get a new suit out of my suitcase."

Hearing this, Zhao Bo was a little confused, the moment he stepped out of the seat, he saw all kinds of vomit on Luo Heng's pants, his face turned pale immediately, and he asked tremblingly: "Luo Heng... Mr. Luo, what...what's going on?"

"Second Master Fu, I can't hold it back." Luo Heng said through gritted teeth while staring at the back of Fu Yihuan's head.

Being able to clearly feel a pair of flaming eyes staring at him, Fu Yihuan sensibly chose to ignore the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, why bother to look back at something that shouldn't be seen?Am I right?

After getting off the plane, Fu Yihuan followed the reception staff out of the airport gate, and when he got on the shuttle bus and opened the window to take a breath, he met Luo Heng who was about to get into the car.

Although it was just a glance, Fu Yihuan felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart. He saw... disgust in Luo Heng's eyes. In the past two system worlds, Luo Heng had never shown such emotion to Fu Yihuan.

Even speaking, to Fu Yihuan, Luo Heng has always been like a fly... Oh no, this metaphor seems to be saying that he is Xiang, correct me, Luo Heng has always been like an attentive little bee, always flying up and down around him , and collect honey from time to time.

Although it often made Fu Yihuan feel uncomfortable, the feeling of being loved and loved was much better than being looked down upon now.

Sigh, I don't know how much Fu Ke and Fu Yaya, the ambitious brothers and sisters, fanned a storm in front of Luo Heng, lit a few fires, and forced the CEO to leave so many people with Fu Yihuan, who is not officially in contact with him. impression.

Obviously the person who ran away with Luo Heng when he was a child and even saved his life was Fu Yihuan, the person who should be loved and cared for was also Fu Yihuan, and the person who captured Luo Heng twice was even Fu Yihuan.

It's all the system's fault, it's too poisonous, every world has the same president shell, if this continues, feelings will be revealed!

Fu Yihuan leaned on the car window and showed a toothache expression. This kind of cabbage, which he has worked so hard for a long time, was forcibly given away to pigs, just like the green energy saved by a certain treasure. The feeling that the alarm clock was stolen on time is the same.

After all, it is one of the biggest competitions in the world, so naturally the most luxurious hot spring hotel in the area will be arranged for the contestants.In addition to the contestants, the hotel also housed many journalists, collectors and other big names.

After Fu Yihuan comfortably soaked in the hot spring, he picked up the competition introduction and read it.

Although "ART" is in the name of a competition, it should be said to be a charity auction exhibition. At that time, all paintings will be hung in the exhibition hall, and collectors from all over the world will bid to buy the paintings they like. The same painting with the highest price wins, and all the money sold will be donated to world charity organizations, and the ranking of the competition will be determined by the selling price of the painting.

Even if Fu Yihuan became famous because of this work, it doesn't mean that everyone knows about him. In addition, works that can participate in such a large-scale competition will not be fuel-efficient, so the fairness of the competition can still be guaranteed.

In Fu Yihuan's opinion, the word "fairness" still feels a little guilty. Not to mention the power of the golden finger of the protagonist's halo, he is the champion.

After arriving at the art exhibition, seeing the paintings in full bloom in the huge exhibition hall, and then looking at the dazzling yellow "My Day", Fu Yihuan couldn't bear to look directly at it, but just under "My Day" was crowded with people, and the praises were overwhelming It swept over, and he had the urge to rush up and slap everyone, asking "Do you have eyes?"

"You are Fu Yihuan, right?" Suddenly a vigorous and powerful voice came from beside him.

Fu Yihuan was stunned, and looked at the person who was wearing a gray suit, with silver-white hair combed neatly, with a smile on his calm and prestige face, and an expensive wooden crutch in his right hand, The left hand was carefully supported by a young man.

The young man also looks like a college student, with a warm and hearty smile on his face, a pair of peach blossom eyes full of appreciation, dressed casually, and looks like a casual person.

"Luo Weiming, the founder of the Luo family, Luo Heng's grandfather, likes to travel around the world after retirement, likes to collect, and is very protective of everything he likes. He is stubborn and rigid, and has the highest status in the Luo family. 』

"Luo Cheng, Luo Heng's younger brother, has a good relationship with Luo Heng. He has received education abroad all year round. He is easy-going, likes to make friends, is good at Muay Thai, and especially likes people with an artistic temperament. I fell in love with you at first sight." 』

Knowing the identities of the two, Fu Yihuan nodded, stretched out his hand, and said, "Hi, Mr. Luo, and Mr. Luo. I am Fu Yihuan."

"You recognize us?" Luo Cheng looked a little surprised.

Fu Yihuan smiled: "I saw the photo of the two of you on the news. I don't know what you can do for me?"

"There are a lot of people here, why don't you find a place to sit down. I want to talk to you about something." Luo Weiming held Fu Yihuan's hand tightly, looking a little excited.

After sitting down in the VIP room of the exhibition hall, Luo Weiming finally let go of Fu Yihuan's hand. He took out a photo from his pocket, handed it to Fu Yihuan, and said, "Your grandfather and I have been friends for many years. He passed away two years ago." Yes, leave this photo, so that I must find his long-lost daughter for him."

In the photo is a woman around 20 years old. Fu Yihuan remembers that he saw a photo of this woman in the room of Fu's family. If I remember correctly, she should be Fu Yihuan's biological mother in this world, but she has passed away due to illness. , then Luo Weiming can guess a little bit what he wants to say to himself.

"I searched for a long time, and found out that she passed away, and at the same time, I also knew of your existence. Fu Sheng tricked her into leaving home, but failed her. Yihuan, I can't get her back. I hope you can replace yours." Is it okay for mother to visit your grandfather?" Luo Weiming sighed.

Fu Yihuan looked at Luo Weiming, then at the photo in his hand, and said, "Okay, I will go, please trouble old Mr. Luo to tell me the address of the grandfather's cemetery, and I will definitely visit him as soon as I get back." .”

"Hey, okay, let's go together when the time comes, I should go see him after I finish the task." Luo Weiming got Fu Yihuan's promise and smiled happily.

Luo Cheng went out to answer the phone, and when he came back, he smiled and said to Fu Yihuan: "Yihuan, we have already photographed your painting, and the donation will be donated in your name."

"Ah?" Fu Yihuan blinked and asked hesitantly, "How much did you pay for the filming?"

"5000 million." Luo Cheng sat down under Fu Yihuan's astonished gaze, tapped his phone, found the official website of "ART" and handed it to him, "You are the No.1 of 'ART'."

Fu Yihuan took the phone, didn't look at the phone, just stared at Luo Yi in a daze: "Is my painting worth this price?"

Luo Cheng chuckled lightly and raised his eyebrows: "Yihuan, I'll be embarrassed if you look at me like that."

Luo Weiming, who was on the side, knocked a stick on Luo Cheng's head, blew his beard and stared and said: "Put away all your tricks, don't think I don't know your little thoughts! Also, why did you just shoot it?" Such a small amount of money? How do you do it?"

Luo Cheng pouted aggrievedly, covered his head and looked at Luo Weiming: "Grandpa, why don't you call the organizer and make up another 5000 million?"

Fu Yihuan quickly waved his hand: "No, no, this price is almost the same, enough...enough, really!"

I'm really convinced, these rich people don't regard money as money, and tens of millions at every turn, that is, in the president's article, if someone spends two yuan to buy this painting in reality, Fu Yihuan can't guarantee that he won't get it Qian Qian shouted angrily: "Are you fucking blind! Fifty cents!"

After being interviewed by the reporters as No.1, Fu Yihuan returned to the hotel room. He didn't even have the energy to soak in the hot spring. He went into the bathroom and planned to wash up before going to sleep.

Coming out of the bathroom, Fu Yihuan was startled when he saw the person sitting on the sofa drinking red wine: "You...how did you get in?"

"The door is open." The man put down the goblet, raised his legs, and looked at Fu Yihuan.

The author has something to say:

Thank you Lei from "Coffee", and thank you "Fang Feng Fang Fei" and "GH" for the nutrient solution, for giving you my heart~

My little bees are going to collect honey from other flowers?How can this work? ! ! !

Huan Huan has to gradually lose his mind~