Fan Jiaxun didn't know what to say to Lu Zichuan, and as soon as he suddenly entered the door, he forgot all the things he had just prepared.

Xingxing wanted to come up and hug him, Lu Zichuan stretched out his arm, the child was very small, he immediately hugged it and held it in his arms.

Fan Jiaxun's refusal to say it doesn't mean that the stars don't say it, Lu Zichuan pinched his little nose: "Tell Dad, what did Coach Fan tell you?"

Fan Jiaxun finally understood something, frowned, and glared at him: "I finally understand, it turns out that every time you ask the stars about something, you actually use children?"

Lu Zichuan was thick-skinned and said with a smile: "You actually only know now? It's too late, in the eyes of the stars, you are already the same as his mother, you have a son for no reason, are you happy?"

Happy fart, Fan Jia wants to cry without tears.

Xingxing didn't want to leave after class, it was like playing in the gym for a while, playing Laipi if he didn't play, lying on the ground and rolling, Fan Jiaxun was a little incredible: "Isn't it?

"Definitely not. ”

"And who did he learn from?"

Fan Jiaxun lowered his head and asked, "Okay, okay, let you play here, tell me who you learned from about sprinkling and rolling?"

"It's Coach Fan. ”

"What?" Fan Jiaxun looked confused, but Lu Zichuan laughed.

Otherwise, this person's heart is really big, normal people will never laugh, who can bear that his son has not yet learned taekwondo with the coach, but he has learned to sprinkle first.

"It was Coach Fan who said that if I feel that something is very troublesome, I can roll on the ground, and after the fight, I feel that things are much easier to solve. ”

"I was joking. ”

Xingxing stuck out his tongue and happily ran to the side.

Lu Zichuan said: "I checked the person who beat Zheng Jiajia, it is Chen Yue, the daughter of a small nouveau riche. ”

"What about Jiang Yuchen?"

He nodded: "You guessed right, Jiang Yuchen is not the same now, the two families don't know when they developed, and the family has a big business." ”

"But I heard that Chen Yue recently went to be an art teacher, which is quite strange. ”

Fan Jiaxun: "How strange is it? ”

After Zheng Jiajia was beaten that night, Chen Yue went to find Jiang Yuchen, but he didn't expect to meet a third woman, Shen Wenlan. ”

So, that night, Jiang Yuchen planned a good hand, Chen Yue couldn't stand it when he saw Jiang Yuchen, so he stayed at the door of the hotel to chat, and after a big quarrel with Shen Wenlan, the people around him were all watching the lively eyes.

Later, he was talking to himself as a woman, and Jiang Yuchen couldn't listen to it, so he opened the door.

The boss is gone, everyone has watched a good show and dispersed, leaving Shen Wenlan alone with a small face looking at the direction of Jiang Yuchen's departure, and stomped her feet unwillingly, she is usually hypocritical and conceited, and she is a person who gloats, and one of the female supervisors who is most at odds with her walked to her side and hit her shoulder fiercely, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.

"Oh, some people really think of themselves as a character!" After speaking, he covered his mouth and left with a smile, and the angry Shen Wenlan had a blue face.

In the quiet carriage, the air conditioner was fully turned on, and the faint incense of bergamot lingered in the car, which made people feel peaceful, Jiang Yuchen closed his eyes for a long time, his thin lips opened slightly, and he said lightly.

"Go home ......"

The driver looked at him in the rearview mirror in surprise, but he didn't dare to say anything, and said "yes" respectfully.

Jiang Yuchen returned to the villa, but today it was particularly quiet, there was no trace of vitality in the silence, and the servants had already fallen asleep, for some reason, there was no light in the hall today, and the darkness was dull and dull in my heart.

Jiang Yuchen didn't alarm too many people, but the housekeeper still rushed over when he heard the sound and called the cook to make some supper, but Jiang Yuchen raised his hand to stop him.

"What about Chen Yue, are you back, you have already slept?" he unbuttoned his cufflinks, took off his blazer, handed it to the butler beside him, and asked casually.

The housekeeper and the cook looked at each other, and they didn't speak, they thought that it was the young master's intention to let the young lady leave, so no one took this step to inform the other party, but this situation is ......

Jiang Yuchen frowned, went straight upstairs, pushed open the bedroom he hadn't entered for a long time, turned on the light, and there was no one inside......

There are no Chen Yue's clothes on the hanger, there is no cosmetics that Chen Yue usually uses on the dressing table, the quilt and sheets on the bed are clean and neat, Chen Yue is afraid of the cold, but she doesn't like to wear shoes at home, so there is a carpet in the bedroom, but it has been removed at some point, and the floor is smooth and visible......

He walked to the bed, picked up the pillow and sniffed deeply, the smell of fragrant detergent was all in his nose, and there was no trace of the woman's life in this huge room.

The housekeeper stood by the door hesitantly, with chagrin on his face, it seemed that the young master didn't know about the young lady's departure at all......

"When did she leave?" Jiang Yuchen's expression was still indifferent, and he reached out to open a storage box, the storage box was simple and simple, and it didn't match this room at all, it was full of jewelry that Jiang Yuchen had given her, as well as the credit card ....... jewelry boxes that compensated her when she divorced, and the top one was the necklace he gave him on the day of marriage Chen Yue, but it seemed that Chen Yue had not even opened the package.

"Young Husband...... It's been almost a week since Miss Chen Yue left, and she walked alone in the morning without alarming anyone. The butler replied.

Jiang Yuchen's hands trembled suddenly, and he picked up a yellowed photo in the corner of the storage box, the small daisies on it were plain, but they seemed to have a deep meaning.

Jiang Yuchen's cold and indifferent expression showed a crack, and he was instantly defeated, he took a few deep breaths, the photo was tightly clenched in his fist, and when he turned around, he had already regained his calm, still deep and introverted, and casually threw the photo in his hand into the trash.

"Clean up the house, I'll sleep here tonight. ”

The housekeeper didn't dare to ask more, he didn't dare to speculate what Jiang Yuchen was thinking, but he felt sorry for Chen Yue who left, everyone thought that marrying into a wealthy family was a great blessing, but they didn't know who could know the sorrow in it......

The summer days in Manchester City are very short, and the autumn breeze is already in the blink of an eye, but the delicate urban beauties don't seem to have paid attention to the change of seasons, still leaking beautiful collarbones, extremely slender legs, stepping on high heels, still bright and moving.

Chen Yue stood under the bus stop, followed a girl who was still wearing a miniskirt with envious eyes, but she sneezed unexpectedly, and cherished her windbreaker very much.

She smelled the bursts of fragrance and neat shouts coming from the street stalls, and the crowd was crowded and anxious to catch the next bus, and she became a member of the bus crowd because the car had not been repaired in the past two days.

In the past 30 years, she never imagined that she would live such a life, ordinary but busy and fulfilling, busy with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar but able to forget all her worries.

Forced to make a living, Chen Yue found a job with the help of a friend and worked as an art teacher in a prestigious and authoritative educational institution.

Friends once laughed that Chen Yue can't speak the same language as ordinary people, and now she plays art in this business, not for fame and fortune, no matter how bad it is, but for the sake of waiting for Bole, but Chen Yue is a maverick, paper, paint, brushes, quiet environment, she has nothing to ask for, she really seems to live for art, and the rest can be left behind......

Therefore, a position as idle and unprofitable as a teacher is perfect for her......

But even the studio is not as pure and simple as friends imagined, teenage children are naughty and mischievous period, a group of art people do not like to take the ordinary path, just in the short time that Chen Yue is in class, there have been two streaking incidents, the so-called streaking is just the performance art that these children think, the body is full of exaggerated and bright oil paint, throwing birds, running around the teaching building in a circle, followed by a group of male teachers scolding and scolding chasing.

It's like eating still life in a studio and squeezing paint......

Chen Yue sat in front of the easel, holding a palette in his hand, trying his best to pick out the colors he was satisfied with, and from time to time he went down to the students to guide one or two......

"Teacher, my apple is rotten. ”

Old God Chen Yue drew a stroke on the scrap next to him, looked at the color, and pulled the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, but his tone was flat with warning.

"Don't eat it, keep drawing, show me the rotten details vividly, and I'll check it later." ”

The student whispered below, resigned to the rotten apple in his hand.

After school, Chen Yue returned to the office, the group behind the educational institution she worked for was rich and wealthy, the campus configuration was top and exquisite, even the office was simple and luxurious, her hair was pulled back at will, the gouache paint on her hands had not been washed, and even the windbreaker on her body was stained with something.

Chen Yue is no longer young, she is about to enter the thirty-year-old mark, but the years are particularly merciful to her, and she is becoming more and more elegant.

She pushed down a dinner invitation from a male teacher in the office, packed up her things and left, and was left by the director before she reached the door.

Chen Yue frowned, thinking about the dinner she had made with her friends tonight, her heart was unhappy, and she noticed the expressions of several other female teachers in the office when the director left her, and her face couldn't help but turn cold.

In fact, it was not a big deal, but the other party dragged on and insisted on keeping her for a while.

Chen Yue put it bluntly, even if his heart is strong enough, he is always procrastinating in the spiritual world, and he feels that there is a lot of things missing.

Fan Jiaxun thought: "He finally understood that there are some things that he can't ask for, so he decided to give up falling in love for the time being." ”