After leaving Feng Sujin, Tong Qianxi's mood was simply terrible.

Unable to argue and unable to argue, she could only find some comfort by sleeping.

One slept is two days.

Fortunately, Fu Zhoucheng didn't bother her, and spent most of his time in the study of his French villa.

She couldn't eat every day, so the French dietitian gave her a drip with the adjusted nutrient solution, and after two days, she was a little relieved, at least she had no problem walking.

Fu Zhoucheng also reappeared in front of her.

"Pack up and go out later."

"Where to go?"

Tong Qianxi was sitting in front of the window to watch the scenery, when she heard the sound of Fu Zhoucheng opening the door, she turned her head slightly, the breeze gently brushed the tips of her hair, and her soft side face and pointed chin were set against the background of the gorgeous flowers outside the window, and there was a kind of beauty like a work of art.

Fu Zhoucheng felt that his breathing seemed to slow down, and an imperceptible gentleness rose between his eyebrows.

He gave a rare explanation.

"Go shopping. When you come out for a walk, you can't stay in the house all the time. ”

Tong Qianxi hesitated for a moment, but still got up from the bed in front of the window.

She knew that Fu Zhoucheng had put down a lot of work by bringing her to France, although she didn't know what he thought.

A sense of conquest or guilt, that's all his business, Tong Qianxi doesn't refuse to accept this in his heart.

The place chosen by Fu Zhoucheng is very much in line with Tong Qianxi's mind, and it is all high-end galleries.

After all, it's my favorite thing, and even if you're not in high spirits, you can watch it patiently.

Tong Qianxi's body was just a little better, and she walked very slowly, and Fu Zhoucheng was not in a hurry to follow her. The two walked slowly down the long corridor, the sun shining through the dome of the cloister on the ground in front of their feet, each step like stepping on a broken diamond.

Finally, a painting hanging at the end of the cloister attracted Tong Qianxi's attention.

It is an oil painting, with a cool tone, a combination of forest and sea, and there is a feeling of depth and grandeur in it.

The price tag for the gallery is a whopping US$8 million, which is equivalent to about 50 million yuan.

Tong Qianxi stopped in front of the painting and looked at the painting for a long time, and the expression on his face became sad little by little.

Fu Zhou next to him was a little careless, and Tong Qianxi's sudden change made him take a serious look at the painting in front of him.

"Feng Sujin?" His gaze fell on the signature.

Tong Qianxi buried her head slightly, her shoulders shook slightly, and after a while, a few words popped out of her throat with difficulty, "This is the ...... I painted"

The corners of Fu Zhoucheng's eyebrows trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of playfulness.

"This is what I gave to Xiaoyue when I was in college." Tong Qianxi's mood quickly calmed down, she added lightly, and continued to walk forward.

Fu Zhoucheng paused, and many complex emotions floated in his dark eyes.

"Tong Qianxi, the painting you gave to others now appears here with someone else's name on it. You didn't even react. ”

"Huh-"

"Don't think that by putting on a detached appearance, you can hide your own confusion."

Tong Qianxi stood still for a while, but he didn't explain a word.

There seems to be an inexplicable air flow between the two, like a deep and turbulent river, so that they can never get close to each other.

Fu Zhoucheng also felt the resistance and alienation in the silence, his eyebrows slowly rose cold, his thin lips were pursed, like a curved bow, his expression became more and more indifferent, and the sunlight on his face became gloomy, as if he was about to lose his reality.

"Don't look at it! Get back! ”

He threw out a sentence and walked past her.

Tong Qianxi's heart fluttered slightly, the sadness and anger in her heart all turned into wisps of sarcasm, she took one last look at the painting hanging on the wall, turned around and followed Fu Zhoucheng outward.

He said that he couldn't know people clearly, but he wasn't lying.

His father, his friends, and his pillow man with whom he should have spent his years, the people who make up the armor and sunshine in other people's lives, are only knives and blizzards in their own lives......

Back at the villa, Fu Zhoucheng locked himself in the study, thought about it, and dialed the assistant's phone with a cold face.

"Gu Ming, immediately check the list of slimer's art exhibitions, all the paintings signed by Feng Sujin will be removed from the shelves!"

"Hey, good! How did this unlucky guy mess with you? ”

"Hmph, don't gossip about your boss, just do it!"

Gu Ming has been Fu Zhou's personal assistant since he was an adult, and the personal relationship between the two has always been good, and he usually speaks more casually, but today Fu Zhoucheng's mood is obviously not very good, and Gu Ming didn't dare to provoke him again, so he honestly asked two specific words of information and was ready to hang up the phone.

"Okay, I'll do it right away......"

Suddenly, Gu Ming's voice stopped without warning, and another deep male voice full of vitality rang out.

"Ah Cheng, I don't care where you are now, come home tonight!"

"I want to see you!"

Fu Zhoucheng's hand hung up the phone for a moment, his brows wrinkled into Sichuan characters for a moment, and the many emotions lingering in his black eyes finally turned into a touch of solemnity, and his bony fingers gently held the cold case of the mobile phone, but his voice was as flat as boiled water, "Okay." ”

The night in Leizhou is as prosperous as day, and the Fu family's villa is a nine-story building in the most prosperous area, and the office of Fu Xingzang, the current head of the Fu family, occupies the entire top floor.

"Smack-"

A mobile phone was slammed in front of Fu Zhoucheng, and Fu Xingzang's face was cold and dark, and his eyebrows were full of majesty.

Fu Zhoucheng's long figure sank into the soft leather sofa, a cigarette twisted in his fingertips, the fire was extinguished, and he reached out to pick up the mobile phone on the table, on which a video was playing.

Tong Shaowen stood among the reporters in a dusty suit, his face trembling with fat, his narrow eyes shining with shrewdness and cunning, and he looked like a small businessman in the market.

How could this fat pig give birth to a daughter as cold as Mei Rulian like Tong Qianxi?

Fu Zhoucheng didn't realize that his thoughts were a little off-topic, and Tong Shaowen on the video began to speak.

"Regarding Fu's acquisition of Shaowen Group, I think everyone may have some misunderstandings."

"My daughter, Tong Qianxi, is now the wife of Mr. Fu Zhoucheng, the CEO of Fu's family, and the legal wife for three years. Although they are both relatively low-key and less willing to let the media bother, the relationship is always there. ”

"Therefore, our cooperation with Fu Shi is far closer than everyone imagined......"

……

Fu Xingzang had already stood in front of the sofa at some point, standing in the backlight, and the shadow was cast on his son's cold face.

"Ah Cheng, explain it to me."

"What's going on!?"