An Qingge frowned slightly, what did this man want.

"Are you going to go on like this?" Fu Yunchen was watching An Qingge from the side just now, and he naturally saw that An Qingge's expression had changed since he appeared.

An Qingge turned his head and looked at Fu Yunchen.

Fu Yunchen pushed the wheelchair in front of An Qingge.

An Qingge sighed slightly in his heart: "Is there anything wrong with the young master?" ”

"This is the first time we've spoken since that incident." Fu Yunchen replied non-sensitively.

He stared at An Qingge's face, not wanting to miss a little of her emotions from An Qingge's face.

But when An Qingge heard Fu Yunchen's words, he didn't show irritability and unhappiness, but showed a puzzled expression: "Is there anything wrong with this?" ”

Fu Yunchen spoke again: "How long do you want to make trouble, even if you continue to have a cold war with me, you can't leave here." ”

But when Fu Yunchen said this, An Qingge was even more puzzled: "What kind of cold war, when did I have a cold war with the young master." ”

Fu Yunchen: ........

For a while, the atmosphere was stiff.

After a while, Fu Yunchen spoke: "Then why don't you talk to me these days." ”

Fu Yunchen didn't know what was wrong with him, how to get entangled in this problem.

An Qingge said honestly: "I can talk to the young master, we are people from two worlds, I am not interested in your things, young master, and the young master will not be interested in me, and I don't like to talk in the first place." ”

"What do you like?" Fu Yunchen spoke directly.

This question asked An Qingge, what should she say.

Fu Yunchen looked at the woman in front of him, he really felt stupid now, why did he spend the past few days because of this incident.

"Write, draw." An Qingge picked two and didn't feel abrupt to say it.

Fu Yunchen: ....

Can you still be a little perfunctory?

However, he followed An Qingge's words: "Actually, I like it too, if you like it, we can be together, and I will accompany you." ”

Why did An Qingge think that this Fu Yunchen was so wrong, he actually wanted to accompany her to write and paint.

What the hell is wrong with this Fu Yunchen.

Wouldn't you still doubt her, after this thought appeared in An Qingge's mind, An Qingge felt that it made sense.

At the same time, I also felt that this Fu Yunchen was too bad, she helped him get beaten, it has only been a few days, and the guilt is gone.

"Push me to the study, I'll accompany you to write." Fu Yunchen spoke.

An Qingge walked behind Fu Yunchen and pushed his wheelchair.

However, after pushing for a while, An Qingge stopped: "Young master, where is the study." ”

When Fu Yunchen heard this, he turned his head slightly and looked at An Qingge.

An Qingge's face was full of doubts.

He withdrew his gaze, and then gave An Qingge the way.

An Qingge pushed Fu Yunchen to the study, and pushed Fu Yunchen to the desk, and then quietly stood aside.

Fu Yunchen looked at An Qingge, after she came in, she didn't look around at all, just quietly beside her.

As if she wasn't interested here.

Of course An Qingge is not interested here, her study has a collection of books collected for tens of thousands of years, more than here, why should she be interested here.

Fu Yunchen retracted his gaze, then opened the drawer and took out paper and pen: "Whatever you want to write, you can do whatever you want." As he spoke, he pushed the pen and paper in front of An Qingge.