The washroom was filled with moisture.

Fu Qinghan pinched her soft chin with one hand and propped it up to her ear with the other.

Mianmian was imprisoned between the wall and his chest, and when he breathed, he could smell the shallow fragrance of shower gel, like a mixture of cedar and sandalwood, and there was a sense of noble abstinence.

But now he only wears a bath towel......

Mianmian hugged herself nervously, her little face flushed, "Mr. Fu Fu, what do you want to do?" Let me tell you about my privacy...... Zhao Zhaozhao is still waiting for my money, money, money......"

Fu Qinghan's eyes were red, "Do you know what is the best way to block a woman's mouth?" ”

"Eat, eat, eat—"

The latter words are swallowed up!

The pupils suddenly dilated!

The man's lips are warm and cool, with the natural taste of pine nan......

She is not repellent.

Just when she subconsciously closed her eyes, the mechanical female voice in her head suddenly sounded:

"Drop - the system has detected a sad kiss, and the 'Calm Your Loneliness with My Singing' subroutine has been triggered to turn on!"

With my singing voice......

Smooth, your loneliness?!

What the hell is this!

A bad premonition appeared in Mianmian's heart.

Fu Qinghan saw that her expression was wrong, "What's wrong?" ”

Mianmian wanted to answer nothing, but as a result, a mouthful, out-of-tune singing voice echoed in the entire bathroom: "Come on, be happy, anyway, there is a lot of time~~"

She hurriedly covered her mouth!

Could it be that the so-called subprogram is to have a conversation with people through singing?!

It's too ghostly!

Fu Qinghan frowned, "Jiang Mianmian, what do you want to do?" ”

Mianmian continued to sing: "I want to fly to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun~~"

Fu Qinghan's face was full of words, "What did you do to the program?" ”

"I just captured a few demons, and I subdued a few demons, why are there so many ghosts~~~ Eat my grandson first!"

After singing with tears in her eyes, she hated to kill herself with a knife!

It's a shame, isn't it!!

Fu Qinghan's lowered Danfeng eyes couldn't see what kind of emotion it was, but the corners of his mouth quickly pulled up.

Mian Mian affectionate: "Your smile is like a vicious dog, knocking my heartstrings ~~~"

Fu Vicious Dog Light Han lifted Mianmian with an expressionless face and carried her out of the bedroom.

The bedroom door was slammed shut.

Mianmian banged on the door desperately, "Mr. Fu, I-sing love songs with you, watch the most beautiful fireworks, lady, aha!" Lady, aha! Lady, aha! Lady ......"

Continuous:...... She couldn't seem to stop.

Live with a smile :)

She couldn't get her jewelry back, and stood there for a moment, her gaze falling on the end of the hallway.

She likes to paint, Mr. Fu specially instructed Zhang's mother to prepare a studio for her, the studio hung many of her works during this time, the most outstanding of which is a classical oil painting, copying Van Gulla's famous work "Woman Sprinkled Water", the canvas and paint are deliberately distressed, even if you hold a magnifying glass and observe carefully, it is still delicate and vivid and difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

The ghost took a picture of the painting with his mobile phone.

She landed on the global online platform "Kyushu Tianxia" and hung up the oil painting photos.

She remembers that Van Goula's work had been sold for $20 million by a mystery buyer many years ago, and was never heard from since.

Now that it has reappeared on the market, even if it may be a fake, there will definitely be many people who are willing to ask the price.

Mianmian sat on the carpet with her phone in her arms, and it didn't take long to receive several letters from anonymous buyers.

She carefully sifted through it for a while and found that the highest bidder was actually in Los Angeles!

The girl was so excited that she hurriedly made an appointment with him to discuss the meeting and deal.

The next day, Jiang Mianmian got up early in the morning.

She sat at the rosewood dining table, drinking porridge while staring at her phone and typing.

She plans to tell buyers that her painting is fake, but even if it is fake, her painting can be sold for tens of thousands of dollars in the antique market, which can pay for part of Grandma Xue's medical expenses.

After typing a few lines, he deleted them one by one with hesitation.

If you tell the buyer the truth now, will the other party not want to meet her?

She hesitated, and Fu Qinghan at the end of the table frowned unhappily, "You are not allowed to play with your mobile phone during the meal." ”

"People have serious things to do, not play." Mianmian muttered and put the phone in her bag, "People are now women who are tens of thousands of women every minute......"

Fu Qinghan glanced at Mianmian.

I didn't see it for tens of thousands of minutes, but it was clear that I was idle and idle.

"I'm full." Mianmian wiped her mouth, got up and picked up her bag, "Goodbye Mr. Fu, I'm going to talk about business." ”

She left under Fu Qinghan's gaze.

Zhang's mother cleaned up the table and said with a smile: "Miss Mianmian has also begun to learn to talk about business, but she is really capable." By the way, the third master, the old lady has been asking me about you and Miss Mianmian these days, she has seen Miss Mianmian's photos, and she likes it very much. ”

Fu Qinghan drank coffee in silence.

Zhang's mother said seriously: "Didn't the old lady look for you a while ago?" It is said that the daughter of the Qi family will come back from studying abroad next month, and she may fly directly to Los Angeles City to hold an art exhibition here. She said that if you don't mean that to Miss Mianmian, you can also try to develop with Miss Qi......"

She carefully observed Fu Qinghan, and the other party's eyes were lowered and she couldn't see any emotion.

She could only retreat with a sad face.

Fu Qinghan put down the coffee cup.

The woman he loved in his life had passed away, and it was impossible for him to accept another woman.

He got up and loosened his tie, "Go to the company." ”

Uncle Ying reminded, "Little Third Master, today is the weekend......"

Fu Qinghan did not stop.

Uncle Ying stared at his back and sighed softly.

On the other side, Jiang Mianmian came to the bustling business district with the wrapped oil painting.

I found an appointment in the café, and sure enough, there was a young man who was sitting by the window wearing a black T-shirt and holding a rose according to the message.

She stepped forward with a smile, "Hello, you are the ...... in 'Kyushu World' The First Emperor...... Your Majesty...... ......"

A smile froze on his face.

This man is Qin Muxiao?!

It was as if a sharp arrow had hit her heart, and she even heard "first... Blood".

Qin Muxiao slowly raised his head and raised his eyebrows when he saw Mianmian.

Glancing at the picture scroll held by the girl, his thin lips hooked a clear arc, "Re-introduction, I am the 'First Emperor' in the Kyushu world, and I am also the 'Emperor Qin' in your WeChat." ”

Mianmian's pupils shrank, "Emperor Qin who deceived me of a thousand yuan?!" ”

Qin Muxiao smiled and nodded.

Mianmian: "......"

Another arrow struck her in the heart.

Double.. Kill！

Double Kill!

Qin Muxiao was very interested, "I was originally very interested in Van Goula's paintings, but I didn't expect that the person who sold the paintings turned out to be you." Jiang Mianmian, is it the real thing in your hand? ”

Mian hesitated, "It's a fake that I copied, but I can give it to you at the price—"

Qin Muxiao took out his mobile phone and pressed a few keys.

Mianmian wondered, "What are you doing?" ”

"Selling fake paintings is a crime of fraud, and I want to call the police."

Mianmian: "......?!" ”

Report, call the police?!

It was as if she saw countless sharp arrows coming at her!

Trible.. Kill！！

Triple kill!

The first time I met the base, I declared it a failure.

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