Fu Xin raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then how can I really see Fan Yi himself?" ”

She could not have cured his so-called illness by words.

This point has already been arranged by Zhou Chuan.

"I recently placed him in a villa in the western suburbs, and arranged for two nannies to take care of him, if you can, I hope you can move over so that you can directly observe his condition, Miss Gao, can you think about it?"

Gao Qing, that is, Fu Xin, nodded quickly.

"Okay."

Zhou Chuan's efficiency was very fast, and after Fu Xin's luggage was taken downstairs directly, he saw the car he sent someone to pick up.

In some ways, Zhou Chuan himself is indeed very business-minded, with industries all over the capital, and there is so much money that others can't imagine.

To help him, she only needs to listen to his arrangements, and he arranges all the trivial things in life to perfection, and all she has to do is enlighten Fan Yi.

To be honest, before meeting Fan Yi, Fu Xin was bottomless.

was described by Zhou Chuan like that, she suspected that she was going to see a psychopath, and when she saw her, she could throw the paint plate on her face, maybe she was still a decadent old man and a young master of the Zhou family.

But it turns out that Zhou Chuan's rhetoric is indeed exaggerated.

When Fu Xin saw Fan Yi, he was sitting in the back garden of the villa painting.

The sun was shining, and all she could see was his back in a wheelchair and the paintings on the drawing board.

Fu Xin vaguely saw the picture on the drawing board - he painted the beauty of this garden with extremely brilliant colors.

However, when Fan Yi heard the footsteps, his hand immediately stopped.

After that, Fu Xin watched him stir up the paint, the brush was stained with paint, and without hesitation, he scribbled on the drawing board, and the beautiful scenery that could be vaguely seen instantly turned into a strange lump of paint.

Fu Xin knew almost at that moment that he did it on purpose.

It's not that he can't paint good works, just like Zhou Chuan said, he studied art, he has his basic skills, but he just doesn't want to show it, and he obstructs his eyes in front of Zhou Chuan with scribbles.

"Are you Miss Gao?" His voice was flat and soft, without a hint of undulation, like a machine's programmed voice, but it was actually very nice.

Fu Xin walked up to him and replied, "Just call me Gao Qing." ”

She only glanced at his painting for a moment, then turned her gaze to his face.

Fan Yi looks like he is in his early twenties, his facial features are clean, his complexion is fair, his ears are short and his hair is slightly curly, he is quite artistic, and although his eyes are not bright, they are like dusty pearls, which will be rejuvenated after being wiped away.

He said lightly: "The weather is very good today, if you want to blow the wind, it's not bad, there is a stool under the tree, you can move it over and sit next to me." ”

"Okay."

Fu Xin breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, this person was not inaccessible, on the contrary, he was quite face-saving and could take the initiative to talk to her, which avoided embarrassment for her.

She moved a stool and sat not far from Fan Yi, and said, "Mr. Zhou said you..."

He picked up: "Say I'm sick, right?" ”

"Ah, I mean your legs." Fu Xin glanced at him and the wheelchair he was sitting in, "Didn't the hospital check out anything, how could it not go?" ”

"Who says seeing is believing? But I really can't go, I didn't lie to you. ”

He smiled very clearly, glanced at Fu Xin with his eyes, and suddenly fell into the words.

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