Fu Xuan turned around, Liu Qingqing put down the telegram and asked curiously, "Call Chen Jitang?" ”

The phone was just connected, Fu Xuan had to nod at her, and said to the phone: "Hello, I'm Fu Xuan, is Commander Chen here?" ”

After answering affirmatively on the phone, it quieted down, Liu Qingqing stood aside but couldn't hear the sound, Liu frowned, the big guy spoke in such a small voice? I had to step forward and stick to Fu Xuan, with my cheek against the phone.

Fu Xuan slowly stroked her back with one hand, and a deep voice came from the phone: "I'm Chen Jitang." ”

After saying hello, he began to tell Chen Jitang about his plan, and Chen Jitang asked some doubts from time to time. Liu Qingqing listened, and was tired of standing, so he directly held him with both hands and listened in his arms.

In the end, Chen Jitang finally expressed his attitude: "The Guoshu Pavilion will be disbanded, but the Guoshu will not be disbanded, Mr. Fu's idea is very good, I support it." ”

"Okay, then thank you Commander Chen." Now that the big guy has already made a decision, Fu Xuan didn't want to say more, so he hung up the phone after a few polite sentences.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Liu Qingqing immediately let go of his hand and came out of his arms, Fu Xuan laughed when he saw this, and pretended to be sad and said: "Alas, it turned out that I was holding me to listen to me talk to the big guy." ”

Although Liu Qingqing is thin-skinned, he must be upright when he fights back, no, he must be strong if he is not straight, otherwise Fu Xiaoxuan will go to the sky, and immediately snorted:

"I'm afraid that you will be rejected by the big guy, and then I feel cold, so I want to hug you and warm up in advance."

Speechless, Fu Xuan put on a jacket of a Mao suit, "I'll go out and discuss it with the boxers in the north for the last time." ”

"Don't move." Commanding softly, Liu Qingqing helped him button up, and then carefully arranged the collar and corners.

Fu Xuan stood still obediently, every time he went out, Qingqing had to help him tidy up, he once asked why, she said she didn't need to wear makeup, so she spent the time saved on her little boyfriend, and the most important thing was to go out in a layout.

Looking at her serious little face at this time, Fu Xuan couldn't help but raise a hand and caress her white and tender cheeks.

My little fairy, why are you so cute...

"Huh?" Liu Qingqing looked at him strangely and stopped what he was doing.

After pinching it, he let go of his hand, and Fu Xuan diverted the topic: "After so many days of idleness, I'm going to start getting busy, my editor-in-chief, you have to work hard." ”

A pair of peach blossom eyes glanced at him, Liu Qingqing followed and diverted the topic, and asked softly, "Are you coming back for dinner tonight?" ”

"Could it be that the little fairy is going to cook today?" Fu Xuan laughed, on weekdays, Ding Lao was responsible for three meals a day, and the master had been a chef for more than 20 years, and he didn't go to the kitchen to cook some food for a day, and he felt uncomfortable.

"What does it have to do with me not being able to cook, hmph, don't you even want to eat with me?" Liu Qingqing came up with a way to crack it at once.

It's okay to ask her to cook, but it's too troublesome to light firewood, so I don't want to. In the future, if you want to go to the world of magic, just light a fire or something and wave your hand, it seems that you can turn people into animals, hum, see if Fu Xiaoxuan dares to be obedient.

"I want to eat you more than I want to eat." Fu Xuan learned from the TV, and one finger slightly picked up her little chin.

For Qingqing's question that can only answer the question of "want", drag racing is undoubtedly a better choice, this Nizi is thin-skinned, and can only accept that she takes the initiative to drive, and every time she is raced by him, she will blush. The next thing should be to tell him to get out of here, right?

Why is this topic again, compensate him first? Liu Qingqing's ghost blurted out in a daze:

"Now, I'll give you a bite first."

After saying that, she turned her face sideways, her white cheeks facing him, and a handkerchief quietly conjured in her hand. But she immediately regretted it, why did she have such thoughts? It's so stupid, it's stupid, but why doesn't he want to take it back in his heart, he's hurrying up......

Hearing this Nizi's words, Fu Xuan was slightly stunned, and saw the handkerchief in her hand again, this Nizi was so straightforward that she really couldn't guess what this little stupid cute was thinking.

Ignoring the urging eyes she glanced at, he just pecked her cheek lightly, extremely soft and lovely, and whispered in his ear:

"I'm afraid I'll bite it."

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the door, "I'll be back for dinner." ”

Well, with a soft mutter, Liu Qingqing sat back in the chair and lay on the desk in a daze, why did he think of compensation just now?

Maybe... Perhaps, forget it, anyway, Fu Xiaoxuan is hers, let's write a novel when I have time, finish "Hui Ming" first, and then write "Those Days in the Tang Palace", but it seems that "The Empress's Personal Master" is better......

……

More than an hour later, Guangzhou.

Fu Xuan drove to the door of a courtyard that he had set up to house the northern boxers who were going south to spread their arts.

The gate of the courtyard was open, and four or five boxers were practicing martial arts in the courtyard, and they all stopped when they saw Fu Xuan walking in.

"Good afternoon, masters." Fu Xuan hugged his fist and said hello.

"Hello Mr. Fu." Several boxers immediately hugged their fists in return, and there was no unwelcome in their tones, and they were righteous.

A white-bearded boxer commanded the young man beside him, "Go and call everyone over." ”

With a word of promise, the young man trotted out.

"Is Curator Wan still there?" Fu Xuan looked at the east wing where Wan Laisheng lived, and there seemed to be no movement inside.

A boxer with a scar on his face replied: "In the morning, he went to see Chen Jitang, and knew that the Guoshu Pavilion could not be run, so he packed up at noon and went north first. He is still young, and we have seen a lot of this kind of battle every day, and the troubled times are at the head. ”

Nodding, Fu Xuan didn't reply, everyone has the right to choose.

After a while, all the northern boxers came to the courtyard, which consisted of several courtyards and was inhabited by more than twenty boxers.

Fu Xuan stood in front of the door of the east wing, and all the boxers stood in all directions, all looking at him, thinking about it, and he said slowly:

"I think Director Wan has already told you all about the situation, the Liangguang Guoshu Museum is indeed unable to continue, as for the reason, you should all understand that it was Mr. Li Renchao who single-handedly created the Guoshu Museum. Now that Director Wan has gone north, I don't know what you all have in mind? ”

Among all the boxers, the white-bearded old man is the oldest, and his status is naturally the most respected.

"Without the support of Mr. Fu's sufficient funds, the Guoshu Pavilion would not have been able to prepare so smoothly, and we still recognize Mr. Fu's ability. We have all considered the martial arts school you mentioned, but this school is destined to be a loss-making business, I wonder if you have a long-term consideration, Mr. Fu? ”

It seems that they are worried that it will not last long, although he is not bad for money, but who said that the martial arts school must lose money, Fu Xuan smiled slightly:

"Don't worry, I promise you that you will not be in arrears. Besides, other schools may lose money, but our martial arts school is not necessarily, everyone can rest assured that the school will start and finish well. ”

After listening to his words, everyone began to talk to each other in whispers, still seemingly hesitating.

Born in troubled times, where is the place of stability, some people wander at will, and some people are cautious with every step.