Xiang Bei nodded, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, "Huan Yan, my dad is hospitalized, do you want to go back with me?" ”

"Something?" Fu Huanyan noticed the abnormality.

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Bei's face changed greatly.

Where did Xiang Bei care about the mobile phone ringing, but Fu Huanyan seemed to be affected by the voice, and he had no choice but to take the phone.

Fu Huanyan frowned and pushed him, his little face flushed, "Your phone has been ringing for a long time." ”

"Hmm!"

didn't have time to scold him, Fu Huanyan already felt light, Xiang Bei stopped her waist and picked her up, and the two fell on the sofa in the living room at the same time, their figures entangled.

Xiang Bei narrowed his eyes, his thin lips against her ear, "Eat me." ”

This girl, she's learned badly!

Fu Huanyan wiped his two hands with white flour with his clothes, and deliberately asked him, "What are you eating?" ”

Her tearful appearance was particularly attractive, Xiang Bei wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her onto the stage, kissing her earlobe with a hot breath, "Let's not have dinner......

I miss it like crazy!

Although she had made a lot of determination to separate from Xiang Bei, in the days of this year, she guarded their memories every day, and guarded the good times they had walked together, except for missing or missing.

Fu Huanyan bit her lip lightly, and there was a mist in front of her. Yes, she also felt this way in her heart, and secretly left Minghai City that day because she had no way to say goodbye to Xiang Bei!

Xiang Bei opened his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms, and there was a faint sadness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, "Fu Huanyan, I can't say goodbye to you!" Even if everyone is not optimistic about us, even if everyone wants to stop us, I can't let you leave me! ”

Standing on tiptoe to hug his shoulder, Fu Huanyan's eyes were sour, and he choked up: "Me too." ”

"I love you more." Xiang Bei leaned down his face, and his thin lips fell on the corner of her mouth and kissed lightly.

Fu Huan's lips were slightly hooked, "For the better or for the worse?" ”

"You've changed." Xiang Bei's tone was low.

This man was in a bad mood, Fu Huanyan sensitively noticed it, she raised her elbow and pushed it down, "Have something to tell me?" ”

Xiang Bei shook his head, his face buried in her shoulder.

Fu Huanyan had both hands on his face, he could only feel his two arms, and raised his head, "You're hungry, I'm moving fast." ”

"Huanyan." Xiang Bei stretched out his hand to hook her waist and hugged her into his arms.

Seeing Fu Huanyan wearing an apron and making decent movements, Xiang Bei gradually fell silent. In his impression, Fu Huanyan is a princess who can't even wash dishes, how can she ever cook with her own hands.

Xiang Bei can't get involved, he can't do such a difficult and high-level job. To say that he used to cook dumplings at most, but he didn't know anything about making dumplings.

Seeing his suspicious gaze, Fu Huanyan was unconvinced. Tonight she must show her hand and let him open his eyes, hum! Before leaving home, Fu Huanyan went to learn how to make dumplings, and she thought at that time that when she went out alone, she always had a skill. Every time she was homesick, she would go to the supermarket to buy ingredients and come back, then cook a plate of hot dumplings and eat them all with tears in her eyes.

“…… All right. Xiang Bei closed his voice, but his expression was still not quite right.

Fu Huanyan was angry, "Xiang Bei, don't eat tonight if you ask again." ”

"Really?" Xiang Bei still didn't believe it.

"Can't you?" Fu Huanyan pursed his lips, dissatisfied with his contemptuous eyes, "My dumpling making skills are very good, I guarantee that you still want to eat after eating!" ”

Xiang Bei was stunned, and asked her in disbelief: "Are you...... Do you know how to make dumplings? ”

Taking out the flour, meat, and vegetables in the bag, Fu Huanyan pointed and said, "Isn't this it?" ”

"Dumplings?" Xiang Bei raised his eyebrows, "How can there be dumplings?" ”

Fu Huanyan rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, taking out the same ingredients, "Make dumplings." ”

"What do you eat at night?" Xiang Bei stared at the things in the bag and said suspiciously.

On the way back, Xiang Bei drove the car to the supermarket first according to Fu Huanyan's instructions, and the two bought a lot of food before going home. Xiang Bei carried the bag into the door, and Fu Huanyan followed.

Fu Huanyan stared at them with his usual expression, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. The hostility is gone, right? There won't be any more fights, will we?!

"Okay!" The two men spoke in unison.

"I'll ask you." Fu Huanyan smiled, his dark eyes shining, "After this exhibition, I invite you." ”

"Talk about who should be invited to dinner?"

"What are you laughing at?" Fu Huanyan hurriedly ran over and asked.

Xiang Bei shrugged, "This is not my territory, you should be invited." ”

"Can't you invite me to dinner here?" Song Dunn is rarely joking.

Xiang Bei didn't understand for a while, "Okay, I'll invite you to dinner when I go back." ”

Song Dunn caught a glimpse of Fu Huanyan who was cleaning up his things quickly, hooked his lips and smiled, "Maybe it won't be long." ”

"When will you return to Minghai City?"

Compared with the previous hostility, Xiang Bei's attitude was obviously mild this time. Over the years, Fu Huanyan has been able to change like this, which is also the credit of Song Dunn.

"Long time no see." Song Dunen shook hands with him, and Xiang Bei was not surprised. There are many things, although she doesn't say it, Song Dunn can also see it.

Xiang Bei looked at the man behind him and took the initiative to stretch out his hand, "Long time no see." ”

"Mr. Song."

"I'll pack my things and go." Fu Huanyan looked up and smiled at him, turned around and went back to his office. She raised her eyebrows at everyone before leaving, and although everyone was reluctant, they could only disperse.

Fu Huanyan was a little uncomfortable all over, she knew that everyone must have misunderstood, but she couldn't explain this kind of thing.

"Off work?" Xiang Bei was not afraid of the gaze around him, and his demeanor was still gentle.

But now it seems...... Something doesn't seem right!

Although neither Song Dunn nor Fu Huanyan has shown anything, everyone thinks that there must be a secret feeling, and it must be a matter of opportunity or time. Everyone was still secretly planning, and when the day this exhibition ended, they would collectively gossip about it, and it was a great thing to be able to achieve a marriage!

Colleagues were shocked, and subconsciously looked at Song Dunn, and many even showed regretful eyes. These days, Fu Huanyan is running around Song Dunen, and everyone thinks that the two of them should be a couple!

"Oh." Fu Huanyan stared at the ten fingers they clasped, and his cheeks were red.

The eyes of the surrounding colleagues fell on Xiang Bei, and Fu Huanyan frowned slightly. Xiang Bei naturally took her hand and held it in the palm of his hand, and said with a smile: "Pass by." ”

"Why are you here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the door on the other side was pushed open. Xiang Bei was wearing a set of light blue casual clothes and walked over to her with a smile, "Is the work over?" ”

"Looking for me?" Fu Huanyan blinked, as if thinking of something, and subconsciously asked, "Who?" ”

The assistant trotted over and interrupted their conversation, "Someone is looking for you." ”

"Sister Fu!"

Song Dunn stood outside the painting with his hands on his chest, his black eyes fell on Fu Huanyan's side face, and the expression under his eyes was gentle.

Fu Huanyan clapped his hands and gathered everyone over, standing in the middle of the crowd to arrange work. Her voice was not high, and she floated low through the crowd.

"Come here, everybody!"

The assistant finished the bag of the two paintings, sent them back again, and ordered someone to change them again. There is still a week to go, and in terms of time, it is more than enough.

After checking the framed paintings, Fu Huanyan picked out two of them and was not very satisfied. She took it out and showed it to Song Dunn, who had the same vision as herself, and also thought that the color chosen for the frame was too dark and needed to be chosen again.

Fu Huanyan hooked her lips as she walked, this time with Dunn's hand framed the painting, she could finally rest assured.

In the past few years, Song Dunn has devoted all his energy to painting, and he has not done those things for a long time. Even the works in this exhibition are all framers from outside, and they spend a lot of money!

Just now, she was still thinking that if her paintings were to be exhibited, she would find a good framer, but she didn't expect Song Dunn to be willing to do it herself.

Fu Huanyan moved his mouth, didn't say anything later, and left the studio with someone. In fact, Song Dunn is very good at painting, and his mounting skills are also excellent. In particular, there is a lot of knowledge about what kind of painting to match with what kind of frame. In an art exhibition, what kind of frame can enhance the sight of the painting directly depends on the choice of frame.

"Yes." Song Dunn's tone was affirmative.

Song Dunn suddenly spoke, Fu Huanyan looked at the painting he was holding in his hand, slightly surprised, "You do it yourself?" ”

"I framed this painting myself."

"Just go and see it." Song Dunn always has this attitude, and everything is taken care of by Fu Huanyan. Fu Huanyan didn't say much, his mind was not on these trivial matters, and he didn't need to force anything.

She took out the white glove and put it on, turned around and asked the man next to her, "Do you want to go and have a look?" ”

"Okay." When Fu Huanyan works, he has a serious attitude.

Someone knocked on the door and came in, "Sister Fu, the batch of paintings we sent to frame have been retrieved, you can go and check them." ”

Buckle -

For this seemingly ridiculous dream, she has worked hard for more than ten years, and now she is finally waiting for an opportunity! Fu Huanyan didn't think about what the result was, maybe because she had failed too many times, she was very calm and indifferent in the bottom of her heart.

Anyone who loves painting is eager for their works to be loved and recognized by more people. That's the greatest reward for their own persistence and persistence. Fu Huanyan is no exception, her dream is to hope that one day, her own works can be hung in any corner of the world.

The man pursed his lips and smiled, "Don't worry, I say you can do it, and you will definitely not let me down." ”

Fu Huanyan's heart was sour, "I haven't succeeded in the end, don't give me a reassuring pill yet." ”

After a pause, Song Dunn looked up at Fu Huanyan and said in a deep voice: "Yan, I already knew that you would definitely succeed!" ”

"It's not me who gave you a chance," Song Dunn's gaze fell on the drawing board in his hand, "It's the opportunity you won yourself!" ”

"No, no." Fu Huanyan waved his hand, his tone obviously grateful, "Dunn, thank you for giving me the opportunity." ”

"Questions?" Song Dunn saw her staring and asked her softly.

Fu Huanyan smacked his lips, blushing a little when he said it. Don't look at Song Dunn, who usually looks very gentle, but as long as it involves things in painting, he will not be sloppy at all. Even if they have known each other for so many years, Fu Huanyan's level of painting is not up to Song Dunn's standard, and he will not give face!

Do you want to say it so ruthlessly?!

"Hmm." Song Dunn nodded, his eyes did not show any joke, "If it were your other works, I would definitely not leave you a place, but this painting is qualified!" ”

Song Dunn's words made Fu Huanyan stunned, and it took him a long time to react, "You want my paintings to be exhibited with yours?" ”

The person opposite was full of energy, Song Dunn pursed his lips, and the loneliness that flashed in the corners of his eyes quickly subsided. He stretched out his hand to take the painting, raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Huanyan, "In this exhibition, let's show this painting as well." ”

Fu Huanyan didn't care about his words, he looked down and looked at it again, and smiled approvingly, "Yes, I think it is." ”

"The best?"

The man hurriedly hooked his lips, got up and walked over to ease up, "This painting is in the best state of your year." ”

"Hehe-"

"That's right!" Fu Huanyan's whole person was in excitement, and he sank his face when he came back to his senses, "Song Dunn, what do you mean?!" ”

The man who was mixing colors turned his head and narrowed his restrained eyes, "You really painted it?" ”

Fu Huanyan put away the last stroke, pushed back half a step and looked at it carefully, and then hooked his lips with satisfaction. She walked to the next room with her sketchpad in her arms and exclaimed, "Dunn, how do you see what I'm drawing?" ”

Paris has a pleasant climate and the old streets that have kept their original appearance clean and tidy. Pedestrians weave by, adding a touch of brilliant color to this peace and comfort.