President Lu's sweet wife

Chapter 135 Chapter 135 The Temperature of Fingertips

"En." Gu Cici added a touch to the big stone in the painting.

Feng Yu glanced at it, and stopped when he was about to go. He had actually seen her paintings. After she and Mr. Lu confirmed their relationship, he deliberately read her information, and her works were among them.

She has a lot of drawings, complete and incomplete, as well as her usual homework and essays.

At present, the most amazing thing by default is the homework "Night" when she first entered the school. It is currently included in the school's collection, but people who have seen it prefer to call it "Power".

There is no grand background in the painting, and the blue and purple are black and black. She just painted a big tree in her hometown in the night, without even showing off skills or redundant descriptions, but everyone who has seen it seems to have seen this tree. From a small sapling, to the half-life of being venerated and enshrined as a god by the villagers, you may even feel that it will stop there forever, watching the sunrise and sunset, until the unpredictable will of God, and it also passes away.

Feng Yu has never been able to understand that the same tree, which looks similar in expression, is not even distorted, confused, or processed, but can be different. Where is this incomprehensible talent?

Feng Yu just took a look, but when she wrote the third pen, she stood still quietly, as if the pen in her hand had some kind of magical power, pulling you to see the direction of her pen.

There are no intertwined nodes of light and shade, and she does not consider the structure of the layout of the distance. She just adds and subtracts at will, and scribbles. Every stroke that can be made seems to follow the process of this stone being worn away by running water for many years...

It seems that in another hundred years, the first stroke she made was the appearance of this stone after it was completely wiped away. Every time she adds a stroke, the time will be closer to the present world...

Feng Yu seemed to be stunned by this weird feeling...

Gu Cici was not thinking about the painting at all, all kinds of crazy Feng Yu flashed in his mind, his face was very calm, and his wrist still instinctively drove the pen in his hand down and put it away.

It seems that the ancient rhetoric accidentally dropped the No. [-] pen that was pressed between the thumb and the palette.

Gu Cici subconsciously bent sideways.

Feng Yu wiped her breath with his cheek and got up, the pen was already in his hand.

"Thank you." Gu Cici seemed unaware of the close distance just now.

Feng Yu looked at the pen in his hand, and didn't see anything unusual in his expression, he just held the too slender pen in his hand, and he said by accident, not seeing her well: "Song Yue came here just now, and left again for some reason. "

Feng Yu pushed the pen in her hand, and the pen rolled along with the trend. The place that was pressed by her thumb just now lost its original temperature in this weather.

Gu Cici turned his head blankly and slightly melancholy, as if he just remembered this person, and the next moment his eyes returned to the painting without any abnormality, as if he forgot the existence of the pen.

Feng Yu didn't think it was enough: "The Song family is also a victim and has the right to know the truth. What's more, what they dote on is their own daughter, which is an established symbol. Whoever occupies it is that symbol. It doesn't make sense. If it were you, it would be the same. You can get the same preference that the Song family has for you." Feng Yu deliberately emphasized the word 'preference', which is a substantial benefit, aren't you tempted? "What do you say?"

Gu Ci turned back and opened his hand: "My pen."

Feng Yu looked at her palms, which showed red traces from the cold wind. Her hands didn't look good in winter, but they were small and spread there, silently telling her hardships of more than [-] years.

Feng Yu said suddenly: "Song Wanwan's assets are tens of millions." The pen was still in his hand.

Footsteps suddenly came from a distance, and the voice was anxious: "It's not good, it's not good, sir is here."

"It's broken." Gu Cici hurriedly put down the palette, not caring about pens and tens of millions of assets, and hurriedly grabbed the easel and retreated to the crane stove.

The servant who came running quickly lowered the heavy curtains on three sides of the wind pavilion.

Gu Ci quickly picked up the painting tools.

When Lu Zhiyuan walked over.

Sitting in the warm wind pavilion, next to the warm stove, Gu Cici immediately smiled at him cutely and cutely, with a voice as sweet as honey, as sweet as a person's heart: "Why are you here again, I'm going to be angry..."

Feng Yu unhurriedly picked up the brush container she had left behind, and landed it on her current position openly: "Forget about this."

Lu Zhiyuan looked around, his face suddenly sank.

Gu Ci wanted to kick Feng Yu into the lake, "Wait for me" and quickly put down the painting tools: "Chuchu, what are we going to eat tonight, I'm hungry..."

Lu Zhiyuan didn't like this, he held her hand, his fingertips were cold, Lu Zhiyuan turned around and left!
Seeing this, Gu Cici immediately chased after him, why was he angry again, and took his arm flatteringly: "Just for a while..."

Lu Zhiyuan put down her hand.

Gu Cici pulled her up again: "Chuchu, Chuchu, it's so beautiful over there, Chuchu..." Gu Cici shook his arm, Lu Zhiyuan didn't break away again, and the two disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Feng Yu stood in front of her painting, looked at the half-finished painting, then turned her head to look at the lake outside, her fingers landed on the strokes she had just stopped, and there was a faint scent of roses in the air.

Feng Yu withdrew his hand and frowned slightly. He remembered that after the resignation, the rose essential oil and lavender essential oil were sent to her bathroom. Because of the uncertainty of the latter, they were all replaced with rose essential oil.

This essential oil is so fragrant?
……

Gu Cici's chin rested on Lu Zhiyuan's shoulder, and he was already coaxed. The two sat on the sofa, Gu Cici huddled in his arms: "I didn't say anything to him, and I don't know why he came to see me. .”

"Then do you want to see him?" He went to find her after hearing the visitor, thinking that Song Yue would be there.

Feng Yu heard the words and stood outside the door.

Gu Cici played with his cuff and thought for a while: "I don't feel it..."

"It seems that he wants to recognize you." Otherwise, he wouldn't come here.

"Why do you recognize me and turn against his sister-in-law and elder brother? It's not necessary, besides, I don't think I need my father very much. If he recognizes me, he won't be as filial as he imagined. I can't even be like Song Wanwan. Getting close is not worth the loss, there is no need, besides, he is gone, he has thought a lot..." Gu Cici lowered his head, playing with his buttons seriously, his tone neither sad nor happy.

Lu Zhiyuan looked at her, as if he saw her silence.

Feng Yuben sneered at Song Yue's leaving, and went to watch the play, and suddenly wanted to ask, since he didn't make up his mind, why did he come here.

Seeing Feng Yu, Shen Guangyao said in surprise, "You..."

Feng Yu naturally took him away.

"Eh?!" Shen Guangyao was confused, "You..."

"Song Yue has been here."

Shen Guangyao's mind was immediately attracted to him: "How, how, are you crying and shouting to recognize our little Tumei? In terms of personal strength, our little Tumei is several times stronger than his cheap daughter, let alone our little Tumei Beauty is dear."

Feng Yu reminded him: "Your little Tumei." Don't lead others indiscriminately: "The lesson from last time is not enough!"

"Test! It's even more annoying to say this, and she danced in front of me. I don't want to live to do that kind of thing."

"If you can live, you will do it?"

"Feng Yu, your mind is blocked by cement. Why are you coaxing them? What happened to Xiao Tumei? Did Song Yue kneel down and beg for mercy? What did Xiao Tumei say? Hey, hey, why are you going... Hey ..."

……

"Why did you miss it!" The driver told her nothing in the hospital: "No matter what the price is, they will do things after they collect the money. I don't want to see the sun tomorrow!" Song Wanwan's eyes are firm, and since she has done it, she will Will do it to the end! "I can add more money, but it must be done!"

Feng Zheng frowned, he didn't expect to miss it: "I'll call the other party later."

"Hurry up, just today."

"Today is too hasty, this is not shopping, it needs careful planning."

"No matter how much money, no matter who you are looking for! Immediately now! Don't wait for them to react and fight back against me."

"Calm down, they don't have the ability to do what they want to do."

Song Wanwan was even more afraid. Yes, they took a lot of money from her, and Lu Zhiyuan gave it to them: "I can't calm down, how much do I want? No matter how much it is, I can give it to you right now—" She said and turned One hundred thousand was given to Feng Zheng: "I can only control so much now, tomorrow...give me another three hours, how much they want!"

Feng Zheng had never cooperated with such a mindless person, but this time he was an exception: "Where are you? I'll go find you now."

"No." No one can come to her, she has nothing to do with these people: "You let them arrange it immediately, no matter how much it is."

If Feng Zheng wasn't for the value behind her, he wouldn't even bother to take a look at this kind of brain, and it's hard to make a big deal if he can't hold his breath, but if it's the prey, it's better to be as brainless as possible: "Okay, I'll try .”

Song Wanwan hung up the phone, the desperate emotion in her eyes hadn't resolved yet.

Ye Man's phone call followed closely.

Song Wanwan panicked for a moment, but thinking that the matter would be resolved soon, she took a deep breath and answered calmly: "Mom." Immediately no one will know, and Qian Yuzhi will die.

Ye Man's voice was calm: "I'm downstairs in your teaching building, come down for a while."

"Mom..." Song Wanwan's voice trembled. Thinking of the money paid today, her heart felt cold. Based on her many years of experience in fighting with her mother, her mother first...

Ye Man also understood her daughter, and tried to calm herself down. She didn't want to intimidate her. If she could, she could speak softly, but now: "Be obedient, baby, Mom misses you, come down."

Song Wanwan panicked, she couldn't explain the whereabouts of the money, at least...at least not now, but she could wait for Gu Nian, Gu Shi, Cao Xiurong, and Qian Yuzhi to die.

(End of this chapter)