The second time through the book, the big villain actually relied on bankruptcy to wash his name

Chapter 123 Encounter
Lu Yan was about to be overwhelmed by this vulgar aesthetic.

"Who taught you to decorate like this?" Lu Yan said somewhat indescribably.

It's not that it's unattractive, it's just the layout, and she can't think of any words to evaluate it.

However, Fu Siyi still looked puzzled: "Isn't it good-looking?"

Lu Yan: "..."

Looks good, looks good, sir, can you see this for yourself?
What kind of straight male aesthetics is this?
But Lu Yan didn't say it, she just laughed: "Ha...so...pretty..."

She swears that she has never said such unconscionable words in her life.

"But can you tell me, who told you to do the decoration like this?" Lu Yan wanted to cry but had no tears.

She didn't believe that Fu Siyi would have this kind of aesthetics. She had never seen such a pink room in her life, and she was a little dizzy looking at it.

Fu Siyi: "Feiyun, he said girls like pink."

Lu Yan: "..."

The corner of Lu Yan's mouth twitched, so there's no need to be so fanciful...

"I like the white one, it looks comfortable." Lu Yan was relieved when she heard that it wasn't Fu Siyi who did it, "Let me tell you not to do it next time, it's really not good-looking."

If you have anything to say, let's make it clear. In case this group of straight men give Fu Siyi blind advice in the future, she will suffer.

"Take a shower and go to bed early, call me if you have something to do, I'm next door."

After finishing speaking, Fu Siyi left as if fleeing.

He would not tell Lu Yan that the color was indeed chosen by Feiyun, but he picked the materials one by one.

Lu Yan walked around the room, but it wasn't that bad, at least when she was a few years old, she would definitely like it.

She took out a pair of pajamas in the cloakroom and changed, Lu Yan was lucky that Fu Siyi didn't listen to Feiyun's words and even made the clothes in the cloakroom pink for her.

She took out a white silk suspender nightdress and put it on, suddenly feeling familiar.

Why is it so similar to the one in the hotel last time?

But looking at the workmanship, you can tell that it is not the same piece. The material and tailoring of this piece are obviously much more high-end.

Lu Yan lay on the bed and forced herself to close her eyes to sleep.

At the same time, by the bridge across the river in the city.

Gu Linchen drove out for a drive in agitation. He parked his supercar on the side of the road, leaned against the fence by the bridge and lit a cigarette.

The nicotine stimulated his nerves, and he closed his eyes and looked up at the night.

The bridge here is brightly lit, and there are vendors selling night market food stalls under the bridge. Gu Linchen looks particularly abrupt and desolate here alone.

He couldn't figure it out, since the Fu family got up, everything went wrong for him, even that bastard Gu Linjiang dared to climb on top of him to do his best.

Thinking of Gu Linjiang, Gu Linchen's teeth itch with hatred.

I thought he had no ambitions and left him to live in the Gu family, but I didn't expect him to be so ambitious.

He took a breath of the cigarette, reached out and brushed off the burnt ash, and put his hands on the railing beside the bridge.

Not far away, Meng Wanxi was helping out at the barbecue stall.

"Wanxi, don't be busy, sit down and rest for a while!" The proprietress shouted from a long distance to look at Meng Wanxi's busy figure.

"it is good!"

Meng Wanxi wiped her hands, walked over, and took the stick from the proprietress's hand, "I'll string it."

The proprietress saw that the little girl was diligent and smart, and smiled, "Wanxi, isn't your father's medical expenses covered? Why are you still so busy?"

Meng Wanxi was busy with her hands without raising her head, "Aunt Zhong, you have helped me so much before, and I really can't repay you, so it's only right to come and help."

Aunt Zhong just smiled when she heard this: "You child, you are so busy with work and come here to help at night, you don't have to worry about getting tired, let's rest."

Meng Wanxi shook her head, "It's fine."

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