Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 43 43. Is that you?

"madman."

Jiang Mingzhu left impatiently, as if she wanted to prove something, she hugged Yuan Cheng's arm tightly, and disappeared from Jiang Chuchu's sight proudly.

"Miss Jiang, the spotlight on a painting is broken, please come and have a look."

The staff of the venue came to call her, Jiang Chuchu nodded and went to the exhibition hall.

It was just a small problem, Jiang Chuchu asked them to move the painting to another place and hang it up again.

Since today was the first day of the exhibition, many activities were held around the art museum, so there were not many people visiting it at the moment. Jiang Chuchu sent a text message to Xu Yu, asking when she would come.

Just as she was about to turn around, a figure suddenly came up behind her, forcing her back and blocking her in a corner of the exhibition hall.

Jiang Chuchu was taken aback and almost screamed loudly.

After seeing the person coming, she felt a sense of absurdity.

"Yuan Cheng?"

The disguise just now faded away, the man's eyes were hot and aggressive, and his deep voice was close to Jiang Chuchu.

"Long time no see, Chuchu."

Jiang Chuchu reached out to push him away, but Yuan Cheng's body was thin but solid. Instead of pushing him, Yuan Cheng's eyes became darker under the touch of the two, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Jiang Chuchu stuck to the wall, trying to minimize contact with him, turned her head away and said indifferently.

"It's only a few days. If you don't show up in front of me in your life, I think I will be very grateful to you."

Yuan Cheng chuckled twice, his eyes searched on her delicate face, and after a while, he said slowly.

"I'm not reconciled to having my things taken away by others."

The hot air he exhaled sprayed on his neck, causing fine goosebumps, and Jiang Chuchu was extremely annoyed.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Regardless of Jiang Chuchu's stiffness, Yuan Cheng straightened her collar and ran his fingers across her fair neck, then slowly let her go, turned around and took two steps, the leather shoes creaked on the wooden floor .

He blocked the only way out, Jiang Chuchu couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart, the opening ceremony was so lively just now, why are those people gone now?

Yuan Cheng folded his hands on his shoulders, and looked at the two paintings hanging in the air leisurely, with his fiancée's name marked on the bottom.

He stretched out his hand and tapped a spot on the painting, "Here, this red ink dot...I saw you accidentally drop it here the other day."

Jiang Chuchu was silent, Yuan Cheng sighed.

"Why don't you believe that I can give you whatever you want."

Jiang Chuchu listened, and smiled sarcastically, "I want you—"

Her voice dragged on, Yuan Cheng's expression changed, and even his breathing became a little short.

But her eyes turned cold, and she continued to say after the first half of the sentence, "—don't appear in front of me again, can you do it?"

With a touching expression, he said unpleasant words, wanting to be crushed, and then pressed into his arms fiercely.

Yuan Cheng took a deep breath, restrained the gloom in his heart from revealing three points, and asked instead.

"When will you come to my company for an internship?"

At this time, five or six people came in from the entrance of the exhibition hall, and Jiang Chuchu was determined.

"I've already told you, it's not possible, and I already have an internship."

"Is that your senior? Didn't he go to Kyoto?"

Yuan Cheng said meaningfully.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Chuchu heard the malice in his words.

"It's you?"

　The class represents the key points of painting, you can look back at Chapter 4~ Mr. Yuan is a careful cannon fodder.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)