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Chapter 132 Sister She Is Sick 2

Regardless of whether Shen Jiao's words were effective or not, the housekeeper had actually wanted to drive out Shi Qingyun, the person who bullied his young master, for a long time.

Before, it was just because of Shen Jiao's face.

Now that he got her word, he grabbed Shi Qingyun's clothes and pushed him out without saying a word.

Shi Qingyun touched his aching tailbone and glared at Shen Jiao with malice, "Jiaojiao, don't regret it."

After saying that, he took a closer look and saw that Shen Jiao was beside Fu You'an, not knowing what to say, with a very gentle look on her face.

Is this really soft-hearted?

Shi Qingyun suddenly understood, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Women are indeed unreliable, and they can't be ruthless about such a trivial matter.

But Shi Qingyun didn't take it too seriously.

Shen Jiao acquiesced to him targeting Fu Youan for the sake of profit. If this happened the first time, there would be a second and third time... His plan can still go ahead.

Now~

He did all these things 'for Shen Jiao', and Shen Jiao also made him feel wronged. He had to let Shen Jiao make up for himself later!

Shi Qingyun thought this way, but he didn't bother to bother him so shamelessly and drove away.

Little did he know that now that there was someone else inside Shen Jiao, it would be impossible for him to get his wish again.

However, Shen Jiao had no intention of paying attention to him at the moment.

As soon as she sat next to Fu Youan, Fu Youan subconsciously moved a little to the side.

When Shen Jiao saw this, she just chuckled and leaned lazily on the sofa to look at him.

Fu Youan's face is really nothing to say, with fair skin, clear facial contours, and extremely beautiful lines. His eyes are deep and sad, and there is a charming tear mole at the end of the narrow eye.

Not to mention these, just the pink look on the fingertips of those long and well-jointed hands holding the puppy doll is enough to make people unable to take their eyes away.

His hair was a little long and tied back with a small knot.

Shen Jiao reached out and fiddled with it twice, but Fu Youan shook his head and refused to let her touch it again.

"Angry?"

Shen Jiao smiled disapprovingly.

Then she suddenly crossed her legs, pressed her toes against the coffee table, and said casually: "If someone bullies you, you don't even know how to fight back. What will you do in the future~"

Fu Youan kneaded the puppy doll in his hand and pretended not to hear.

He is just autistic, he just doesn't like to interact with people, he doesn't like to talk, he is not stupid.

Isn't Shi Qingyun the person Shen Jiao brought back?

He repeatedly asked to hand over his shares. Isn't that what Shen Jiao meant?

Now seeing Shen Jiao acting as if nothing had happened and still treating him gently and gently, Fu Youan suddenly felt irritable.

"Don't like Shi Qingyun?"

Shen Jiao asked again.

She wasn't angry before Fu You'an responded. She just said with a good-tempered smile, "Okay, I won't let you see him again in the future."

"What do you want to eat tonight? Sweet and sour pork ribs or braised beef, maybe add some fish, just steam it..."

"No."

Probably not wanting to hear anything more from Shen Jiao, Fu Youan held the doll in his arms and refused, then quickly got up and went upstairs, locking himself in the studio.

Shen Jiao touched her chin.

Hey hey hey~

Interesting~

What will happen if this kind of temper is 'bullied' in the future?

Shen Jiao couldn't help but start thinking about the future, but before that, she had to transfer the original owner's household registration.

She came a little late. Fu Youan had seen all the bad things the original owner had done before, so he might not be able to accept her so easily. For this reason~

The Fu family doesn't know how to raise children. She and Fu Youan have been together since childhood. They are childhood sweethearts. What happened to their thoughts that they shouldn't have at the beginning?

Facing this relationship, she was helpless, entangled and painful. She wanted Shi Qingyun to stimulate Fu Youan to stand up, but she wanted to let go but was reluctant in the end. Isn't that normal?

She just... fell in love with someone she shouldn't love~

After making a good excuse, Shen Jiao raised her lips meaningfully, smiled lightly, and went upstairs to find Fu Youan.

I held the studio door handle with my hand and turned it twice but it didn't turn.

The door is locked!

Shen Jiao knocked on the door twice, but there was no movement inside.

"If you don't open the door again, I will ask someone to remove the door." Shen Jiao said calmly.

There was still no sound inside.

Shen Jiao waited for more than ten seconds, then continued, "Hey, property management, my studio door can't be opened, I need someone to help remove it, No. 02, Building 18, Jinxiu Jiangnan Villa..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Youan opened the door.

I just opened the door and saw that Shen Jiao didn't even take her mobile phone. What kind of call was she making?

He was so angry that he wanted to close the door again, but Shen Jiao had already taken the opportunity to block the door with her foot, "Why are you hiding from me?"

Fu Youan stared at Shen Jiao intently, then turned around and went in, as if she was no longer there, and continued to draw lines and apply color on the white paper.

The studio was clean and bright, with several easels placed in the corner. Shen Jiao glanced at it briefly and then focused on Fu Youan, who was sitting obediently on the bench sharpening pencils.

His eyes slowly moved from Fu Youan's face to the delicate ankles outside his slippers, back and forth, over and over again.

Fu Youan himself would feel uncomfortable with other people's gaze, not to mention that Shen Jiao's eyes were so hot, as if she wanted to tear him apart.

He felt even more uncomfortable, his whole body gradually became tense, and he accidentally cut his pencil in half.

If he was asked to continue drawing, he was not in the mood. In the end, he could only put down the pencil in frustration, frowned unhappily and wanted to leave.

However, Shen Jiao suddenly pulled him and gently rubbed the back of his hand with her fingertips.

Just this one movement made Fu Youan jump like a cat in shock.

"You just can't bear to let me go~"

Shen Jiao sighed in anger.

Fu Youan blinked, finding it increasingly difficult to understand what Shen Jiao meant.

What are you reluctant to part with?

Is it possible that she still wants shares?

"Okay, I won't force you anymore. It's your choice. If... don't blame me."

Shen Jiao continued.

But Fu Youan didn't hear the last few words clearly at all. He became more and more puzzled. He rarely raised his eyes to look at Shen Jiao, hoping to make her explain clearly.

Shen Jiao didn't say any more, she just got a wet tissue from somewhere, pinched his wrist and gently wiped the back of his fingertips stained with pencil dust.

"There will be an art festival in a few days. Joe Bleich will be here. Don't you like his paintings very much? Can I take you to see him?"

Fu Youan remained expressionless after hearing this, neither agreeing nor objecting. When he saw Shen Jiao throwing away the wet tissue, he hid his hand behind his back.

"Then it's settled."

Shen Jiao said in a good mood, and then said: "Let's go downstairs to eat."

Fu Youan moved his steps slightly and breathed a sigh of relief after walking behind Shen Jiao. He really couldn't deal with Shen Jiao's forbearing and hot eyes.

So strange!

She had never seen herself like this before!

This made Fu Youan feel very uncomfortable and uncomfortable. He wanted to be alone and didn't want to be with Shen Jiao.

But they always ate at the same table, and Fu Youan's bowl still contained a piece of pork ribs that Shen Jiao had just given him.

He didn't eat.

He had no appetite at all and just wanted to go back to his room as soon as possible.

At this moment, a phone call saved him.


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