Sheng Mian was stunned, not knowing what kind of medicine Fu Yancheng was selling in his gourd.
She returned to the rose garden, brought her favorite painting tools, and entered the hotel with ease.
When we arrived here, there was a painting on a shelf in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Sheng Mian knew at a glance that it was painted by her master.
"Mr. Fu?"
She heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. After a while, Fu Yancheng opened the door and came out, wiping the water from his hair.
"Si He gave me a painting. I heard that Zhang Rong ran away halfway through the painting. Can you finish it?"
Sheng Mian took a look and realized that this was a landscape painting. All he had to do was imitate the master's elegant technique.
She nodded and raised her eyes, her eyes quiet.
"How much money does Mr. Fu plan to give?"
There is no emotion in the words.
It seemed that as long as Fu Yancheng didn't pay, she could leave here immediately.
Fu Yancheng looked at her, threw away the towel in his hand, and walked closer.
"Do you know how much you have asked for this opportunity, but you can't get it?"
As long as he puts this painting out, a lot of painters who want to show their favor in front of him will apply for the job immediately.
It can even be a big player who has been famous for a long time in the industry.
Fu Yancheng owes a favor, which cannot be measured by money.
Sheng Mian directly raised her feet and walked out, "Mr. Fu, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do tonight."
Seeing that she didn't hesitate at all, Fu Yancheng's expression turned cold, he grabbed her and sat on the sofa, letting her sit in his arms.
"Are you in a bad mood tonight?"
he asked, holding her waist tightly with his hands.
Sheng Mian sneered in her heart. She was indeed in a bad mood. Thinking of what he had done, she wanted to slap him on the face.
But I tell myself rationally that if I take it seriously, I will lose.
And it makes no sense to get angry with Fu Yancheng because of this.
In his mind, that wife was as annoying as the garbage on the roadside.
Fu Yancheng held the person in his arms, lowered his head and sniffed her neck. His sharp eyes saw the bruises between her wrists. His whole body froze, and his tone suddenly turned cold.
"What happened to the hand?"
He held her hand, and there were still distinct finger prints on it, which were bruised and bruised.
The hand of a painter is more valuable than anything else.
Sheng Mian's hand was indeed very painful. Sheng Zhong was already in a state of unconsciousness at that time, and only relied on his subconscious to hold her tightly.
The burst of energy from a man's subconscious is huge.
Fu Yancheng squeezed it gently and saw that she just frowned, knowing that no bones were hurt.
This was obviously strangled by someone.
Thinking of some possibility, the breath on his body turned cold.
"Did your husband hit you?"
Sheng Mian wanted to take her hand back, but Fu Yancheng tightened his grip. He was worried about hurting her, so he grabbed her arm.
"no."
"Who were you fighting with?"
It's okay if he doesn't ask, Sheng Mian thinks it's okay.
But he kept asking, which made people very angry.
"No, don't ask."
She wanted to get up, but Fu Yancheng held her waist tightly, his tone slightly aggrieved.
"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly angry?"
He let go, a little puzzled.
He rummaged through the medicine kit from the cabinet, took out a tube of ointment, grabbed her hand, and applied it to her.
Sheng Mian didn't appreciate it, but stood up and clutched her painting tools.
"Mr. Fu, I can go back and apply the medicine myself. If you don't need me to draw, then I'll leave first."
Fu Yancheng had already applied the ointment on his fingertips, but there was nothing left.
He was originally sitting on the sofa, but now that she was standing, he raised his head to look at her.
"What happened at Yujingyuan?"
"No."
"Is someone like Ma Guang bullying you again?"
"no."
With every question, her face became darker, a little impatient, and her anger became more intense.
She took a deep breath, suppressed the boiling emotions in her chest, and walked directly to the door.
Fu Yancheng had already wiped off the ointment on his fingertips with a tissue. Seeing her action, he chased after her even faster.
"open!"
Her tone turned cold.
This was the first time she spoke to Fu Yancheng in this tone.
Fu Yancheng froze for a moment, then closed the door she opened.
He turned around, grabbed her chin, and asked her to look up at him.
