Chapter 415: Yuan's Death 5

Chapter 415: Yu'an's Death 5
"It seems that Miss Fu's grilling is not to the taste, so let me do it." Wen Tingyun grilled a bunch of chicken gizzards very self-cooked and handed it to Fu Yuan.
"Miss Wen baked it for you specially, take it quickly." Lan Yaqin urged Fu Yuan.
For the first time, Fu Yuan didn't listen to her mother's words, and stood still.
"Yuan, what's the matter with you." Lan Yaqin was a little anxious.
"I'm allergic to chicken." Fu Yu'an lowered his head and said, his voice was a little dumb, and his mood seemed very wrong.
Fu Qingji suddenly raised his head. He felt that what Fu Yuan said was a bit familiar.
Because Fu Ting once caught him with shrimps, he used the excuse of allergy to embarrass Fu Ting.
Fu Yu'an is not allergic to chicken. He said this at the moment, which is obviously to help Fu Ting.
Such a comparison made Fu Qingji feel choked for a while.
"It's okay." Wen Tingyun smiled generously, "Actually, I think the feeling that Fu Sishao gives me is very much like a friend I met abroad."
Lan Yaqin asked, "Who is it like?"
Wen Tingyun said, "He is a famous painter named Dengguang."
When Fu Yuan heard this, his fingertips curled up slightly.
"Really?" In the next second, he smiled slightly, clearly with the most gentle expression, but said very rude words, "Then I'm really unlucky."
Fu Yuan's image in the hearts of his family has always been like a spring breeze, able to take care of everyone's emotions very intimately, and always be gentle and obedient.
The words he said at this time, compared with his usual appearance, can be called stern words, and it really shocked the Fu family who knew him.
Wen Tingyun's face couldn't hold back for a while, her status and status were generally only for men to flatter her.
But in the past few days, I ate a lot of ashes at the Fu family man.
"Designer Wen, don't be angry. My family Yuan is obsessed with work. He doesn't pay attention to painters or painters. He has no other meaning." Lan Yaqin actually looks down on painters. She thinks that is a useless joke. Merchants make money?
But she still knows how to talk to people and talk to others.
Old lady Fu shouted at Fu Yu'an and said, "Yuan, you can't be so rude."
Wen Tingyun said empathetically, "It's okay. Fu Sishao is not a member of the circle, and I don't know that waiting for Kuang's status in Chinese painting is normal."
Fu Yuan didn't even look at her, and sat back lightly, obviously not following her steps.
Wen Tingyun couldn't help but gritted his teeth, trying to maintain a calm complexion.
Why are all the Fu's men as sick?
"How long is Miss Wen going to stay in China this time?" Old Lady Fu asked in a lively atmosphere.
"To be honest, I feel that domestic design is too poor. As a Chinese, I naturally want to come back and work more for the design development of my country and expand my design kingdom in China."
Wen Tingyun smiled faintly, "At the same time, the three-year Golden Seat Award suddenly decided to be awarded in China. I mainly came to attend the award ceremony."
The Golden Seat Award is the highest honor given to female designers in the design industry.
Wen Tingyun has worked hard for so many years. Although she has won many gold awards, her ultimate goal is still the gold medal, and she is inspired to become the country's first female designer.
In the past few years, no female designer has qualified for this award. Wen Tingyun has already had a very good experience and will naturally fall into Wen Tingyun's hands.
"Congratulations, Miss Wen." Old lady Fu said to Wen Tingyun with appreciation, and at the same time she glanced at Fu Tingyun.
She can’t help feeling regrets. In fact, Fu Ting’s design is not inferior to Wen Tingyun. It’s a pity that Fu Ting has no experience and is not a professional designer. If Fu Ting could enter the design ranks earlier, she might be able to compete. .
Fu Sixing suddenly said, "Confidence is a good thing, but when it comes to top designers, T designer seems to be slightly better. Is Miss Wen so sure that she will get the Golden Seat Award?"
Wen Tingyun said, "Predecessor T is naturally incomparable, but the design style of T is changeable and bold. It is not something that a female designer can do. There is no way for a man to participate in the Golden Constellation award, otherwise I would really like to ask Senior T for advice. Fan it."
This is also the reason why Wen Tingyun is so public. Without the threat of T, she is naturally the well-deserved first female designer.
Fu Ting, who was immersed in the meat, "..."
Here comes another who recognizes her as a man.
"Ms. Wen is so good, I don't know if there is a marriage?" Lan Yaqin's eyes turned sneakily. If Wen Tingyun is single, she plans to let Fu Yuan pursue her.
Although she looks down on designing in her heart, the Golden Seat Award is not something ordinary people can get. Once she becomes the first female designer in China, it will be extraordinary.
If Fu Yuan could be with Wen Tingyun, their big room would be unmatched.
"I've always been single." Wen Tingyun smiled shyly, with Chun Shui in his eyes, and looked at Cen Tire. "Actually, Mr. Cen saved me two years ago. I fell in love with Mr. Cen at first sight. This time I returned to China, too. I want to get to know each other with Mr. Cen."
After a pause, she said, "I have been studying abroad, and the atmosphere abroad is very generous, so I express my heart directly. Mrs. Fu won't mind."
Cen Juan was adopted by the old lady Fu, so Wen Tingyun naturally meant to consult the old lady first.
"Of course not. It's a good thing to be young and generous." Mrs. Fu smiled, "Little Jiu, you are not too young anymore, how do you look at Miss Wen? You guys are talented and beautiful, maybe you can socialize."
Mrs. Fu is still very satisfied with Wen Tingyun. They have the advantage of marrying to Fu's family.
Lan Yaqin gritted her teeth secretly, unexpectedly Wen Tingyun, who even Fu Qingji refused, would choose Cen Tire.
Cen Juan is a prodigal son who has no career at all, so I don't understand how Wen Tingyun can look down on him!
"Sorry, I have a sweetheart." Cen Qiu listened to Fu slowly, with long and white fingers.
When speaking, the man looked at the fish intently, without glancing at Wen Tingyun, as if there was no such person.
The smile at the corner of Wen Tingyun's mouth froze. Cen Qiong actually has a sweetheart?
"Who? Which girl?" Old lady Fu asked curiously.
Except for the insider, Fu Sixing, Fu Nanyan, Fu Qingji, and Fu Yuan, everyone else looked thirsty for knowledge.
Cen Juan has always been lazy and tired, and he is not close to female. There are no female mosquitoes by his side. People in the circle guess that he is GAY. There will be a sweetheart, it is strange!
Only Fu Ting lowered his head slightly nervously, and his gnawing movements slowed down.
Cen Juan intentionally or unintentionally scanned the cramped girl around him, took a piece of paper, gently wiped off the oily corners of Fu Ting's mouth, and smiled, "She is my apex beauty."
He clearly didn't look at her, but he could feel it invisibly, and he was speaking to her ear.
Fu Ting's ears turned red inexplicably, like a crystal clear red grape.
The number of words in the previous one was deleted, so I moved to this one, and the charge remains unchanged.
Ask for tickets, and Fu Ting Drunk will have a wave of interaction with Sibo~
(End of this chapter)