52

"You have something to say."

Fu Xun raised his chin slightly and looked at her side.

Qu Yixian subconsciously thrust his fingers a few times, and she rubbed her fingers with her belly and rubbed her nose: "I want to ask you what the Gouyun Jade Pendant looks like..."

Fu Xunsi just remembered that he hadn't described the pattern of Gouyun's jade pendant to her. He swept his eyes and fell on the plaid script and pencil above the table. He paused and motioned to the string: "Go and get it."

Qu Yixian made a sound and went to get the paper and pen obediently.

She turned her back to Fu Xun, so she didn't pay any attention. Just as she stood up, Fu Xun raised her eyebrows slightly, looking thoughtful.

When Qu Yixian handed him the paper and pen, he felt a little uneasy: "This looks like a child's homework book."

Fu Xun took it, flipped through the title page, and casually said: "Yes."

"Isn't this good?"

Qu Yixian hesitated: "I'll go to you in front and ask you Uncle Fu to ask you some paper and pen?"

"unnecessary."

Fu Xun raised his eyes, staring at her without a moment: "Have you done something wrong?"

Qu Yixian subconsciously shook her head and refuted: "No."

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After he finished reasoning, he asked maliciously: "Is what I said right?"

Qu Yixian: "..."

She was silent for a few seconds and sat back into the Taishi chair: "Then are you painting or not?"

Fu Xun thought for a while and asked, "If I draw, would you have dinner with me tonight?"

Qu Yixian looked at him expressionlessly for a while, raised his hand and pulled away the calligraphy and pencil from his hand, and pressed it under his palm: "Don't draw, don't draw, don't draw."

Fu Xun looked at her without any rush.

...

A few minutes later, after a fierce ideological struggle, Qu Yixian accepted his fate and stuffed the calligraphy book back into his hand: "Draw it, eat with you!"

Fu Xun gently scraped the rising tea leaves with the cover of the tea bowl, but he didn't see him drinking it. He just held the tea cup and plucked the tea with the other hand, as if passing the time, and as if waiting for something.

Hearing this, he was neither shocked nor angry, and his emotions did not change at all.

Put down the teacup and smoothed the calligraphy book she had forced to, and pressed it under her wrist.

That kind of behavior is like expecting Qu Yixian to compromise in the end.

Qu Yixian was a little depressed for no reason.

She was used to walking sideways. For the first time, she met someone like Fu Xun who was so soft and hard, as if she was sure to win everything.

If you can't act arrogantly, you can convince others with virtue... When did she compromise in the end?

Just this face she cares the least about in her daily life can actually be useful to Fu Xun...Is it sad?

Fu Xun lifted his pen and ticked lines on the blank pages.

When the ostentatious glance swept to Qu Yixian, she was already irritable and quieted down again. She held her chin and watched him draw a jade pendant.

She looked at it seriously, and there seemed to be light in her eyes. The light gathered into a river in her eyes, like a flowing Milky Way, slightly shining.

It is difficult for Fu Xun to be distracted.

His auspicious clouds were halfway through and stopped abruptly.

At the end of the pencil is a thicker line than elsewhere, like a cliff, and further down there are empty cliffs and abyss.

Qu Yixian's eyes stopped as well, and she looked up at him: "Why don't you draw?"

"Forgot the details."

Fu Xun made an excuse perfunctorily: "Wait until evening, I will go back to the hotel to find the details."

"night?"

Qu Yixian was immediately distracted from the focus: "Don't you go back in the afternoon?

Yuan Ye and Jiang Yun are coming."

"Not so fast."

Fu Xun raised his wrist and looked at the time, and estimated: "No one can guarantee whether Dachaidan has left or stared at them."

Yuan Ye's car, from tire repair to on-roading, it was at least noon.

You know better than me how many kilometers it takes for Dachaidan to come."

The string is clear.

Apart from the time I stayed at the scenic spots on the way, it was at least evening when Yuan Ye arrived in Dunhuang.

When you enter the city in the evening, you may be waiting for them.

"What's the afternoon arrangement?"

She asked.

Fu Xun curled his lips and said, "I'll take you to meet the people of Nanjiang."

A native of Nanjiang?

Qu Yixian's mind changed rapidly.

She basically knows Nanjiang people who live in Dunhuang for a long time.

She only knows one who needs Fu Xun to lead the way.

She raised her eyebrows lightly and was quite interested: "Are you talking about Nanjiang's loan sharks?"

...

After leaving Fu Tai's antique appraisal center in North City, Fu Xun drove and took Qu Yixian into Dunhuang's most luxurious five-star hotel, Dunhuang Hotel.

After Qu Yixian got off the car, he looked back at the magnificent lobby of the Dunhuang Hotel with some emotion: "It's great to have money."

Fu Xun leaned over, pressed the elevator button, and turned to look at her: "I am very rich, don't you think about it?"

Qu Yixian sneered and asked, "Is it okay to spend it with peace of mind if it's not your own money?"

The elevator stopped in the first floor lobby with a "ding" sound. Fu Xun walked into the elevator first. After pressing the floor button, he mentioned inadvertently: "Yuan Ye said that your wish for one year is to marry a money printing machine."

Qu Yixian: "..."

Can you not mention this kind of old sesame seeds and rotten grains?

Isn't she allowed to have an unrealistic middle school second-year period?

She glanced at Fu Xun through the smooth mirror of the elevator and changed the topic quietly: "Will we come in so high-profile, won't we be targeted by the explorers?"

"Won't."

Fu Xun leaned against the handrail and turned to look at her: "Although the photo has not been finalized, Uncle Fu and I both think that the deceased is Shen Zhizhi.

She was in the coffin, obviously it was impossible for her to seek a short opinion.

In addition, the news that the Dulan ancient tomb was stolen again became increasingly popular, and there were already a lot of people staring at it.

If someone dies, do you think this matter is still small?"

Qu Yixian thought he made sense.

Didn’t Fu Xun speculate last night that the triangular horse nail that trunked Yuan Ye’s tires was a cultural relic recently unearthed from the Dulan ancient tomb?

And this cultural relic was indeed delivered by the Explorer Tomb Raiders Convoy himself.

Their hands and feet were not clean, and they probably didn't dare to do too much trouble during the martial law of the Dunhuang Conference.

Fu Xun talks little, but he is quite reliable in doing things.

Qu Yixian didn't listen to him analyzing the situation and the current response plan. He always did it first, and naturally he would have time to check whether his judgment and decision were correct afterwards.

She didn't talk anymore, her eyes fell on the rising floor numbers on the elevator display.

After a while, she still couldn't hold back the curiosity in her heart and asked, "Why don't you ask me, how did you realize Quan Xiao is dishonest?

After all, before proof of Uncle Fu, his words were perfect and there were no loopholes."

The elevator jingled and prompted to arrive.

Fu Xun and she walked side by side, and said in a low voice: "No need to ask, I can probably guess."

So sure?

Qu Yixian was suspicious: "Then tell me."

"From your behavior of cheating me after he left, you suspect him first because you think he is very sensible."

Fu Xun looked at her side and silently asked "Is it right?"
To be continued...