He almost immediately wanted to close the door and get stuck in this "uninvited guest".

The door was pushed from outside, and the power of the two big men was stalemate across the door.

"I."

This is the sound of Shi Sangluo.

Fu Chengyuan was surprised and unsure: "You..."

"I bought you the clothes, these shopping bags in front of you. Just change them and come out. I'll wait for you outside."

Fu Chengyuan looked at the strong man's hand again, and his eyebrows were furrowed deeply: "Have you found the male staff in the hotel?"

"...You change it quickly."

Fu Chengyuan took the shopping bags, and the man's hand also pulled out, and he slammed the door.

Perhaps after being placing it all the way on the minibus, his lower limit has been infinitely lowered. These clothes are not a brand, and he has no time to care about these.

After changing it quickly, I pushed the door out, and saw that Shi Sang Luo was not alone in the room.

"Hi, we're meeting again." Gu Yan waved to him.

Fu Chengyuan crossed him and looked at Shi Sangluo: "You just said that there was something wrong, so you just go and buy me clothes."

Shi Sangluo refused to deny: "According to your temper, it is impossible to wear the original clothes after taking a shower. There is no Armani store in remote towns. You can wear these clothes first. If you really can't wear them, go back to H City."

Fu Chengyuan naturally did not dare to express any opinions on the clothes anymore.

After seven days, he survived the small self-built building in the countryside, and this outfit was nothing.

Just a little bit...

“A little small.”

He is very tall, has been fit all year round, has wide shoulders and long legs. His clothes are custom made on weekdays. He can barely wear them when he buys them at the brand counter. However, this kind of three-no clothes is probably to save raw materials and is smaller in size.

Shi Sangluo actually knew it when he bought it.

What size is Fu Chengyuan's clothes? She is so familiar with them over the years that she can't be familiar with them anymore.

only……

"This is already the largest number, 190."

Fu Chengyuan pulled the cuffs, and the cuffs of his shirt only reached the front end of his forearm. With a slight lift, he could slide directly to the bend of his elbow.

He simply rolled up all his sleeves.

Fortunately, he is thin enough. Although his clothes are small, he looks OK.

The clothes are so good that the pants are more difficult to deal with. They are more shorter and his ankles are exposed, which looks a bit funny.

His face looked very bad.

Shi Sangluo: "I'm still a little Chen and call me."

"No!" Fu Chengyuan gritted his teeth: "You can wear it."

Shi Sangluo looked at his bare ankles and touched his nose.

Gu Yanhui was always easy to get along with and took the initiative to say hello: "Hello, we may be neighbors for a while, so I will give you more advice in the future."

"Neighbor?" He looked at Shi Sangluo in confusion.

Shi Sangluo explained: "This is my friend Mr. Gu, a painter. You should have seen him before."

Fu Chengyuan nodded, his surname was Gu, and he heard Xu Zheng say it.

"He wants to stay in Qiucheng for a while and complete his paintings, and he will also live in my cousin's house."

Fu Chengyuan stayed at his cousin's house for seven days and probably got a general understanding of the situation at home: "But your cousin's house should not have any spare rooms for him to live in, right?"

“There is another room on the first floor, right next to the living room.”

Fu Chengyuan recalled that there was indeed an empty room on the first floor, but it was next to Shi Sangluo's mother's mourning hall.

His eyes flashed, and Shi Sangluo saw through what he was thinking in his heart at a glance.

However, she felt that Fu Chengyuan's concerns were correct, and some people were taboo about this.

"Let me do this, I'll move to the first floor, Mr. Gu, you live in my room."

"no."

"Need not……"

The two spoke almost at the same time, one spoke tough and the other refused politely.

Gu Yan replied: "I know what you are worried about, but I am not a superstitious person, and I am not afraid of these things. It is easier to enter and exit the first floor. I have a painting board and an easel. In addition, there are a lot of paint brushes. Every time I go out, I have to bring them all. It is inconvenient to go upstairs and downstairs."

"That's right," Fu Chengyuan agreed: "The painter should need to go out frequently, which is really inconvenient."

Shi Sangluo glanced at him, and Fu Chengyuan moved away with guilt.

Gu Yan chuckled back: "Okay, then I'll make up for it. I'll live on the first floor. But... I have a reluctant request, and I'll ask you to trouble you. "

"you say."

"I was very touched by your story with him. I want to draw all the people in your story, you, him, your best friend, teachers who helped you a lot, and other characters who have appeared in your story. I want to draw your story through my brush."

Shi Sangluo was shocked: "...Can you draw him?"

"Do you have photos? You can do it if you have one."

"Yes! I have!" As she said that, she immediately took out her phone to flip through the album.

"Don't worry now, Miss Shi, I want to ask you to be my model," Gu Yan replied: "If you want, I can let you appear in the same painting with him. Any scene, any place, you want to talk to him, hold hands, and kiss him. I can draw all your past, and if possible, I can... draw your future."

"Our...the future?"
Chapter completed!