Fu Yechuan finally got his wish and let Su Nan push him for a walk around the Seine River.

Su Nan was just admiring the beautiful scenery. Of course, he didn't really want to listen to Wu Tutu's speech. It was too annoying!

After getting rid of the others, Fu Yechuan's complexion was obviously much better.

In front of him was a sturdy, tattooed homeless man who was playing a violin. He was very intoxicated, and many people around him stopped to watch.

If the sound of the piano is graceful and graceful, accompanied by the gurgling sound of the Seine River, this scene is most touching.

But the sound of the violin, as soon as I heard it, I didn't get started, like an old woman wailing, it was unpleasantly sad and bleak.

Su Nan walked over and stopped unknowingly, and Fu Yechuan also listened for a while.

Listen blankly.

At the end of the song, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and finally dispersed one after another.

The tramp glanced at Fu Yechuan's legs, and then at the beautiful and bright Su Nan, looking at her with regret and sympathy in his eyes.

In that way, it seems that a beautiful girl has been blinded in vain.

Fu Yechuan frowned expressionlessly, as if thinking about something.

The homeless man couldn't help but say, "Do you understand my piano?"

If you don't understand, go away.

He looked at Fu Yechuan, except for his good looks, everything else was useless, especially his legs.

Therefore, there is a bit of disdain in the attitude.

Fu Yechuan raised his eyebrows and snorted, "It sounds ugly."

"What?" The homeless brow became cold, and he was about to come forward and reason.

Su Nan was surprised that the atmosphere was very romantic just now, but why did it suddenly become tense?

"Very ugly." He lifted his eyelids, his tone was calm and cold.

The tramp said nothing, rolled up his sleeves, covered in tattoos all over his body, very vicious.

Walk towards them.

"Sorry, this person has a problem with his brain, and he has to fight to find him!"

Su Nan paused, quickly pushed Fu Yechuan back a few steps, pointed at Chang Li behind him, and left quickly.

"Su Nan..."

Su Nan didn't care if the wheelchair was bumpy.

Fu Yechuan finally couldn't help calling her and looked at her with a smile.

run what?

This is not Su Nan's temper!

Su Nan: "It's good that I didn't leave you there. Butler Wu Tutu didn't find you a bodyguard."

Hearing the coldness of her voice, Fu Yechuan didn't say a word. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a low voice.

"It's really hard to hear."

He just told the truth, a dignified president of the Fu Group, should he lie to make a homeless man happy?

Do, no, come!

Su Nan looked at him indifferently, "Then I'll send you back, tell him."

Before he could put his hand on his wheelchair, he tightly gripped the armrest beside him, "Don't..."

He suddenly felt offended, but the person facing him was Su Nan, so forget it.

Offend is offended.

"I listen to you, we won't go back, look how beautiful this river is, does it look like a diamond necklace?"

If it wasn't for his physical inconvenience, would he be afraid?

joke!

Su Nan sneered, hehe, coward!

The two walked leisurely to the small bridge in the middle, and the air was filled with a romantic and quiet atmosphere. That kind of intoxicating leisure can only be found in such time.

Fu Yechuan looked at Su Nan who was leaning on the bridge with his elbows. His profile was smooth and beautiful, his eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth were curved, so radiant that he couldn't move his eyes.

He smiled, and what he hadn't said before suddenly wanted to say:

"Anyone who plays the violin is trash compared to you."

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