Chapter 178 When a Knife Is Stabbed Into Your Body, You Will Know What "Pain" Is.

"Doesn't it look like a girl's room?"

Shen Shutang spoke a little embarrassedly.

Yu Ying'er's room is filled with pillows and dolls, mostly in pink, and scented with perfume, making it look like a dreamy Barbie princess palace.

But Shen Shutang doesn't like that... She still likes the style of her own room, which is more comfortable. There are no unnecessary things, no need to spend time organizing, and it's enough to be able to work and sleep.

"Very senior-style..."

Fu Chuan scratched the back of his head: "I like it very much."

After confirming that Fu Chuan was serious, Shen Shutang was filled with joy.

Before pulling Fu Chuan into the room, Shen Shutang's sixth sense told him that he would like it. As long as he liked it, Shen Shutang was Shen Shutang. His style did not need to be defined by anyone, but he would care about what his juniors thought. Yu Ying'er was right. , Shen Shutang has fallen into it, she admitted it.

"Okay, come on, take a look... These are the plots you told me. I've written them down. I'll use this for tonight's update..."

Shen Shutang recounted every detail of how he and Fu Chuan discussed the plot.

In coffee shops, in parks, at schools, on rooftops.

There are so many endless topics to talk about.

He also took Fu Chuan to visit Shen Shutang’s treasure base.

"Here, junior, this is the first painting you gave me."

Shen Shutang took out the work that had been preserved in dust as if to take credit for it. There was no dust at all, and it was obvious that the owner cherished it very much.

Not only these, but also the gifts given to Shen Shutang by Yu Ying'er, Shen Shanhe, Jiang Li, etc. She kept them in this room and put them carefully without any mistakes.

"Gifts are like sealed memory cones. Every time I open them, I can think of the original scene, and the touching warmth that surges into my heart flows through my body. It's so good. There are worthy people in this world that I keep thinking about."

Shen Shutang looked at every item in the treasure base with longing eyes, and touched it with his bare hands, stroking it carefully.

"I have always kept my promise to my senior. As long as my senior wants it, just tell me and I will prepare a brand new work and give it to my senior."

"That's it... Junior, are you sure your inspiration storage is enough?"

Works like this full of spiritual vitality are rare and hard to come by. For artists, they are all coveted creative moments. Shen Shutang is afraid that one day Fu Chuan's inspiration will be used up by her, which is embarrassing.

"There is a goddess Venus who will never wither."

The corner of Fu Chuan's mouth curled up. It's hard to say to other people Fu Chuan, but to Shen Shutang Fu Chuan can definitely say this. As long as he thinks about creating for Shen Shutang, he will get a constant source of inspiration every time. , and it never stopped.

For Fu Chuan, Shen Shutang is such a person, and no one can replace him.

"Then are you willing to be a knight of Venus for the rest of your life?"

Shen Shutang pursed his thin lips lightly, his eyes shining.

This is an invitation, a lifelong commitment.

Fu Chuan was stunned for a moment, then said without hesitation: "Of course I am willing."

This is Fu Chuan's lifelong medal of glory, and no one who wants this position will give up.

at the same time.

A Maybach drove to the gate of the Shen family villa.

Fu Zhengchao and Fu Ling'er came down from the car. They were dressed dignifiedly and showed a high-end and upper-class air in every gesture. The driver helped carry the large and small bags to the door.

"Ling'er, today is the day when Director Shen specially invites us to be guests. We must not lose our etiquette."

"Dad, I know..."

During the recent period, Fu Ling'er was busy with the company's affairs while secretly investigating what Ju Mei had done abroad. He was so busy that he couldn't sleep well for several days.

The transaction with Fu Chuan continued. Fu Chuan massaged Fu Ling'er regularly once a week. Maybe he was too tired and worried. The effect of Fu Chuan's massage became weaker and weaker, making Fu Ling'er's headache worse.

Fu Ling'er asked Fu Chuan if he could give her two massages a week so that Fu Ling'er wouldn't suffer so much. In exchange, Fu Chuan said - "Are you worthy? How many are you worthy of! If I push harder, the contract will be torn up!"

Fu Ling'er still remembers the look in Fu Chuan's eyes at that time. It was so disgusting and contemptuous, as if looking at garbage, just like Fu Ling'er looked at Fu Chuan before.

Fu Ling'er withered instantly, humbly like a beggar in front of Fu Chuan, not daring to make any mistakes. No matter how painful it was afterwards, he could only grit his teeth and sweat and push through. Wait until a week later Fu Chuan contacted Fu Ling'er for treatment again. Headache.

Now Fu Ling'er's value to Fu Chuan is only a little bit. Fu Chuan is irreplaceable to Fu Ling'er. Only Fu Chuan's massage can slightly relieve the pain of Fu Ling'er tearing his brain. Without Fu Chuan, Fu Ling'er can't imagine her. What will life be like in the future? There is no solution to this disease until now!

The boomerang of time finally hit Fu Ling'er.

Fu Chuan used to be a dog licker, but now Fu Ling'er wants to ask for help from others.

After the identity is reversed, you only know what "pain" is when the knife actually pierces your body.

The person who is the first to give his feelings and wants the most is the one who is most easily hurt. The other side will only sneer, stand by and leave, waving his sleeves without taking away a single cloud.