On one side of the gallery, Shen Qingqing and Enron stroll in the modern exhibition area. Looking at the colorful oil paintings, she lost much interest. When she was bored, Fu Qing, dressed in a black suit, strolled from the exhibition hall in front of her. Shen Qingqing stopped him immediately.

"Mr. Fu!"

Fu Qing looks back, but just to the last pair of clear sprouting eyes.

His heart stopped suddenly, as if time was still at this moment.

Enron pulled Shen Qingqing's sleeve, covered his lips with shyness, and said, "Qingqing, who is this man? How handsome he is

Shen Qingqing didn't expect that she didn't know him. She said in dismay, "Hey, don't you know Mr. Fu? It seems that he and Jiang are always good friends. "

"I haven't seen it before, but I seem to have heard President Jiang mention it." Enron tilted his head and said, but his eyes had been fixed on Fu Qing.

Fu Qing in their two people talk has come back to God, looking down at the front of the marble tiles, eyes full of shock and secret joy.

"Thank you very much that day, Mr. Fu." Shen Qingqing said sincerely.

Fu Qing shook his head, tone is less than the usual three points at random, "nothing, should be."

"Who is this?" He turned to Enron, repressed his emotion of almost reaching the critical point, looked at her and asked.

Enron was a little uncomfortable when he stared at her like this. She couldn't tell why. There was a trace of excitement in Fu Qing's eyes, just like a long drought and rain, which made her feel a little panic.

"This is Enron, the Secretary of President Jiang." Shen Qingqing introduced him gracefully.

Fu Qing said meaningfully, "I didn't expect President Jiang to have such a secretary."

This sounds strange, and Shen Qingqing doesn't know how to answer it, but Fu Qing laughs, "Miss Enron looks very good in her blue and blue cheongsam. There are two beauties around President Jiang. I really envy others!"

Usually, Enron, a cheerful man, was not sure how to open his mouth. He simply avoided his eyes and stood behind Shen Qingqing.

Fu Qing also found that his attitude was a little too much. With a light cough, he picked Shen Qingqing's eyebrows and jokingly said, "Miss Shen, last time I found that you could hold Mr. Jiang's hand, how did you do it?"

"Ah?" Shen Qingqing was confused by his words.

Enron, who pretended to be an ostrich beside her, suddenly jumped out and yelled, "what! You shake President Jiang's hand

Shen Qingqing looked at Fu Qing who was laughing secretly, and was surprised to see Enron's eyes. Suddenly, she had a hint of clarity in her heart. She joked, "is Jiang always clean? He doesn't like to have physical contact with people? Every time you touch someone's hand, you have to wash your hands with soap again and again? "

Enron looks at her with strange eyes, while Fu Qing laughs.

"Qingqing, don't you know that Jiang always has mental illness? He can't touch any women, you are the first one to touch him Enron said.

Shen Qingqing was struck by lightning. She recalled that she had grasped Jiang Fengming's hand twice before. At that time, she only thought that he might be a cleanliness addict, so she would behave abnormally. But she didn't think that he had a mental illness!

"Why Shen Qingqing looks at Fu Qing with a smile on her face.

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