Chapter 811

Feixue hands the dog food to song Qian.

In fact, I want to take off my mask and thank him personally, but I don't think it's necessary to think about it for so long.

She doesn't need friends here. After all, she can remember that three years ago, her close male friends didn't end up well.

As for the money he gave her on her bank card, she will give it back to him when she has a chance.

"Thank you."

Song Qian said thank you gently.

Carrying dog food back to his apartment.

Fischer pulls the door handle and is about to close.

Song Qian suddenly turned his head. "By the way, do you have a cold? Why do you still wear masks at night? Do you need a doctor for you? "

"I don't have a cold, thank you."

With a bang, Fisher closed the apartment door.

The next day, Fisher didn't announce.

She got up early and changed into a sports suit. She has the habit of running in the morning.

Busy work needs good physical support.

Put on the mask and cap, and leave early.

Outside the community is a park.

The sunshine in the morning is very good.

Fisher ran around the park.

She met song Qian again in the park.

He was wearing a white sportswear, earphones in his ears, running alone.

He's right in front of her.

I didn't expect that he also had the habit of running in the morning.

To avoid bumping into him, Fisher stopped running and took out her cell phone to call her assistant.

"Lin Xiao, when will you come back to arrange work for me?"

The assistant at the other end of the phone asked, "my little ancestor, I'm afraid you're not brain damaged. You've been busy for a month. It's not easy to have a day off today. When can I arrange work for you?"

"I don't want to be idle. Can't I just want to work?"

"Yes, that night, let's invite the director to have a dinner and finalize the heroine of your first play."

"Good."

Hang up. Fisher leans on the bench and takes a look at the sunrise.

After running, Fisher went out for breakfast and went back to the apartment to have a bath and sleep, then went out at night.

But when she went to the bathroom and took off her clothes to take a bath, she found there was no water.

How can water be cut off?

There used to be servants to take care of her. She couldn't take care of herself at all.

Now, in order to keep a low profile and live alone, she occasionally asks hourly workers to clean her house.

But she can't get the water off.

Dressed, walked out of the bathroom and called the assistant.

"Lin Xiao, my apartment is out of water. Why is the water cut off? "

"My eldest lady, you didn't pay the water bill, did you?"

"No."

Fischer thought about it. It seems that she has been living for a month since she moved in. She didn't pay the water and electricity bills.

In her life, there was no such thing as paying for water and electricity.

"Tut Tut, it's a real life idiot. I'll come back later to help you hand it in."

"OK, but I want to take a bath. I'm sweating all over."

"Then you go out and open a hotel room to wash."

"If you don't, you will be photographed by the paparazzi."

"Then bear with me. I'll go back to the train in Yuncheng now. It will take a few hours to get there."

Lin Xiao shouted at the other end of the phone.

This is the only one who dares to yell at her like this, which is why Fisher chose her as her agent.

It's an acute child. It doesn't bend.

She doesn't like to deal with all kinds of people who go around the city.

Hang up. Fisher is lying on the sofa feeling sick.

Turn on the TV and get ready to watch it to kill time.

Just watched for a while, beep, TV is also dark.

It's glorious that the electricity in the apartment has been cut off.

Damn it, it's not alive.

Forget it. Go to the next room.

Fisher, wearing sunglasses and carrying a bag of clothes, rings the doorbell of the apartment next door.

Wearing a bathrobe, song Qian seems to have just finished his bath and pushes open the door.

I took a look at the beauty standing at the door.

"Hello, neighbor of 1501. May I help you?"

Fisher raised her head and took off her sunglasses.

Show the delicate and beautiful face in front of song Qian.

Seeing the face of Feixue, song Qian didn't say anything for a long time.

"You You are... "

"Remember me? Fisher. "

"You live next door to me? That was you yesterday? "

Song Qian grabbed his hair awkwardly, revealing the embarrassment of a big boy,"Yes, I'm afraid you'll pay me hundreds of thousands, and I can't afford it, so I didn't dare to show my face."

Fisher made up a reason for herself.

"How dare you show your true face now? Do you have money to pay me back?" Song Qian asked with a faint smile.

"No, I'll have money when I get my ad back."

"Oh, I remember. You're a star."

"A star who doesn't have money now. No, he didn't pay the water and electricity bills, so there was no electricity and water supply at home. I ran to take a bath. Can I borrow your bathroom?"

"Sure, come in." Song Qian walked out of the way and led her into his apartment.

After entering the apartment.

Fisher was deeply attracted by the pictures on the wall and in the living room.

"Are you a painter?"

Fisher went over and looked at the pictures.

It's magnificent and looks valuable.

"Yes, I have my own studio gallery. I hold some auctions occasionally. Do you like painting? I'll send you one of my favorite paintings. "

"How can I do that? Your paintings must be expensive. I'm poor now."

In fact, Fisher always said that she was poor.

But she found a gold card in her suitcase that day.

The head of the household is Jin Si. There are at least tens of millions in it.

But the money of that card, she didn't move a cent, finally broke the card and threw it into the toilet.

"It's just a piece of work."

"Do you mean it's easy to help everyone?" Feixue looks around his living room at the paintings and shows her admiration for song Qian.

"Yes, after all, it's not very difficult. It can be understood as a matter of hands. by the way. This is the bathroom. You can use it as you like. I have to go to the studio to draw. If you want, please call me. "

"Good."

After taking a bath, Fisher sneaks into his studio.

Song Qian in the studio is coloring the painting with a watercolor pen. He looks very focused. Feixue doesn't have the heart to disturb him.

"Have you washed it? Do you know the account number of your utility bill? Why don't I go downstairs and hand it in for you? "

"No need to bother you. My assistant will be back soon. She will help me to fix it. Thank you today."

"Why do we always thank each other?" Song Qian put down his palette and went to Fisher. "Big star, if you want to thank me, please give me a signature."

"Big painter, can you give me a autograph?"

Fisher asked with a smile.

"My signature is not worth the money." Song Qian shook his head modestly.

"Is it? I just used my mobile phone to Baidu a moment ago. One of your paintings is worth millions. It's a Chinese painter chosen by the international painting exhibition. Your signature is not worth money. Is my signature worth money? "

"Well, how about we swap?"