Chapter: 775

He stood there unmoved.

"I do not deserve."

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

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

After getting rid of the others, Fu Yechuan's face obviously improved a lot.

In front of him was a muscular homeless man with tattoos. He was holding a violin and playing the violin. He was very intoxicated, and many people around him stopped to watch.

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

But the sound of the zither sounded like an old woman's wail.

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 homeless man glanced at Fu Yechuan's legs, then at the beautiful and bright Su Nan, looking at her with regret and sympathy.

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

Fu Yechuan frowned expressionlessly, as if he was thinking about something.

The homeless man couldn't help but ask, "Can you understand my piano?"

If you don't understand, go away.

He looked at Fu Yechuan, except for his good looks, other parts were useless, especially his legs.

Therefore, there was a bit of disdain in his attitude.

Fu Yechuan raised his eyebrows and snorted lightly, "It's ugly."

"What?" The homeless man's brows turned cold, and he was about to step forward to argue.

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

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

The tramp rolled up his sleeves without saying a word, his body was covered in tattoos, he was very vicious.

Walk towards them.

"Sorry, this person has a brain problem, I have to fight with him!"

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

"Su Nan..."

Su Nan didn't care about the bumpy wheelchair.

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

What are you running?