Peach flavored warm wedding

Chapter 82 Husband, Husband, I Love You

Shu Yu didn't realize that she sent it to the wrong person until a few minutes later, the colleague beside her asked her: What is the show produced by the colleague from the exhibition department?
Shu Yu replied blankly: "I posted it in the discussion group."

The colleague flipped through it for a while, and asked doubtfully, "No, is my internet not good?"

Shu Yu glanced at the chat records, and after seeing what she had sent to Xu Zhan, she wanted to dig a hole and get in.

She doesn't seem to have called Xu Zhan - "husband" yet.

She coughed a few times, blushed and clicked to withdraw. The system notified that it had been more than 2 minutes and could not withdraw. Shu Yu had no choice but to post the name of the song to the group again and decided to play dead.

However, to her surprise, Xu Zhan didn't respond.

This is so unscientific.

From what she knew of him, the calmer he was, the more often dire the consequences.

But before he could think about it, Zhou Ting seemed to notice that she was distracted, and looked at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Why is your face so red? Are you uncomfortable?"

Shu Yu woke up with a start and shook her head quickly, feeling as if she was caught by the teacher when she was distracted in class.

Zhou Ting didn't ask any further questions, but a colleague at the side tugged at the corner of Shu Yu's clothes and asked her in a low voice, "Are you related to the curator? Why do you feel that she is so kind to you?"

Shu Yu thought, is there any?Wasn't that smile ironic?The capitalist businessman in the family also likes to laugh back with anger.

She shook her head and replied in a tone that only the two of them could hear: "Probably because I interviewed her."

It is also a rare VIP treatment in the museum.

Half an hour later, the meeting was over, and the colleagues scattered like birds and beasts, and there was no one in a blink of an eye. Shu Yu stood under the eaves of the gate, watching the dark night and the light rain, and silently wrapped his clothes tightly.

Zhou Ting went back to the office and was the last one to walk out of the gate. He was a little surprised to see that she hadn't left yet.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"Xu..." Shu Yu thought about it, and took advantage of Xu Zhan's absence, so he smiled and said, "My husband said he would pick me up, so he should be here soon."

With the foreshadowing of the previous text messages, it feels much easier to say these three words.

Zhou Ting looked down at the sound of the mobile phone, and smiled helplessly and took a step forward to stand beside her: "It just so happened that Secretary Lin said that it will take a while to get here because of the traffic jam on a rainy day. I will wait with you."

Shu Yu responded with a smile. Perhaps it was because she had had several contacts before, or because Zhou Ting's attitude was very kind at the moment, and she didn't feel embarrassed to be alone with the leader.

He even took the initiative to open his mouth to break the dullness.

"Curator, I haven't thanked you enough for my dad's incident last time."

"It's nothing." Zhou Ting stretched out his hand to check the size of the rain, and it seemed that it was about to stop, "But the last time I saw how you got along with your family... Did your parents treat you very well?"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that something was wrong: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend, if you don't want to answer, you don't have to answer."

"Actually, it's nothing. Maybe in their hearts, a daughter is a daughter after all."

The rotten concepts cultivated in remote villages have not changed even in big cities.

Zhou Ting's face was a little colder, and anger flashed in his eyes, but he was instantly suppressed.

Before he could speak, the headlights flickered not far away, the black Ferrari stopped slowly, and a man wearing a black coat and holding an umbrella stepped out of the driver's seat.

Shu Yu's right leg, which had just been raised, retracted silently. In fact, the rain was already very light.

"Sorry, I'm late." He stretched out his hand and wrapped her in his arms skillfully, before looking at the person opposite.

Zhou Ting looked at him calmly, then slowly stretched out his hand: "Mr. Xu, long time no see."

"Long time no see." Xu Zhan responded with perfect business etiquette.

"Curator, is Secretary Lin here yet? How about we take you back? It's so cold."

Zhou Ting waved his hand, looked at his phone again, and replied with a smile: "No, he happened to be here too."

In the next second, a silver car appeared behind the black Ferrari.

Xu Zhan squinted his eyes, his expression unchanged.

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