Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

When the two of them walked back to the box one after another, Ling Qingyu, who drank two glasses of extremely expensive red wine on the pretext of drinking some red wine to relieve the taste of seafood, was talking to Su Yuzhu in high spirits about his past travels to the sea.

Do you still remember Tahiti? Let's go hiking together. What kind of mountain is that? That brat Shi Fang only focuses on picking herbs and always can't keep up. Then you stare at him... There was a hint of drunkenness in his eyes. Ling Qingyu smiled at Su Yuzhu.

I remember wrong, that was me. Yan San took the wine glass away from her hand. It doesn't matter if she gets drunk when she goes back, but it won't be good if she gets drunk here. She doesn't want others to see her charming appearance.

Ah, by the way, it's Yan San~ The voice was slightly provocative, Ling Qingyu turned back and kissed him on the cheek.

Tahiti, did you go there again later? Su Yuzhu pretended not to notice and looked at her with a slight smile. He still likes to drink red wine the same, gets drunk after two glasses of wine, and gets drunk just the same. Will do some weird things.

I went there several times, and Yan San even picked pearls for me. By the way, Ling Qingyu raised his head and said to Su Hexiang who was sitting back: Every time Axiang would bring me the latest pearls...

She's drunk. Yan San interrupted her decisively and looked at Su Yuzhu with some defensive eyes. It had to be said that this person really knew Ling Qingyu very well and could let her unknowingly do it in front of him. Drunk...it seems that he underestimated him a little.

Is this your former friend? Su Yuzhu glanced sideways at Yan San, then gave Ling Qingyu a piece of durian cake that had just been served. The chopsticks were still in mid-air. Ling Qingyu turned around and waved to speak, and the chopsticks touched his. Yuzhu subconsciously reached out to catch the durian cake that fell from the chopsticks.

I still remember that when they were studying in the United States, there were no scholarships at Stanford’s School of Economics and Management, and the tuition was expensive, and the cost of sailing was even more expensive. Most of the classes were rich or children of wealthy families, and others did not care about such a small amount of money. At that time, he was just the son of a foreigner, and he had a small amount of living expenses every month. Ling Qingyu's family had just started to grow up, and after paying the tuition, he didn't have much money for her to play, so the two of them went out to work together whenever they had time. , save money to go sailing.

At that time, they were very frugal. What they often ate was terrible pizza for a dollar a piece, or a half dollar and a half roast chicken with two bowls of white rice in Chinatown. He had a big appetite, and every time she would eat it. She would give him half of the meal, and he would give her the chicken legs. Sometimes there would be food that the customers didn’t want at the place of work, and that would be a tooth-whacking sacrifice for them.

One time, the guest had something to do, and the durian cake he ordered was returned before it was served. The durian cake was not delicious when it was cold, and the guest had already paid, so the boss gave the portion a quarter. The price was sold to them and both were given a five-minute break.

The two of them were sitting on the steps at the back door of the Chinese restaurant, looking at the stars in the sky from the narrow skyline in the back alley, eating the delicious durian cakes with relish, and describing in words how many delicious things they would eat if they had money in the future. Wonderful prospects.

It was at that time that Ling Qingyu said she wanted a candlelight dinner.

As for durian cake, it has become his favorite in the past ten years. He doesn't necessarily eat it, but just looking at it, it seems that he can see the girl who is still in high spirits even if she is wearing a dirty kitchen blouse, squinting her eyes and looking full of enjoyment. He took a bite of the crispy and sweet durian cake, and while he was constantly admiring it, he stuffed the rest of the durian cake into his mouth.

Someone once held him in the palm of their hand and put it on the tip of their heart, wishing to give him all her good things, sincerity, true love, tenderness...

However, now, the person in her heart and palm was no longer him.

With a sudden pain in his heart, the durian pastry fell into his palm, and the rich yellow pulp with a rich aroma flowed out from the cracked pastry and flowed down his palm, burning the palm of his hand. It was bright red, but Su Yuzhu seemed to be unconscious, just staring at the broken durian cake in a daze.

Uncle! Su Hexiang called, quickly took his hand, wiped off the still hot pulp with a towel, and said to the waiter: Bring ice cubes, you, go to our car and ask the driver for ointment. .”

Su Yuzhu came back to his senses, clasped his hands together and said, It's okay, it's nothing, don't bother me.

Ling Qingyu, who was slightly drunk, was awakened by such a fright. Seeing that his palms were red but there was no trace of pain on his face, he asked tentatively: Don't you feel pain?

Su Yuzhu chuckled and shook his head: It doesn't hurt, I don't feel any pain anymore.

Ling Qingyu was startled. No pain? His legs are prosthetic, he is blind in one eye, and now he can’t even feel pain...

Something surged deep in his heart, and impulsively, Ling Qingyu said: I have a Tibetan doctor friend who has really good medical skills. If you have time, ask him to show you. He is very good at treating difficult and complicated diseases. .”

Okay, help me make an appointment. Su Yuzhu replied obediently.

You'll stay at my place. Come over whenever you have time. As soon as Ling Qingyu finished speaking, she was already half drunk and could feel cold sweat breaking out on her back.

Is this your new villa? By the way, when are you going to move? Ignoring the cold gazes of those three people, Su Yuzhu smiled lightly and said, I have prepared a settling-in gift. , I’ll send it to you when it’s convenient.”

The day after tomorrow is an auspicious day, so we'll move on that day. Ling Qingyu said, facing the gaze behind him.

Okay, I'll ask Xiaoxiang to deliver it to you tomorrow. Su Yuzhu moved the hand that Su Hexiang had put on ice and said, After you move, I'll bother Dr. Qianba again.

Seeing the expression on Ling Qingyu's face that he was following me and spying on me, Su Yuzhu couldn't help but smile and said: There is a small park next to where you live now, right? There are often some aunts doing exercises there. Dr. Qianba can enjoy it there now. Welcome, when I was wandering there, I heard those aunts chatting and said that he cured many of their backaches and lived in your villa.

Ling Qingyu still accused him with his eyes, are you following me? Why are you hanging around my house when you have nothing to do? That’s not an area for rich people like you to hang out! A small park...

This drink is very strong. You should go back and rest early. By the way, these were caught just early this morning. You can take them back. Here is how to make them. Su Yuzhu withdrew his hand from Su Hexiang and pointed to a large bowl brought in by the waiter. There was a box of frozen seafood, and she handed a few pages of paper to Yan San next to her, and said: I always said that I would treat you to a big meal...the day after tomorrow, I will come to celebrate your housewarming, okay?

Come on, come on, come directly to your door next time. I said, when I went to the small park to exercise, those aunts asked me to pay attention mysteriously. Ling Qingyu sighed. The original words are, although your husband's injured legs and feet are now in bad condition, he is not necessarily well, even though he looks like a human being.

Su Yuzhu chuckled again unconsciously, letting the men's eyes look like daggers, and said softly: Okay!