Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

In the restaurant, after Wen Qingyue and Fu Han finished talking, they came out of the bathroom and walked into the restaurant.

Lu Yu had already ordered the dishes, so he handed her the menu and asked, "Is there anything else you want to eat?"

Wen Qingyue sat down, took a look at the menu, and said, "The creamy porcini mushroom soup is pretty good, would you like some?"

"Okay, have you eaten at its house?" Lu Yu heard some information from her words, and was surprised to find that she could read French.

Wen Qingyue added two servings of thick soup, and after handing the menu to the waiter, she curled her lips and smiled lightly, teasingly said: "Hey, I'm not the country girl who followed your ass when I was five or six years old. Over the years, I have transformed a lot, okay?"

The original owner has worked very hard to become excellent in the past ten years. Although she has never been to a high-end restaurant or enjoyed the life of a rich person, her mind is not barren. In addition to mastering English, she also taught herself French. Wen Qingyue I believe that if Wen Shuangshuang hadn't been harmed, the original owner would still be able to live well.

Lu Yu took a sip of his drink and said with a smile, "Okay, it's because I'm a small person. I forgot that you've been smart since you were a child. It's been almost half a year since you came back to your home. You must have seen everything you need to know."

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows, full of interest, remembered something, and asked curiously: "By the way, you are a professor in that department of Jiangda University? If I have a chance, I will go to a class and feel how different you are as a professor."

To be honest, she was a little afraid to imagine Lu Yu standing on the podium and giving a lecture.

"This..." Lu Yu rubbed his nose resentfully, "My father is a good friend of Li Xiao of Jiang University, Li Xiao knows that after I return to China, he wants me to teach a few classes for senior students in the Department of Finance, what to teach? Yes, it’s actually a bit embarrassing.”

He spoke of modesty, but Wen Qingyue knew that Jiang Da Li specially invited him to the school to teach finance students who were about to graduate, it must be because he had the ability and was very good.

Wen Qingyue said: "Fourth year, it's not like I can't miss the class, what a pity."

"There will be a lecture next week, and the whole school can listen to it. If you are interested, I will reserve a seat in the front row for you."

During the chat, the dishes were served one after another, and the two chatted while eating. Wen Qingyue found that Lu Yu was very talkative and had a cheerful personality, probably because he had been living abroad, and chatting with him was very relaxing. The world is far and wide, both the past and the present can say a few words.

After dinner, it was past eight o'clock when I came out of the restaurant, and the temperature at night was several degrees lower than during the day, and the wind was still a bit strong, so Wen Qingyue shrank.

Seeing this, Lu Yu handed Strawberry Bear to her, "I'll drive here, you wait for me here." While speaking, he also took off his scarf to help her put it on, Wen Qingyue retreated instinctively, and the two They looked at each other in astonishment.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward, Lu Yu smiled and said, "What are you hiding? The wind is so strong, you're not cold if you leak your neck?"

Wen Qingyue blinked, and politely refused, "No need, I won't be cold when I get in the car—"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Yu forcefully wrapped the scarf around her, and teased generously: "Little girl, keep a distance from me, don't worry, brother, I have no ill intentions towards you, or I would take off my coat early Here you go."

He said so, and if Wen Qingyue refused again, it would seem that she was plotting against him, and said dumbfoundingly: "I'm afraid that I'm so beautiful, and it will be a crime to block your peach blossom."

Lu Yu put his hands in his pockets, and raised his brows narcissistically, "It happens that I have a lot of peach blossoms, so you can block it for a while."

Wen Qingyue: "..."

The two teased and bickered with each other, not realizing that someone was watching them from across the street, and took pictures of their interaction.

Under the neon light, the woman is holding a shopping bag in her hand, and the man is standing sideways talking to her, holding a strawberry bear in his mouth, the frame of the picture is framed by the lens of the mobile phone, and the two become the protagonists in the picture, even if they are blurred It's hard to hide the outstanding appearance of the two.

Mo Hanshuang stared at the screen of the mobile phone with downcast eyes, gently sliding the photo album with her white fingertips, looking at the photos with gradually intimate movements, her eyes were cold.

How dare she?It's not enough to have the pity of the gods, how dare you be so intimate with other men!

Mo Hanshuang tightly clenched the phone, heard the voice called Ah Cheng, immediately locked the phone, restrained his expression and turned to look at Ah Cheng.

"Have you bought the medicine to sober up? Miss Su is drunk, and she doesn't have an assistant. Boss Fu asked you to take care of her."

Mo Hanshuang walked into the restaurant stepping on the steps, shaking the bag in his hand, "Don't worry, the medicine is ready, is it over? When will Boss Fu leave?"

Ah Cheng followed her back to the private room, and said: "It's over soon, Mr. Fu also drank some wine, I'll drive him off later, and you drive Miss Su back."

Mo Hanshuang was stunned, and said awkwardly: "I'm afraid not, I blocked a few drinks for Mr. Fu, and I can't drive."

Ah Cheng frowned, and now it was too late to ask for a price, so he said helplessly: "It depends on what President Fu arranges, if it doesn't work, we will go back together."

Ten minutes later, Mo Hanshuang helped the drunk Su Wanyu out of the restaurant, and Fu Han got into the car after him with his coat in his hand. Behind them were a few bosses who were so drunk that they were helped out by their assistants.

Su Wanyu got drunk and sat in the back seat with Fu Han, obediently tilting his head and fell asleep. Mo Hanshuang sat in the co-pilot and took out the hangover medicine, then took a bottle of water and turned around and handed it to Fu Han, "Boss Fu, hangover medicine."

Fu Han took the medicine and swallowed it in one gulp, rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "Ah Cheng, send Mo Hanshuang back first."

Among the few of them, Ah Cheng was the only one who didn't drink, and it was impossible for Fu Han to ask his secretary to take a taxi back while drinking, so he would send him off according to the distance he lived.

After sending off Mo Hanshuang, on the way to send Su Wanyu home, Fu Hanjiu woke up more than half, remembering that Wen Qingyue was eating out tonight, I don't know if he went back, and was about to call to ask, Wen Qingyue So I called him.

The ringtone woke up Su Wanyu, she moved uncomfortably, but did not open her eyes.

Fu Han: "Hey, on the way home, how about you?"

"I just got home." Sitting in the living room, Wen Qingyue squeezed Strawberry Bear's hand, and she could hear the drunkenness in the man's honest voice, and said clearly: "Have you been drinking?"

Fu Han rubbed the center of his brows, and smiled lightly, "Can you hear the voice?"

Wen Qingyue snorted coldly, deliberately teasing him: "No one told you that your voice is very sweet when you're drunk?"

"..., talking nonsense again."

Wen Qingyue smiled, and just when she was about to tell him to hang up, she heard Su Wanyu's voice from his side: "Ah Han... who are you talking to, uh... I'm so sad... ..."

"..."

What about the good entertainment?Why is Su Wanyu in his car?It sounded like he was drunk too.

"Why are you ignoring me? I feel uncomfortable, can you take care of you..."

"Yueyue, I'm hanging up." Fu Han frowned and pushed Su Wanyu away, hung up the phone in a hurry, and pulled away Su Wanyu who was leaning over again and clutching his arm coquettishly.