Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"Have dinner together tonight? Yipinfang."

Wen Qingyue was sitting in the cold drink shop, watching the message Fu Han sent 10 minutes ago with a straw in her mouth.

Tsk, is this the tone of order when rich people invite girls to dinner?

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows, holding the phone with her good-looking fingers, and typing with her thumb on the keyboard, "Did Mr. Fu order me to go over? Or an appointment?"

Wen Qingyue exited the background after the message was sent, and clicked into a certain book software to find the post.

Living in a strange place is troublesome, and you have to check everything slowly.

Before she found what she was looking for, Fu Han replied.

"about"

There is only one word for the short one, which is very similar to him, the speech is simple, the text is also simple, and there is no punctuation mark.

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows, wanted to refuse but changed her mind temporarily, "Okay, send me the specific time."

She is not familiar with Jiangzhou, but someone is familiar with it. Doesn't it mean that Jiangzhou can be said to be the Jiangzhou of the Fu family to a certain extent? As the owner of this city, Fu Han is no one more familiar than him.

Fu Han still has power and influence. I believe that as Mrs. Fu, if you ask him for something, he will give it to you, right?

The sky in Jiangzhou gradually dimmed, and the scattered clouds lost the thickness of the day, and the wind blows like catkins.

Wen Qingyue stood at the door of Yipinfang, which was decorated in a high-end, somewhat antique style.

Yipinfang is positioned as a high-end restaurant, so the price will naturally not be low. In addition, reservations are required, so almost all the people who come to eat here are famous people from Jiangzhou.

Although high-end restaurants are expensive, they are expensive for a reason. Both the environment and the service are the best.

Wen Qingyue dressed casually. After entering, the waiter of Yipinfang did not show any disdain or neglect, and asked politely, "Welcome to Yipinfang, miss, what do you need?"

Wen Qingyue: "A friend made an appointment."

The waiter smiled and said, "Please tell me the reservation number, and I'll check it for you."

Wen Qingyue looked down at her phone, ready to report Fu Han's phone number, when Fu Han sent a message, "Box 520."

"..." Wen Qingyue complained inwardly, it's such an ugly box number, and at the same time said to the waiter with a smile, "No, my friend is in box 520."

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized, "Okay, I'll take you there."

Wen Qingyue followed the waiter to the door of the box on the third floor. The waiter opened the door for her, and closed the door for them after entering.

Fu Han arrived a few minutes earlier than her. A few minutes after the message was sent, he saw her come in. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and he stood up and pulled a chair for her in a gentlemanly way: "Sit."

"Thank you!" Wen Qingyue calmly withdrew her gaze from looking around, and smiled at him, but she was relieved in her heart.

Fortunately, the layout of this box is not as vulgar as the box number, otherwise she should suspect that Fu Han's purpose of inviting her to dinner today is not pure.

"You came very quickly." After she sat down, Fu Han sat down opposite her, his deep magnetic voice sounded very casual.

Wen Qingyue smiled and joked: "I didn't eat it last time, so of course I have to be more active this time."

The last time, the two of them broke up unhappy. Anyway, the separation was not very happy. I didn't expect her to tease herself like a joke.

Fu Han was noncommittal, staring at her with deep eyes, "I'm sorry last time, today is an apology, and besides..."

He paused, and slightly turned to take something by his side, before Wen Qingyue could see clearly, he took it out.

It was a bouquet, small and delicate, three champagne-colored roses mixed with tiny daisies and a few eucalyptus leaves.

There was a double smile on the man's handsome and handsome face, and he handed her the flowers in a gentlemanly manner, "Apology gift, girls should like flowers."

Wen Qingyue was noncommittal, took the flower and lowered her head to sniff it, and said sincerely: "It's very beautiful, I like it!" After a pause, there was a brisk turn, "But I like other things more than flowers."

Fu Han: "For example?"

Wen Qingyue put the flower on the empty place beside her, her clear eyes met the man's unfathomable gaze, her lips slightly stained with lipstick moved slightly, and spit out nice words.

"For example, I want a pair of customized silver needles recently, and I want to test my driver's license."

She didn't hide her purpose at all, and told the man in front of her directly.

Wen Qingyue is very smart. A man like Fu Han is unfathomable. He cannot fully show his true self in front of him, nor can he be considered a fake.

"What do you want? I'll get someone to buy it for you." Fu Han pursed his lips with a slight smile.

All the women who approached him had goals like her, but most of them were hidden and covered under the cloak of love, but she was the only one who blatantly revealed what she wanted.

With a pure white face, he looks harmless to humans and animals, but he is actually a very calculating and cunning fox.

Fu Han thought it was very interesting, such a woman would be much more pleasing to marry and return home.

Wen Qingyue took out her mobile phone and sent him a sketch of the silver needles she had drawn. The length and thickness of each needle were clearly marked.

Fu Han glanced at it and sent it to Ah Cheng, who asked Ah Cheng to do it.

During the conversation, the dishes were also served one by one.

A table of Chinese dishes was full of color, fragrance, and smell. Wen Qingyue felt hungry immediately after smelling the aroma, and started to eat with her chopsticks without Fu Han asking.

Fu Han is not a talkative person, Wen Qingyue felt that he was dangerous, she kept it in her heart all the time, and seldom opened her mouth, so the two really ate quietly.

"Hi~" After eating, Wen Qingyue patted her stomach contentedly and burped lightly.

Fu Han looked at her relaxed appearance, and said, "When will you be free? Grandpa wants to see you."

Wen Qingyue's satisfied eyes widened wide awake in an instant, met the man's aggressive gaze, and said: "Something happened to my family, I haven't had a chance to tell my parents about our license."

The implication is, it's still gone.

"Yeah." Fu Han didn't seem to understand her subtext, "There's no need to rush the wedding, tell me when you're free, and I'll take you to see grandpa."

Wen Qingyue: "..."

Why is it impossible to avoid seeing the elders?

"Mr. Fu, I've been a little busy recently, and I'm not quite used to the relationship between us. Seeing your parents and seniors,"

"It can't be delayed," Fu Han guessed what she wanted to say, and interrupted directly, "I promised to bring you to see him within this week, otherwise he will find a way to find you."

"..." The time has been fixed, so why discuss with her?Insidious capitalist!

Wen Qingyue suppressed the dissatisfaction in her heart, thought for a moment, and said: "Then it's the weekend, which happens to be not a working day. But we have to sign the contract before meeting your parents."

What if he denies it after meeting his parents?Don't want such a good backer for nothing!

Fu Han: "As long as you write the contract, you can sign it at any time."

The capitalists are pretty cool!

Wen Qingyue smiled perfunctorily, stood up and said, "The meal is over, Mr. Fu is busy, so I won't bother you."