Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

The black Bugatti moved away from the sight of the two and drove out of the school.

On the co-pilot, Wen Qingyue looked at the side of the road with envious eyes, and said, "Mr. Fu, don't you have a low-key car?"

Fu Han turned the steering wheel with one hand. Hearing this, he glanced at her with no emotion on his face, "I only drove this car to the company, but there is a Bentley in the garage. Does it meet your low-key requirements?"

Wen Qingyue: "..."

Since when has Bentley been the most low-key in the cognition of the rich, it's great to be rich!

"How many cars does Mr. Fu have?" Wen Qingyue looked at Fu Han with clear eyes.

She loves cars as much as other girls love lipstick and bags.

Fu Han could hear the excitement in her tone that couldn't be concealed, and was a little surprised, "I don't remember, you can pick it up anytime you want."

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows and vaguely passed the topic.

He is free to choose such words at any time, but she can't be free, after all, they are just a cooperative relationship.

The car had already left Jiangda, Wen Qingyue was not familiar with the surroundings, she looked sideways at the driver: "Where are you going to eat?"

Fu Han stepped on the brakes unhurriedly and stopped in front of the zebra crossing, "What do you want to eat?"

"Huh?" Wen Qingyue looked at him confusedly, "I treat you to eat."

Inviting others to eat is naturally what they want to eat, what she invites, why do you ask her?

Fu Han turned to look at her, "When you go out for dinner with Madam, you must respect Madam's choice."

Wen Qingyue heard the word Madam from his mouth suddenly, couldn't react for a while, and looked at him in a daze.

The four eyes met, and the man's eyes were full of smiles, and after she realized it, she looked away in a little panic.

Next to it is the snack street of Jiangda University, and many students who have no classes squeezed into the snack street through the zebra crossing.

Wen Qingyue ignored the somewhat rapid heartbeat, recalling the teasing smile hidden in Fu Han's eyes, the thought of revenge instantly emerged, and pointed to the snack street with a lot of students, "Then go there."

There were a lot of people in the snack street, and it wasn't very spacious, so Fu Han couldn't drive in, so Fu Han parked his car in a nearby temporary parking space.

The two walked in side by side, Wen Qingyue looked at a few food stalls, bought a stinky tofu, and took advantage of the sideways look the boss had given her to observe the man standing a few steps behind.

Fu Han was wearing a pair of straight suit trousers and a white shirt tucked into the waistband. He wore a suit jacket of the same style as the suit trousers on his arm. Just standing so casually showed a lazy and noble temperament. He was completely integrated into this place. If you don't go in, it's like a high-end western restaurant opened in the snack street.

"Little girl, your stinky tofu is ready." The boss handed the packaged stinky tofu to Wen Qingyue, and inevitably looked at Fu Han a few more times.

Not only the proprietress, but also the students around him are all looking at him.

"How much?" Fu Han stepped forward to pay her as if he didn't notice.

The boss was stunned for a moment, and only woke up from a dream when Fu Han gave him a questioning look. Seeing Fu Han taking out his suit pocket, his eyes lit up and said: "15..."

Fu Han lowered his eyes, took out his mobile phone to scan, and tapped on the mobile phone with his slender fingers, "15 yuan will be credited to WeChat account!"

The light in the boss' eyes went out instantly, and he swallowed the rehearsed words.

Wen Qingyue saw the change in the proprietress's expression throughout the whole process, looked at the calm face of the proprietress, and smiled inwardly.

She guessed that the proprietress probably thought that Fu Han had to pay in cash, and was going to say that there was no change, but unfortunately real life is not an idol drama, and Fu Han is not the kind of president who carries cash and wallet with him.

Wen Qingyue thought about the os in the proprietress' mind, suppressed her laughter until her eyes crooked, she glanced at Fu Han, and led him forward.

Wen Qingyue still didn't have the nerve to bully Fu Han too much, so she took him to a restaurant with a better environment.

After entering, she chose a seat near the inside and sat down. Wen Qingyue glanced at the menu and looked up at him, "What do you want to eat?"

"You can do as you like." Fu Han replied absently, took a few pieces of paper from the tissue box next to him, and wiped the greasy table in front of him.

Wen Qingyue saw that he was unwell, so she didn't pierce it, and ordered quickly, "Boss, I want a medium pot duck feet, medium spicy, no coriander! Two servings of rice."

"Okay!" The boss returned to the kitchen with the menu. Seeing that he was still wiping the table, Wen Qingyue smiled and took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag, took out two and handed them to him.

Fu Han paused, looked at the little girl with a smile in her eyes, knowing that the little girl did it on purpose, to get revenge on him for molesting her in the car.

"Thank you!" Fu Han took the wet tissue and wiped his hands. The disinfectant tissue made him feel better.

Wen Qingyue lowered her head and ate the stinky tofu, and suddenly remembered the depressed expression of the proprietress, and the smile in her eyes became more obvious.

"Why are you so happy?" Seeing her holding back her smile, Fu Han couldn't help asking.

Wen Qingyue looked up at him, and pushed the stinky tofu in front of him, "Do you want to eat?"

Fu Han glanced at the black and smelly tofu stained with several ingredients, and refused without hesitation, "Eating too much of this kind of fermented moldy and deep-fried food is not good for your health, and you don't Eat some."

Wen Qingyue curled her lips noncommittally, and brought the stinky tofu back to her, not bothering with his words of pouring cold water.

A young master like Fu Han who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth probably has never eaten at this kind of place since he was a child, let alone this kind of junk food.

This kind of behavior is hardly insulting, but the living environment is different, so it's normal if you can't accept it.

"You've been laughing since I paid, what embarrassing thing have I done?" Fu Han was not interrupted by her.

Wen Qingyue will

The stinky tofu swallowed, and seeing his eyes full of doubts, he kindly explained, "The proprietress has watched too many idol dramas, and thought you would pay in cash like those male protagonists, or the ones that don't require change for a hundred, she will pay for it." It’s a good draft, but I didn’t expect you to pay with your mobile phone.”

Fu Han looked at the vivid eyebrows and eyes when he talked about what happened just now, and seemed to be infected by her smile, and there was a smile in his eyes, and he continued jokingly: "It seems that we need to bring cash next time."

Wen Qingyue smiled, but didn't answer.

The dishes she ordered were served quickly. There was a dry pot of duck feet with potato slices and lettuce in it. The aroma was already wafting out, and it looked very appetizing.

Wen Qingyue had already dismantled the bowls and chopsticks, sanitized them with hot water and handed them to Fu Han.

Fu Han watched the slender and white hands put the sterilized bowls and chopsticks in front of him, he was stunned for a second, and joked: "You look like I'm not a gentleman."

Wen Qingyue teased while washing another pair of bowls and chopsticks, "Don't rich families require their wives to take care of their husbands? Just think that I have adapted in advance."

Just now he was embarrassing him for teasing her because of the word madam, but now he said it calmly.

There was a smile hidden in Fu Han's eyes, and he answered the words kindly: "Thank you, madam."

"..."

Heh, dog man, it's amazing to cut black in vain!You are noble!You have thick skin!