After the divorce, Sheng Shao indulged in pampering

The next day, Fu Yu invited Xia Qinghuan to have dinner.

She refused: "No, I..."

Fu Yu interrupted her, jokingly said: "You promised to be friends that day, but it's not okay for a friend to invite you to dinner?"

Xia Qinghuan was a little uncomfortable.

Ever since she bumped into Sheng Yan that day, she has always subconsciously stayed away from Fu Xiujin.

Now thinking about it, Sheng Yan's engagement banquet is about to begin, and she and Fu Xiujin make friends normally, why should she care what Sheng Yan thinks?

She should come down and rush to the dinner.

The dinner table.

Fu Xiujin proposed: "Sheng Yan's engagement banquet is about to begin, can I invite you to be my female companion?"

He looked serious, not joking.

Xia Qinghuan's expression froze instantly, and she smiled unnaturally.

"Based on the current relationship between the two of us, it should not be suitable to attend together, which will affect the image of you and Fu."

Fu Xiujin's eyes darkened for a moment, and then returned to normal in a blink of an eye, so close that no one around him could notice.

"I don't care what they think, we're friends now, aren't we?"

Xia Qinghuan smiled but didn't smile: "I thought you cared about Fu's image the most."

In the past, Fu Xiujin seldom took her to public occasions, so that they were married for three years, few people in the circle had seen her, and more people only knew that Fu Xiujin was married, not who his wife was.

Now that the two are divorced, the other party wants to invite her.

It's a pity that there is no title, and the teacher comes from no name.

Looking back on the past, Fu Xiujin regretted the past, and hated Lin Duoer even more in his heart.

If he hadn't divorced Xia Qinghuan, he wouldn't have been cautious about being friends like he is now.

He couldn't help asking: "Do you... still love me?"

Xia Qinghuan's eyelashes trembled slightly: "I was young at that time, maybe I couldn't tell the difference between gratitude and love, which caused you trouble, I'm sorry."

This answer was far beyond Fu Xiujin's expectations.

He didn't believe it, and asked back: "Impossible, how could you never love?"

Xia Qinghuan looked calm, smiled without saying a word.

The love she thought in the past was too shallow.

She used to think that she loved Fu Xiujin, but in just over three years, and a few months after the divorce, she no longer had feelings for Fu Xiujin.

Love doesn't disappear, it doesn't transfer, and if it does, it's not enough love.

Can love that is not enough love be called love?

Love is noble and holy because it never dies.

End of the world, unswerving determination.

Everyone has different views on love in different periods, at least in Xia Qinghuan's view, she did not love Fu Xiujin in the past.

It's gratitude, it's goodwill, it might be called liking, but it's not love.

Sometimes silence hurts more than definitive answers.

Fu Xiujin lowered his eyes and fiddled with the cups in front of him.

"Then who do you love? Sheng Yan?"

"I don't love anyone." Xia Qinghuan didn't want to talk about this topic too much, and teased, "I can't love myself?"

The dull atmosphere on the table was swept away.

Fu Xiujin changed the subject knowingly and picked some light-hearted topics, and the two chatted back and forth, laughing constantly.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a cold snort came from not far away, Xia Qinghuan raised her eyes to see that Kuang Lang walked past her, her eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

Xia Qinghuan was slightly puzzled.

She and Sheng Yan get together so often, and they have no grudge against Kuang Lang. Why does the other party think that her nose is not a nose, and her eyes are not eyes?

Kuang Lang glared at her, then glanced at Fu Xiujin.

To Tang Ruanruan behind him, he pointed at Sang and scolded Huai.

"Others hurt you thousands of times, you treat others like first love, do you have any brains?"

"Some people, it's nothing else, it's just cheap."

Xia Qinghuan remained indifferent, sitting quietly like a bell, and eating in an orderly manner, as if she hadn't heard it.

However, Fu Xiujin was furious and his face was gloomy. If Xia Qinghuan's eyes hadn't stopped him, he might have quarreled with Kuang Lang on the spot.

The one who reacted the most was Tang Ruanruan.

Her eye sockets were red then.

Kuang Lang didn't look back, not knowing the change in her expression, he repeated a few words, turned around and found Tang Ruanruan's tears were hanging on the side, if she couldn't shed them, she was about to cry.

He just reacted.

Tang Ruanruan just had a falling out with her first love recently, and often drank to relieve her sorrow.

Since she almost had an accident in Meishi that night, she stopped drinking in Meishi, but she would still take the wine back to the staff dormitory to drink, and use the effect of alcohol to help her sleep.

Now he was insinuating, seemingly referring to Xia Qinghuan, but actually hurt the more sensitive Tang Ruanruan.

"Don't cry," Kuang Lang pulled a tissue and threw it to her, his tone a bit fierce, "It's ugly to cry, I brought you out for work, you have a mournful face, are you going to scare away the partners? "

Snapped!

Tang Ruanruan's tears fell completely, she wiped her tears in a hurry, and raised her head to keep the tears from falling.

"Sorry, I know my duty."

Kuang Lang glanced at her, his brows furrowed deeper, and his eyes overflowed with irritability.

"Forget it, go back."

Tang Ruanruan's face turned pale when he heard the words, and he begged: "I can do well, don't fire me."

These days, she has crazily used work and alcohol to numb herself, but her work efficiency is even higher, and every task is done very well.

Feeling frustrated, she couldn't afford to lose the job.

Kuang Lang was even more annoyed. He didn't bother to talk about Xia Qinghuan anymore, so he turned and walked forward.

"If you want to follow, follow, you don't even need paid vacations, you really don't have a brain."

Tang Ruanyuan breathed a sigh of relief, greeted Xia Qinghuan hastily, and chased after her.

After the two left, Fu Xiujin asked, "Kuang Lang seems to have a big opinion of you, because of Sheng Yan?"

Xia Qinghuan raised her eyebrows: "Why didn't you say he was targeting you?"

Fu Xiujin poured water for her in a gentlemanly way: "After dinner, I'll take you to the racecourse."

Before Xia Qinghuan could refuse, he added.

"Your next film will have a large horse battle scene, don't you plan to learn more about it before filming starts?"

Xia Qinghuan was surprised: "How do you know?"

In a few days, the crew will enter the venue collectively for horse fighting training.

The director asked for a few actors to be involved in horse fighting scenes. Stand-ins can be used for fighting, but they must be able to ride horses.

As a martial artist, she needs to design a lot of immediate fighting moves for this drama.

She can ride a horse, but she didn't have the chance to ride a horse in the three years of Fu's family, and she is unfamiliar with it.

After confirming the crew, she went to the racecourse to find the feeling, but the admission qualification of many high-end racecourses requires not only money, but also status.

At the horse farm she went to, the horses were moving slowly, and the follow-up was weak, and she failed to find the feeling.

For other invitations, she might refuse. The racecourse is just needed, and it is very tempting to her.

"It's just a normal concern between friends, don't feel pressured," Fu Xiujin didn't care, and chased after the victory, "Go? I've arranged two good horses, and I'm recharging my energy for the past few days, and I'm waiting for you to go."

Xia Qinghuan is kind and kind: "Mr. Fu is busy with work, so you go and get busy with business. Say hello there, and I'll go by myself."

The corners of Fu Xiujin's lips were stiff.

In order to successfully invite Xia Qinghuan, he worked hard, how could he leave at a critical moment.

"Not busy, I will accompany you."

Xia Qinghuan answered casually: "Aren't you busy after the divorce?"

Fu Xiujin's face became even more rigid: "Uh...yes."

In the past, he often didn't go home. When the other party asked, he would perfunctorily say that the company was busy, but today he would be slapped in the face.

Fortunately, Xia Qinghuan wanted to fly to the racecourse early, wanting to study the moves quickly, but did not pay attention to Fu Xiujin's reaction.

After eating, the two of them took a break and came to a certain high-end racecourse.

Leading a tall maroon horse, Xia Qinghuan stepped into the racecourse.

As soon as she entered the arena, she saw Sun Yuan resting beside her, and the brown horse she followed with her eyes. The man on the horse was no surprise, it was Sheng Yan.