After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

Lu Zhilu leaned to the side, eating melon without any trouble, and smiled evilly: "Lao Bo and I have been brothers for so many years, but we didn't know that Lao Bo had hidden such a confidante. Miss Song, you are quite mysterious."

These four words, confidante, bite quite hard.

It was as if he was telling Qiao Yu on purpose.

Song Zhi was not a good troublemaker and could handle it with ease, "Mr. Lu was joking."

She did not refute the title of "confidante". Her mission tonight was to explore Qiao Yu's background.

Bo Hanshi didn't refute.

Little Xiangsi asked Qiao Yu curiously: "Mom, what is a confidante?"

Qiao Yu looked very calm, as if he really didn't feel anything was wrong, and explained to the child: "Just like you and Big Fatty, they are very good friends."

"Okay! I also want to be my father's confidante."

Qiao Yu smiled, "You are my father's little cotton-padded jacket."

It's just that this little cotton-padded jacket occasionally leaks air.

Bo Hanshi stood aside and looked at Qiao Yu, trying to find a hint of loss or sadness on her face, but he looked at her for a long time.

No.

Nothing at all.

Qiao Yu was extremely calm, not even the slightest bit rude, let alone jealous.

Calm to the point of indifference.

Is this the attitude towards a "love rival"?

Song Zhi was also observing silently, Qiao Yu... was definitely not normal.

She seemed to be very enthusiastic about the people and things around her, and she pretended to be involved in their chats, but her enthusiasm seemed to be wrapped in a layer of disguise.

There was never a trace of smile in his eyes.

After a while, Nan Chu also came.

Qiao Yu said: "Everyone is here, I'm going to see if the food is ready."

Nanchu didn't want to stay in the living room and face Lu Zhilu. After entering the villa, he greeted everyone but ignored Lu Zhilu.

She took Qiao Yu's arm and said, "I'll go with you."

The two of them went to the kitchen together.

Lu Zhilu stared at Nan Chu's back, feeling inexplicably angry.

Is she blind? Don't you see him standing here?

In the Chinese kitchen, Chef Zhang is still cooking.

"Miss Qiao, there are a few more stir-fries, they will be ready soon."

Qiao Yu nodded, "There's no rush."

Nan Chu poked his head into the front living room, leaned over and asked, "The woman in the photo that Lu Zhilu posted on WeChat Moments last time is that Miss Song, right?"

"Ah."

That night, Bo Hanshi got into Song Zhi's car and stayed out all night. He came back the next morning with his shirt slightly wrinkled.

Nan Chu curled her lips and complained: "What is she doing here? Do you really want to be a stepmother for little Xiangsi?"

"Although this is our first meeting, this Song Zhi should have a good character. If Bao Hanshi really plans to be with her, as long as she treats little Xiangsi well, there is nothing wrong with her."

Seeing Qiao Yu say these words so calmly, Nan Chu was shocked.

"Yuyu, are you not jealous at all?"

"Jealous? What identity do I use to be jealous?"

She is neither Bo Hanshi's wife nor his current girlfriend.

What right does an ex-girlfriend have to be jealous?

Nan Chu couldn't believe it, "You and Bo Hanshi have been in a relationship for so many years, and you really let it go?"

Qiao Yu narrowed her eyes, her thick eyelashes covering up the dark emotions under her eyes.

She said in a very calm voice: "Sometimes suitability is more important than whether you love each other. If two people are together and always think of the bad memories of the past, it is better not to be together."

Otherwise, pain and love will torture each other.

So what if you can't let it go.

In this world, many things have no results. No result is itself a result.

When the food is served, dinner begins.

There are five adults and one child, a total of six adults. The restaurant has a rectangular dining table. It is better for three people to sit on one side to pick up food.

Naturally, Xiao Xiangsi wanted to sit with Qiao Yu.

Nan Chu also sat down next to Qiao Yu unceremoniously.

Bao Hanshi's black eyes stared at her coldly.

Nan Chu's back felt cold, but he still refused to leave. He pointed to the opposite side and muttered: "You and your brother can sit over there."

Anyway, Bo Hanshi and Lu Zhilu have a "deep brotherhood"!

Bo Hanshi glanced at Qiao Yu, who seemed very satisfied with this arrangement.

He gritted his teeth, grimaced, and sat down next to Lu Zhilu.

But Lu Zhilu was not an energy-efficient person. He moved a chair, sat outside, and squeezed Bo Hanshi with his arm: "Miss Song is your confidante, what's the point of me sitting with her?"

Bo Hanshi was squeezed into the middle, with Lu Zhilu sitting on his left and Song Zhi sitting on his right.

Qiao Yu also sat in the middle.

In this way, Song Zhi is opposite Xiao Xiangsi, and Lu Zhilu is opposite Nan Chu.

And in the middle... Bo Hanshi and Qiao Yu were face to face.

This is considered correct.

Bao Hanshi's right arm was injured and he couldn't hold the chopsticks with his right hand. These days, Qiao Yu either feeds him or holds the chopsticks with his left hand.

It’s not that you can’t pick up the chopsticks with your left hand, but it’s just not as convenient as your right hand for picking up food.

These days, Qiao Yu is used to taking care of her. When she was about to pick up food for Bo Hanshi, Song Zhi was already holding a pair of serving chopsticks and picked up a shrimp for Bo Hanshi.

Qiao Yu picked up a piece of braised pork. Seeing this, he gave the piece of braised pork to little Xiangsi who was standing aside.

The chopsticks turned calmly.

But little Xiangsi pouted and said, "Mom, why did you forget! I don't eat braised pork!"

Because the braised pork is a little fat, Xiao Xiangsi doesn't like to eat it.

How could Qiao Yu forget the taste of little Xiangsi.

She was startled for a moment, then put the piece of braised pork on her plate, "Then you eat the ribs."

She gave Little Xiangsi another piece of ribs.

"More shrimps!"

Qiao Yu picked up another shrimp and peeled it for her.

Little Xiangsi glanced at the shrimp on her father's plate and said, "Dad doesn't have the hands to peel the shrimp, so he can't eat the shrimp. Mom, peel it."

Qiao Yu finished peeling the shrimp in his hand and fed the shrimp meat to little Xiangsi.

I picked up another shrimp and was about to peel it for Bo Han.

Song Zhi glanced at her and said calmly: "Miss Qiao is busy enough feeding the children. Han Shi, let me peel the shrimp for you."

As soon as she said this, the atmosphere on the table changed instantly.

Bo Hanshi didn't refuse, he just stared at Qiao Yu's face.

It is a good test to test whether one person has feelings for another person. When a third competitor appears in the relationship, if the other person is still indifferent, then there is a high probability that she has no feelings for him.

Otherwise, if Song Zhi was so provocative, why didn't Qiao Yu react at all?

If it had been seven years ago, Qiao Yu would have begun to declare sovereignty by now.

The food on the table was so cold that I instantly lost my appetite.

Qiao Yu didn't speak. He kept his head down while eating or helping little Xiangsi pick up the food. He never raised his head to look at him or Song Zhi from beginning to end.

Not even a curious glance.

But Nan Chu couldn't stand it: "It's rare to get together today, Mr. Bo, I think we open a bottle of red wine. Miss Song, how do you drink?"

Song Zhi smiled and accepted the move, "Not bad. Miss Nan, do you want to compete with me?"

"Okay, let's get through it."

Song Zhi raised his eyebrows: "Then drink something red, let's drink something white."

When Nan Chu's temper got angry, she also got very angry. She put her chopsticks on the table and said, "Okay, I can take the car home when I'm drunk. Can someone take you home when you're drunk?"