Jiang Wu pursed her lips tightly.
Fu Chengyan's calm and confident expression made her feel a little nauseous.
And when he ordered his sour plum soup, she didn't have to drink it.
So she didn't say much.
Even though her memory of yesterday was just a scene, she understood Fu Chengyan.
If she deliberately refused to drink, he would definitely try to recruit someone to force her to drink in order to complete his plan.
Based on this, before the waiter brought the second cup of sour plum soup, she took out her mobile phone and approached him and said: "Seungyan, Mr. Zhang asked me to compose a very positive song today. Mr. Zhang and Boss Xiao have both seen it. Well, you haven’t seen it yet, and what I most hope you can do is take a look at it for me.”
She can be sure that Fu Chengyan will not make random guesses about her behavior.
Because before these things happened, she trusted him and relied on him. If she wrote a piece of music, she would show it to him immediately or play the piano for him, hoping to get his approval.
Moreover, Fu Chengyan is also a man. He just wants to give her up for profit, but the machismo in his heart will also make him enjoy the feeling of being trusted by a woman.
As she thought.
Fu Chengyan was startled for a moment, then a joyful look appeared in his eyes, "Let me take a look."
Jiang Wu watched with him, looking at her phone and Fu Chengyan's expression.
That look, to outsiders, really means looking at a lover.
But Xiao Shiqing didn't look at her now.
He was sending a message to Gu Jingye.
[How many people did you bring here? ]
Soon, Gu Jingye came to reply: [Team, what's wrong? ]
Xiao Shiqing: [That's good, I made the worst possible decision. You take Yan Meng and Wu'er abroad tonight, and I'll send Zhang and Fu in. ]
Gu Jingye: [? ]
Xiao Shiqing: [They drugged my wife in front of me. ]
Gu Jingye: [You'd better be steady. When you come back this time, you are not coming back to reconcile with Jiang Wu. You are looking for Pei Yi's whereabouts. Only Zhang knows his whereabouts. You can't be impulsive. ]
When he saw this text message, Xiao Shiqing raised his eyebrows and deleted all the text messages. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Wu and Fu Chengyan opposite.
In order to divert Fu Chengyan's attention, Jiang Wu was pointing at a melody she had made up on her phone and said, "Chengyan, I think something is not good here, but I don't have any other inspiration. Please help me think about it."
The corners of Fu Chengyan's lips curled up, "I think it's great, but you can do what's down there..."
Wearing a white suit, Fu Chengyan, who talks about poetry and poetry when not talking about work, has a dignified and elegant temperament in his every move.
Xiao Shiqing's Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his gaze again. He casually swiped his fingers on his phone twice, and finally opened the photo album.
Those more than two thousand photos, in addition to the four-dimensional color ultrasound images of his and Jiang Wu's unborn child, are various photos of Jiang Wu and Fu Chengyan in the same frame in the past four years.
She would hold Fu Chengyan's arm and look at him with joy in her eyes.
Fu Chengyan was the only one in those beautiful eyes.
They would also push shopping carts in the supermarket together, and she carefully selected what Fu Chengyan liked to eat.
If Fu Chengyan's cheating had not been discovered, if Fu Chengyan had not discovered it, Fu Chengyan wanted to plot against Jiang Wu...
What that photo told Xiao Shiqing was that Jiang Wu was very happy following Fu Chengyan in the past four years.
People who really love flowers will of course want to take them as their own.
But seeing the flowers being protected and well-nourished by others, the thought that arises is not that of "must get it", but that I just hope that the flowers can bloom happily, even if the flower keeper is not me.
If Hua'er is hurt, how can she watch silently from behind...
After a while, all the dishes were served and the bottom of the pot was opened.
There were also two more cups of sour plum soup on the table, one for Jiang Wu and one for Xiao Shiqing.
At that time, Zhang Yushan, who had been looking at his mobile phone before, put down his mobile phone and greeted them cordially: "Children, it's time to eat!"
Jiang Wu immediately turned off her cell phone. Seeing that no one had adjusted the ingredients, she stood up and asked Zhang Yushan: "Mr. Zhang, what ingredients do you want to eat? I will help you adjust it."
There are movable tables on both sides of the table. On one side are the dishes they ordered and on the other side are the side dishes.
Zhang Yushan smiled, "Just sesame paste, thank you for your hard work, little Jiang."
Jiang Wu nodded, took out four sets of dishes from under the mobile table with various colors of condiments, and mixed them for Zhang Yushan first, and finally spoke to Xiao Shiqing again.
"Where's Boss Xiao?"
Xiao Shiqing was still looking at her phone, "I'm free to do whatever you think is delicious."
Jiang Wu couldn't help but frowned, feeling a little uneasy inside.
In addition to the dirty nature deep inside men, she has accumulated a lot of experience in observing words and expressions over the years, and feels that it is easy to guess the expressions of men outside.
But she really couldn't guess Xiao Shiqing at all.
Fu Chengyan saw her expression of embarrassment and immediately said, "Shi Qing said it's casual."
Jiang Wu nodded and mixed a bowl for him according to her favorite recipe.
When the prepared ingredients were placed in front of him, Xiao Shiqing's eyes flashed with astonishment, and the corners of his lips could not help but curl up.
He raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "Miss Jiang's ingredients are well prepared."
Jiang Wu was stunned for a moment and didn't think much about it, "As long as Boss Xiao can accept it."
But her tune was more than good.
As the steam came out of the mandarin duck pot in the center of the table, my thoughts were instantly brought back to the past.
That was five years ago, and it was winter.
New York City in Country M, like North City now, has been snowing for several days.
The garden villa located behind a dense forest has completely blended into the snow and is completely white.
The warm interior of the villa has extremely bright colors.
A whole piece of bright and dust-free glass, with wind and snow on one side and warmth on the other.
The beautiful and gentle girl sat in front of the pure white piano in front of the window and played a song about winter, "First Snow" by Bandari.
On the long table not far behind her, there were two boys with good-looking faces and similar looks, and another beautiful girl preparing ingredients for hot pot.
The girl playing the piano was playing seriously when suddenly another boy with a delicate and stunning face appeared behind her.
He leaned forward in front of her, holding a small transparent bowl in his hand, his bright eyes curled up, and he said to her: "Honey, how do you like the taste of this?"
She freed up one hand, picked up the chopsticks in the bowl and tasted it briefly, "Wow, this smells so good. What did you add to it?"
The boy's lips curled up, feeling a little proud, "It smells good, right? I added three spoons of vinegar, three spoons of soy sauce, three spoons of sugar, three spoons of salt, and..."
"Can these create this flavor?"
The boy's Chinese is still a bit rusty, always mixing Chinese and English, "I don't know (I don't know), I originally wanted to make a practical joke on Gu Jingye... to make him have diarrhea, but it tasted pretty good. .”
"Not only does it taste good!" She stopped playing the piano and took the bowl of sauce from his hand with a smile, "It's so good, hubby, I want to eat meat with this!"
The boy followed her and asked, "Isn't my husband very powerful? Does he have the potential to be a chef?"
"It's amazing, it's amazing!"
The boy's face was full of satisfaction at her praise. He took her other hand and behaved like a big dog that wags its tail: "Then my husband will do the housework and my wife will be the pianist."
"That's what you said!"
At this point in his thoughts, he was pulled back by Jiang Wu's words: "Chengyan, yours is still the same as before?"
