After a song, Fang Zhiyu was still a little immersed in the emotions just now, and her heart was like a lively deer, "Plop, plop!"

The warm applause that suddenly remembered made her come back to her senses suddenly, and the two returned to the table together, Jiang Xiaochu had already adjusted her thoughts, with a faint smile on her face, and her eyes were full of appreciation.

"It's so good to play, I didn't expect Mr. Xiao to not only be in the shopping mall, but also have such a high attainment in playing the piano. ”

As he spoke, he turned to Fang Zhiyu, and his voice became more and more gentle, "Zhiyu, after so many years, you still play this piece so well Liang Zhu." ”

Fang Zhiyu curled the corners of her lips and smiled, but did not respond to his words.

Xiao Junchen glanced at Jiang Xiaochu coldly, with a bit of sharpness in his pupils, he stepped forward to separate Fang Zhiyu from the other party, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a little arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, "Mr. Jiang praises falsely." ”

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, he leaned over slightly and took the handbag that Fang Zhiyu put on the seat, "Let's go first." ”

The smile on Jiang Xiaochu's face was a little stiff, nodded, and the other party Zhiyu said, "Zhiyu, then see you next time." ”

Fang Zhiyu nodded, and walked out of the restaurant with the man's footsteps.

Looking at the backs of the two of them, Jiang Xiaochu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smile on his face became more and more cold.

Leaving the restaurant, Xiao Junchen did not go to the car, but pulled Fang Zhiyu to stop behind a corridor.

Fang Zhiyu's brows furrowed slightly, with a little doubt in her eyes.

The man looked at her with heavy eyes, and suddenly said, "I found out that Jiang Xiaochu was here a long time ago, so I deliberately brought you here." ”

Seeing that the little woman's eyes widened in surprise, she looked at herself with a smile, his eyes were a little playful, and he was attached to close the distance between the two.

Fang Zhiyu reflexively tilted her head slightly, as if she wanted to dodge, but a pair of big hands climbed up, gently but undeniably against her chin, and forcefully made her raise her head.

The man's tone was indifferent, but a little domineering, "You are my wife, and no one can covet it." ”

Fang Zhiyu couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when the man's ink pupils were as dark as the night, and a faint oblique red couldn't help but fly on her fair cheeks.

She blinked, her plump lips pursed slightly, and she was about to speak, but a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

The shyness just now gradually disappeared, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the different colors at the bottom of her eyes, she hooked the corners of her lips, but there was no smile on her face, her eyes looked straight into the man's eyes, and said, "What about you and Wen Jingxuan?"

As soon as the words fell, she clearly felt the man's eyes sank, and the hand on his chin was relieved of some strength.

Her eyes gradually cooled, and the charming atmosphere just now disappeared in an instant, and she coldly hooked the corners of her lips, revealing a somewhat mocking smile.

Turning his head slightly, dodging the man's hand that was still in the air, Fang Zhiyu's tone was cold, "That's really embarrassing, my Zhiyu's man can't be coveted by anyone." ”

She raised her eyebrows, her eyes were indifferent, but for no reason it made people feel that she seemed to be a little sad, and for a moment, Xiao Junchen actually had the illusion of seeing a trace of tears in her eyes.

"If you still can't let go of Wen Jingxuan, then you shouldn't provoke me. Fang Zhiyu glanced at him coldly, turned his head and left.

Looking at her resolute back, Xiao Junchen's eyes were cold, and the hand hanging by his side was clenched.

The night breeze suddenly rose, blowing away the corners of Fang Zhiyu's clothes, making her back more and more delicate, Xiao Junchen's footsteps moved slightly, but remembering the words of the little woman just now, that step, how could she not take it again.

Returning home alone, Fang Zhiyu threw herself into the bed, thinking of everything that happened today, and the man's reaction, her heart felt like she had been squeezed into a large glass of lemon juice, sour and astringent, and her chest seemed to be choked with a large ball of cotton, which made her breathe a little uncomfortable.

With a faint sourness in her eyes, Fang Zhiyu turned over and blinked vigorously towards the ceiling.

Her stomach let out a soft "purring", and the hunger pang made her feel more and more depressed.

The grievances drowned her like a tide, and she breathed deeply to calm her emotions, but to no avail, cool tears dripped from the corners of her eyes and slid into her temples.

She raised her hand to cover her eyes.

The mobile phone that was put aside rang suddenly, but Fang Zhiyu turned a deaf ear, and the ringtone gradually weakened, and a few seconds later, it rang again.

Raising her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Fang Zhiyu cleared her throat and pretended to be calm, "Hey?"

"Zhiyu, are you home?" Jiang Xiaochu said in a faint concerned voice.

Fang Zhiyu replied lightly, "Hmm." ”

"I was in the restaurant just now, I saw that you didn't have time to eat, I'm off work now, Zhiyu, can I invite you to dinner?"

Sensing Fang Zhiyu's hesitation, Jiang Xiaochu said again, "Ah, I'm sorry, are you with Mr. Xiao now? ”

As soon as the man was mentioned, Fang Zhiyu felt angry, and said angrily, "No, you send me the location of the restaurant, and I'll go over now." ”

Thinking that Xiao Junchen was only jealous and didn't even let himself eat dinner inconsiderately, Fang Zhiyu became more and more angry, and the pace of going downstairs was a little faster.

But what Fang Zhiyu didn't know was that at the moment when she just got into the car, a black Bentley stopped downstairs under her, and Xiao Qi walked into the elevator with a huge mahogany lunch box.

Jiang Xiaochu chose a Chinese-style restaurant, and the two sat behind a screen.

"Zhiyu, you try this dish, I remember when you were in college, you liked this dish the most, but unfortunately the restaurant in question is closed, otherwise we can relive the memory." Jiang Xiaochu said while picking up vegetables, with a gentle smile on his face.

Seeing Fang Zhiyu's faint expression, he said again, "This dish is also his signature dish, do you remember this dish in the South Canteen when you were in college? Every time there is a queue, you love to eat this dish, I always sneak out in advance and go to the restaurant to queue up." ”

Saying that, the waiter came in again, Jiang Xiaochu's eyes lit up, and he got up and took Fang Zhiyu's small bowl, "I remember that you loved to drink this soup when you were in college, and his family makes soup is a must, you can try it." ”

Listening to Jiang Xiaochu keep talking about the things of the two of them back then, Fang Zhiyu was unconsciously in a trance, a little like an illusion of another world, and the eyes kept appearing, all of them were the handsome faces of men, and his deep eyes were like dark nights, which were breathtaking.

The screen used for the partition was suddenly pushed open, and Fang Zhiyu glanced over unconsciously, just one glance, her eyes widened in surprise.

Xiao Junchen's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and he walked in with long legs, his cold pupils seemed to be cold, and he looked at Jiang Xiaochu coldly.