They waited for a while, and when the dessert was finally served, the manager of the restaurant personally pushed the food cart and brought the dessert.

The restaurant manager is an elegant woman with a calm temperament and a motherly brilliance. After she put down the dessert, she didn't leave immediately, but asked Zhang Yiman in fluent Huaxia:

"Are you Ms. Zhang Yiman?"

Zhang Yiman's gaze was withdrawn from the dessert and he looked at the manager and nodded.

After the manager got Zhang Yiman's affirmative reply, he put his hands in front of his lower abdomen and said elegantly and clearly: "I'm sorry to disturb the meal of the two." Well, there is a little girl in the band in our restaurant who is a fan of yours, and when she heard that you are here, she is very happy and wants to take a picture with you, but she is not convenient to move. If so, could you please help? ”

After speaking, he looked at Zhang Yiman expectantly.

After Zhang Yiman's big name, he is as good as ever to his fans, and there is no expansion after the popularity fire, and the requirements for fans are to meet them as much as possible. Now that she heard that one of her fans was inconvenient to move, she immediately wiped her hands and mouth, and the team manager said that she could go over.

"Thank you. The manager smiled.

As Zhang Yiman stood up, a woman also rose at the table behind her. The woman had a low-key face but a professional demeanor, and stood silently behind Zhang Yiman like a shadow.

Han Jue was originally worried about Zhang Yiman's safety, so half of his buttocks were raised, but when he saw that there were bodyguards, he sat back again. I continued to eat dessert.

"Uncle, I'll come back later, you eat first, don't run away secretly. ”

Han Jue rolled his eyes, thinking to himself what this was called, he would not run away.

"Don't finish the ice cream!"

Han Jue waved his hand at Zhang Yiman with a dark face.

Zhang Yiman hummed a little song and happily left his position. She followed the manager to a corner of the hall, where there were people with staff and no guests.

Suddenly, the manager on the side said to Zhang Yiman very apologetically:

"I'm sorry, Ms. Zhang, but there is no little girl. ”

Zhang Yiman looked at the manager in surprise. The bodyguard behind Zhang Yiman squinted his eyes and became vigilant.

"Here's the thing. We just received a bouquet of roses and a box of cakes at the front desk that we said we would like to give to your male companion. We almost delivered it, but my colleague and I looked at the card on the rose and thought it was a little strange. The manager said.

Zhang Yiman looked confused, and was led by the manager to a metal cart. In the car is a bouquet of bewitching red roses and a box of delicate cakes.

The manager gestured with his gaze that the strange place was here.

Zhang Yiman followed his gaze and soon knew where the strangeness was.

The roses are beautiful, with a palm-sized card inserted on them. It is written in Chinese.

Zhang Yiman took it and looked at it, and there were only a few love words written on it. The gist is that a person wants to make a misunderstanding clear.

And the postscript of the card postscript is-

[Girlfriend: Weng Nanxi].

Zhang Yiman's heart tightened.

What these three words mean, Zhang Yiman knew for a long time.

Zhang Yiman clearly remembers how deep his uncle's feelings are for his ex. When recording the show, Han Jue mentioned his ex on the camera, and he has always been straightforward without shying away from it. In fact, this approach is very inappropriate in a love variety show, but he just wants to say it, and he also said it to Zhang Yiman and told the program team to know. This nostalgia can make people know the weight of it. It was the ex, not the current talk, so Director Wang just cut out those words and didn't let Han Jue get off.

Whenever there is a dead of night, Zhang Yiman is very sad every time he thinks of his uncle's predecessor. This made her particularly jealous of the owner of the name [Weng Nanxi] for a while. Secretly infiltrated Weng Nanxi's fan forum and quietly followed Weng Nanxi's dynamics. Every time, I am afraid that one day Weng Nanxi and Han Jue's names will be linked.

But as time passed, it was found that Weng Nanxi and Han Jue had no intersection anymore. Zhang Yiman breathed a sigh of relief, she could feel that the three words [Weng Nanxi] were getting farther and farther away from her and her uncle. She thought to herself that if she and her uncle's show continued to be filmed for a year or two, sooner or later, she would be able to defeat the other party when facing [Weng Nanxi].

Whether it is in reality, or in the uncle's heart. She has a reason why she has to defeat the other party, because she knows that the woman who asked her uncle to write "Bloody Love Story" will definitely hurt her uncle more than a star.

She has the confidence to defeat the other one day.

But that day wasn't today......

"After the cake and roses were brought by the clerk of the cake shop, they said that they would give them to a person named [Han Jue] in our restaurant, a Chinese person. I didn't know Han Jue, and I didn't find Han Jue in the reservation list, thinking that the other party had made a mistake. But my colleagues quickly told me that Han Jue was a Chinese star and was eating in our restaurant right now. He also said that his girlfriend was a little girl named Zhang Yiman......"

The restaurant manager looked at Zhang Yiman.

"So I wanted to confirm your identity. After confirming that you are [Han Jue]'s girlfriend, I feel the need to ask you to come over and see if there is some kind of misunderstanding, or is it ...... Is this a lie that your boyfriend kept in the dark?"

The manager looked at Zhang Yiman sincerely. As a woman, she felt the need to help this lovely Chinese girl. Even if Han Jue is a big star as his colleagues say, that is not a reason for him to be amorous and deceive girls' feelings.

"Ah......" Zhang Yiman came back to his senses, and his muddy little head finally figured out what the manager meant, "This, thank you for your kindness, this flower and cake should be sent by his ex-girlfriend......"

The manager asked nervously, "So, is your boyfriend still in touch with his ex-girlfriend named [Weng Nanxi]?"

"No ......" Zhang Yiman opened his mouth, shook his head and just wanted to deny it, but he paused suddenly.

She suddenly thought of what Han Jue said when chatting just now - [There are two things that human beings can't throw away - old lover and weight].

[Is it broken?......]

Zhang Yiman looked at the cake and roses in amazement, thinking about Han Jue's sigh when he sang "Boy" at that time, thinking that Han Jue said [There are only two ways to meet your ex, one is to dream, and the other is to die. 】

All of a sudden, she lost her faith.

......

Zhang Yiman has been gone for a long time, and it is not a two-minute thing as the restaurant manager said.

Seeing that the outer layers of the table were melted with ice cream, Han Jue's brows furrowed suddenly.

[Could it be ......]

Han Jue suddenly thought of a possibility and became nervous.

[Could it be that the stupid girl escaped the order?!]

Han Jue gasped.

Just when Han Jue couldn't help but eat Zhang Yiman's ice cream, Zhang Yiman came back.

Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief, purely for the safety of the silly girl.

It's just that Han Jue found that the stupid girl's face was not good-looking.

"What's wrong?" Han Jue asked, "Is it about that little fan?"

Zhang Yiman sat back in his position, without saying a word, revealing a far-fetched smile.

Han Jue felt that Zhang Yiman's bodyguard glanced at him.

"What's wrong?" Han Jue asked again. He frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

Zhang Yiman shook her head, her smile was heartbreaking, she pointed to the ice cream on the table and said, "It's okay, let's eat ice cream, the ice cream is going to melt." ”

[What a silly girl who can't hide her emotions.] 】

Han Jue didn't ask Zhang Yiman anymore. Just silently and Zhang Yiman, you ate ice cream one by one.

The ice cream was a large portion, and Zhang Yiman insisted on ordering it. Placed between the two men, the two leaned forward and quickly put the ice cream in their mouths so that the half-melted ice cream would not fall on the table.

It was supposed to be full of laughter, but at this time, the atmosphere was extremely dull.

"I remember the last time you bought Turkish ice cream, you picked the strawberry flavor, how did you choose the chocolate today?"

"How about the live broadcast of my second American version of "The Singer" tonight?

"Tomorrow will be a long time recording, if you come to visit me, bring something to eat......"

Han Jue suddenly stopped his voice, stopped the spoon, and looked at Zhang Yiman quietly.

"Uncle......

"Hmm. Han Jue replied softly.

Zhang Yiman suddenly became very tired, raised his hands, put them on the table, and buried his face in the crook of his arm: "Why didn't I meet you earlier?"

The pianist seemed to have rested, and the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

Han Jue seemed to hear Zhang Yiman's choked voice.