"My husband is just an ordinary programmer."

casually pinched a lie and continued seriously, "Marriage needs to be maintained by both parties, and it can't be so hard for him to be alone." ”

She pushed the coffee over to Fu Yancheng, and said with a decent smile: "Although I don't make much, I take care of my family." ”

What Sheng Mian said was the image of his imagined qualified other half.

Obviously, Fu Yancheng is far from this image in all aspects.

"What about Mr. Fu, just now that young lady said that you are married, I don't know what kind of person your wife is?"

Sheng Mian is just casually looking for a topic to ask in order to get closer to the customer.

After all, this person didn't even know her name or appearance, and what answer could he expect from him.

Fu Yancheng really frowned lightly and replied very honestly, "I don't know." ”

However, she refused to divorce for a long time, and even the divorce agreement was sent to the Sheng family, and the woman did not react.

What was she waiting for?

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It's just that he wants to continue to slap Fu like a moth.

Sheng Mian was surprised by his openness, and just as the waiter came to serve the food, she also changed the topic.

"Chef Bell is an art lover, and the best thing about it is that he incorporates famous paintings into food."

Three delicate dishes were served, the colors seemed chaotic, but they complemented each other perfectly.

"Mr. Fu, please."

Sheng Mian felt that the ghosting in front of him was getting worse and worse, and he just wanted to complete the task from the short conversation quickly and go to the hospital early.

But Fu Yancheng held the coffee cup and asked casually, "How do you know I have a stomach problem?" ”

She was stunned for a moment, "Guess, I heard that Fu is always a workaholic, and he often doesn't eat on time." ”

In fact, when he was on the phone with Mr. Fu, the old man complained, saying that Fu Yancheng was too obsessed with work and often had stomach problems.

He could only hope that Sheng Mian would remind him to take care of it.

Sheng Mian didn't want to brush off the old man's kindness, so he had to agree every time.

However, in the past three years of marriage, the two have not even seen each other once.

The dishes in the back came up one after another, and Sheng Mian briefly introduced everything, and observed Fu Yancheng's reaction by the way.

But Fu Yancheng was the person she had ever seen who could control her micro-expressions the most, and after seven paths, the other party had never even fluttered her eyelashes.

Sheng Mian couldn't tell which one he preferred.

Even when I was picking up vegetables, I only tasted them a few times before putting down my knife and fork.

None of them like it?

She even wondered if Lin Jing's information was right, if Fu Yancheng had studied art-related things before, he shouldn't have reacted so shallowly.

"Miss Penny?"

“penny？”

Sheng Mian came back to her senses, only to find that Fu Yancheng was already standing in front of her, her eyebrows twisted slightly.

Her mind went blank, as if the memory had just been lost, and she hurriedly said, "I'll go check out." ”

Fu Yancheng glanced at her, if it weren't for her expression being too sincere at this time, she would really think that she was thinking about how to deliberately evade the order just now.

The waiter put the bill in front of her, but she didn't respond, so she had to reluctantly put the POS machine to Fu Yancheng.

Fu Yancheng felt funny, swiped the card, and caught a glimpse of Sheng Mian still in a daze.

"It's over."

Sheng Mian stood up in embarrassment, getting up too quickly, already dizzy, and leaned towards him unexpectedly.

Fu Yancheng wanted to avoid it, but he noticed that this place was not far from the escalator, and after a little hesitation, the person had already fallen into his arms. www.

only to realize that her whole body was hot.

The cold fragrance on the man's body rushed into his nose, and his sleepy and confused brain resumed its operation, and he didn't care about the discomfort, so he forcibly retreated to the side, "I'm sorry, maybe I was cold last night." ”

Cold?

Fu Yancheng saw her little face and looked pale, thinking that this person should not lack the roots and tendons to soak in cold water all night, right?

"Since you're married, why didn't you notify your husband to pick it up last night?"

That kind of medicine, it's much more comfortable for people to help than to boil it yourself.