Chapter 183

Han Yue wasn't joking, she was a little hungry.

Just across the street from the subway station is a shopping street with lots of specialty restaurants.

Directly across from her was a small shop specializing in curry.

Behind the transparent glass case, there are various simulation models of curry rice, which looks very appetizing.

But unfortunately, before Han Yue could see the price of curry beef rice clearly, her vision was blocked by a black Audi parked in front of her.

"Is this fast enough?"

Fu Ye got out of the car with kindness and opened the door of the co-pilot seat for Han Yue.

"It's okay."

The corners of Han Yue's lips were slightly hooked, and he immediately fastened his seat belt after getting into the car.

God knows how long Fu Ye hasn't driven, and whether his driving skills are still passable.

However, Fu Ye seemed to have mind-reading skills, and quickly guessed what Han Yue was thinking in his heart, and proved his driving skills by himself.

It only took half an hour to get from the vicinity of the college to the five-star business hotel more than ten kilometers away.

This is still during the concentrated time after work, and this speed can be said to be quite terrifying.

Han Yue sat in the co-pilot's seat without changing his face, as if he had long been accustomed to Fu Ye's way of driving.

"It's here!"

After Fu Ye handed over the car key to the doorman, he personally opened the car door for Han Yue.

"Just go through the motions, I'll go say hello to the heads of a few families, and then take you to supper."

Most of the meals at this kind of drinking party are not to be eaten, and the beautiful fondant cake no longer needs sugar for half a year.

The two of them were picky about the various meals at the reception before they were reborn, and now they both know each other's habits.

"Then let's go back to the curry."

Han Yue thought about it for a while, and reached out to take the initiative to hold Fu Ye's arm.

In fact, their match is a bit funny, especially Han Yue, whether it is her figure or dress, she does not meet the conditions of a female companion.

But she can stand by Fu Ye's side very confidently, because she doesn't care about her appearance, and she also knows that the people around her don't care even more.

Such a combination just walked into the banquet hall, and it attracted the same attention from the surrounding crowd as last time.

Some people don't know Fu Ye and Han Yue, and they can't help but be amazed when they see this combination of handsome men and "ugly" women.

There are also those who know them, seeing that Fu Ye is still taking Han Yue to attend the drinking party, they can only be secretly jealous, and on the surface, they have to take the initiative to come forward to say hello with a smiling face.

"Fu Shao!"

"Fu Shaohao!"

They didn't dare to mock Han Yue because of Fu Ye, but it didn't mean that they would be polite to Han Yue.

Nine out of ten of the people who came to greet Fu Ye ignored Han Yue.

Fu Ye was as cold as ever, and he didn't even nod perfunctory to these people.

"I'm going to say hello to those family heads, do you want to go with you?"

Fu Ye knew that Han Yue was probably not interested in this kind of activity, but he still inquired.

"Go ahead, I'll get some food and wait for you on the terrace."

"Hmm."

Fu Ye nodded, and then walked towards a group of middle-aged men with wine glasses.

Han Yue went to the dining table to pick up a few pieces of dim sum and walked to the terrace with a glass of juice.

But before she could push the door in, she heard a woman's laughter coming from inside.

"Look at the dress you're wearing, my grandmother doesn't wear this brand anymore!"

"And where are people still using this kind of rustic glitter eyeshadow now, you look in the mirror and see if you want to have a goldfish with swollen eyes!"

"Perfume is the sweetheart of the bad street, is your taste really in line with the identity of the daughter of the nouveau riche?"

"Hahaha, Sister Qianqian, this can't be blamed on her, like her, a dirt bun who suddenly made a windfall at home, she must not even know what salon perfume is!"