Fu Yichen said softly.

"I don't know what's interesting in the capital, but I know the road, and we'll go out by car, and we'll go wherever you see it."

Song Baoxuan looked at Fu Yichen, Fu Yichen has been in the capital for several years, don't you even know what is interesting in the capital?

"Don't you usually go out to play?"

Fu Yichen shook his head, Fu Shen never took him to play, and Fu Yichen himself was not interested in going out to play.

"Well, I haven't come out to play."

"So what do you do all day?"

"Study, exercise and go to the company or socialize with my father."

Song Baoxuan inexplicably felt a little sympathetic to Fu Yichen, and according to what Song Rongchang and Li Dahua said before, Fu Yichen's father didn't seem to be very good.

"Is your father nice to you?"

"Hmm."

Fu Yichen responded and didn't say much about Fu Shen.

Whether Fu Shen is good to himself or not, in fact, Fu Yichen doesn't have any feelings, because he doesn't have deep feelings for Fu Shen.

Or he doesn't have much emotion towards other people, Fu Yichen sometimes suspects that he has a nervous problem, after all, his emotions are really too light.

"The man I saw in the village before was your father, you look a little alike."

Fu Yichen didn't answer this question, but handed a tissue to Song Baoxuan.

"Your clothes are dirty."

Song Baoxuan looked down and saw that there was a very conspicuous drop of oil stains on her white clothes.

She took Fu Yichen's tissue and wiped it, but she didn't wipe it off.

Fu Yichen walked over and said to Song Baoxuan.

"You can't wipe it, I'll wipe it for you."

After speaking, he took another tissue and lowered his head to help Song Baoxuan wipe the oil stains, and Song Baoxuan subconsciously took his hand away when he reached over.

Song Baoxuan looked at the hairy head under her chin, and the clothes on her neckline were still grabbed by Fu Yichen in her hands.

She felt that her clothes were shaking with Fu Yichen's movements, a little embarrassed!

However, Fu Yichen helped Song Baoxuan wipe the oil stains very seriously, and didn't think much about it at all.

A waiter in the store saw the posture of Song Baoxuan and Fu Yichen, thinking that Fu Yichen was doing something terrible, and immediately covered his eyes.

Then he pulled another person and said.

"Don't go over, that little couple is making out!"

The waiter's voice was not very small, Fu Yichen and Song Baoxuan both heard it, and Fu Yichen paused to help Song Baoxuan wipe the oil stains.

He looked up, originally wanting to see Song Baoxuan's reaction, but he saw Song Baoxuan's slender and fair neck, as well as a very delicate collarbone.

In addition, he was holding Song Baoxuan's collar's clothes in his hand, which made Song Baoxuan's neckline a little crooked, and even revealed another white dress.

Fu Yichen realized what he saw and swallowed his saliva.

Then he immediately let go of Song Baoxuan's clothes, and by the way, he helped her pull her clothes and cover the clothes that were accidentally exposed.

Song Baoxuan was embarrassed, especially when she heard the waiter's words, she was relieved to see Fu Yichen sitting back in her place.

Fu Yichen looked at the paper that helped Song Baoxuan wipe the oil stains just now, felt a little hot, and quickly threw it aside.

His heart was pounding, but his voice was calm.

"I can't wipe it, let's wait and buy one and replace it!"

Song Baoxuan looked at Fu Yichen with no expression on his face, and his voice was normal, so he thought that he didn't hear the waiter's words or didn't care.

Since Fu Yichen felt that it was nothing, and besides, they were nothing, so Song Baoxuan suppressed his unnaturalness.

"Well, it's hard to deal with oil stains on white clothes."

When Fu Yichen heard Song Baoxuan say white clothes, his hands trembled, and then he returned to his nature.

He felt that he was so undeserved, how old was this girl, and he actually thought of some strange things.

Next, Fu Yichen didn't speak, Song Baoxuan didn't speak, and the two of them focused on eating.

However, Fu Yichen sandwiched some dishes for Song Baoxuan from time to time, and when he saw Song Baoxuan put down his chopsticks, Fu Yichen asked.

"Finished eating?"

Song Baoxuan nodded.

"Eaten, what about you?"

"I've eaten too. Waiter, checkout. ”

The waiter came quickly, and she also glanced at Song Baoxuan's neck several times, and then noticed the folds on Song Baoxuan's clothes, with a really like this expression.

Song Baoxuan was a little hairy by the waiter.