472 ravioli

Fang Yishen didn't know Fang Ziyou's thoughts, she redeployed the equipment at home with doubts, adjusted the interference and interception permissions of the equipment on Fang Ziyou's body, took off the headphones, and put away the small box.

"Big brother, are you going home tonight?"

"What's wrong?"

"I'm inviting you home to watch a big show."

Fang Yishen heard Fang Yiming's chuckle on the phone, touched his nose a little embarrassedly, and continued to add: "That, if you're busy, forget it." ”

"Okay."

Fang Yiming hung up the phone and shook his head with a chuckle.

There was an invitation to him to watch a play, obviously looking for a helper to set up a stage.

Fang Yishen hung up the phone of the eldest brother, dialed another one, and the other side was quickly connected.

"Where?"

"Jun's."

"I'll go find you."

Hearing this, the corners of Junyi's mouth rose, and he gently spit out a word: "Okay." ”

In the Jun's conference room, the jaws of the high-level leaders at the bottom dropped one by one. Their young master used to be able to laugh, and he smiled gently, is he going to give out sugar!

I hope the young master is in a good mood, and the next storm will not be too violent.

However, the moment Junyi hung up the phone, his face changed back to his original coldness in an instant, and even a little colder.

Tsk, the speed of changing his face is something that an actor has to worship.

All the high-ranking members of the Jun clan lowered their heads, not daring to look at Jun Yi.

I don't know what kind of stimulus this master is getting today, and he has to shrink a three-year project into one year. In the afternoon, more than a dozen plans were all rejected.

Outside, the scorching early autumn sun made people dizzy, but the conference room was as cold as an ice cellar.

"Adjournment."

Junyi dropped two words and left the conference room, looking at each other with a group of high-level faces, and roared in his heart: Which young master provoked this uncle!

"Young Master, what's wrong? It feels like falling out of love! ”

"Poof, you haven't woken up yet!"

Junyi went back to his office, picked up his coat and walked out.

The secretary behind him was confused and cautiously followed.

"You don't have to." Junyi didn't look back, leaving this sentence and entering the elevator.

It wasn't until Junyi entered the elevator that the secretary breathed a sigh of relief.

The young master's aura is too cold today.

Junyi went to the parking lot, and as soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw Fang Yishen soaring into the parking lot. When the car stopped, he got into the co-pilot and sat down, fastened his seat belt, and said with a dark face, "Pay attention to safety." ”

"Hehe, I'm not in a hurry to see you!" Fang Yishen knew that he was at a loss, and reluctantly.

Coming out of the parking lot, Fang Yishen really slowed down. It's not because she's obedient, but because she doesn't seem to be in a very good mood.

wandered aimlessly on the road and stopped at the mouth of an old alley. A shot flashed in Fang Yishen's mind.

"Are ravioli delicious?"

"It's delicious."

"Well, Dad thinks it's delicious, too. Come, eat more deeply, and you will be as chubby as a ravioli. ”

"What should I do if I'm too fat and my dad can't hold it?"

"Hahaha, even if you are deeply fat to 200 pounds, Dad can hold it."

......

This is one of the few warm pictures in Fang Yishen's memory. After returning to the imperial capital, every time she had a conflict with her father, she would involuntarily come to this alley for this bowl of hot wontons.

"Junyi, I'm hungry, let's go eat." Fang Yishen spoke and looked at Jun Yi.

Jun Yi raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Fang Yishen's eyes.

Fang Yishen felt a sense of sadness, she didn't know how Junyi could be so sad, and her heart ached. I just want to take him to feel the warmth of the wontons.

"Okay."