Su Wansheng and Song Zhiyue sat down at the empty table next to them, and the waiter handed each of them a menu.

Su Wansheng thought that when she came to Lu Zhenming for the first time, the dishes Lu Zhenming ordered were very delicious, so she flipped through the menu to find them.

After she finished ordering and closing the menu, she raised her eyes and saw Song Zhiyue looking down at the menu, but her eyes were glancing at the table of Feng Chen and Liang Weirong.

She whispered, "Yueyue, let's order first." ”

"Oh." Song Zhiyue retracted her gaze, lowered her head and ordered two dishes casually, and returned the menu to the waiter.

Su Wansheng dismantled the tableware, took out the water cup and poured water, and pushed it to Song Zhiyue along the tabletop.

Song Zhiyue was also disassembling the tableware, but her eyes were still glancing at them, and she didn't open the tableware for a while.

Su Wansheng sighed helplessly, took her tableware, took out her mobile phone from her bag, opened the memo, edited a line of words, pointed the mobile phone screen at Song Zhiyue, and showed it to her.

The two tables were so close to each other, Song Zhiyue also knew that they would definitely find out, but her eyes seemed to be uncontrollable, always glancing to the right.

It's like she can't control her heart.

She silently lowered her head, staring at the water glass in her hand, and the soft voice of Liang Weirong and Feng Chen talking in her ears was in her ears.

Feng Chen, who has always talked little, is different from usual today, and he will respond to whatever Liang Weirong says.

The man's gentle voice lingered in her ears, and she couldn't help but look at it.

Feng Chen sensed the sight from the left, and frowned imperceptibly.

Liang Weirong noticed his strangeness and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's fine." Feng Chen said lightly, picked up the water cup in his hand and took a sip.

On the second day after Liang Weirong returned to China, she made a clear investigation of the situation in recent years.

Over the years, the woman who has appeared most frequently around Feng Chen is a woman named Song Zhiyue.

She has seen photos of Song Zhiyue.

The photo was taken secretly, because of the angle, when she looked at it for the first time, she confidently told herself that such a woman would not like it.

But seeing Song Zhiyue herself today, she was not so sure.

This woman, unlike other vulgar fans, has very delicate facial features, a bun face, and a full of collagen.

Although the clothes she wears are very cheap, because of her good looks, she wears a different temperament, and she can't tell that they are cheap at all.

If Feng Chen's mind changes, then this woman may be her biggest rival.

She glanced at Song Zhiyue at the next table, with mixed emotions in her eyes.

She will never let anyone snatch the dust away, the dust can only be hers!

***

After the dishes were served, Su Wansheng began to move his chopsticks.

She had already taken a bite, but Song Zhiyue on the other side was sitting still, staring down at the water cup in her hand, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Yueyue, if you don't feel well and don't want to eat, then let's go."

"It's fine." Song Zhiyue shook her head and absentmindedly tore open the bag of chopsticks.

Liang Weirong, who was at the next table, was telling Feng Chen about interesting things that happened abroad, and her delicate voice was like a lark, which was very good.

Song Zhiyue's heart was very uncomfortable, so even the food in his mouth was like chewing wax.

Before they finished eating, they heard Feng Chen next to them shouting, "Waiter, check out."