"Oh, it's good that I didn't change it. Your boyfriend said at the time that you two met at my rice noodle stall. If you get married in the future, you will invite me to your wedding! I'm waiting to get the matchmaker's red envelope!"

Shi Sangluo stood up suddenly and grabbed the boss's hand: "When did he say it?"

"It's been a long time, it must be three years ago, right? Just the year you graduated, it's about to be graduation." The boss's wife secretly winked at her and smiled teasingly, "He also said that she will propose to you soon. Hey, are you going to have a child?"

"……not yet."

"I don't want it after three years? But it's normal. You young people nowadays have to work hard for careers. It doesn't matter, you are still young, you can just want it in a few years."

"……Um."

The proprietress smiled and said, "Then you eat first, I have other guests to greet you."

"Okay, you'll be busy first."

Shi Sangluo slowly sat back to his original position, slowly unpacked the disposable chopsticks, and gently stirred the white and slender rice noodles inside.

"Stop stirring, and then stirring again and then break all."

Shi Sangluo woke up from his dream, immediately put down his chopsticks, smiled concealedly, and said, "You try it. This soup noodles tastes very good. When I was in my freshman year, the boss's wife was already there. It's been ten years since I calculated."

Fu Chengyuan said: "I don't eat onions."

Shi Sangluo remembered that there were chopped green onions in the soup noodles.

She said, "Then I'll ask for a bowl for you again."

"No need, just pick out the chopped green onion." He also held a pair of disposable chopsticks, and his big hands made the chopsticks short and thin, and he twisted them very separately.

His eyes flashed, and he pushed the bowl in front of her: "You help me."

Shi Sangluo frowned and looked at him, resisting silently.

"The labor cost is 50,000."

She looked at him with an incredible look: "Do you know how many soup noodles you can buy for 50,000 yuan?"

"No idea, it doesn't matter, it's 50,000 yuan, do it?"

“…”

"Hundreds of thousands."

“…”

"twenty."

Shi Sangluo put down his chopsticks: "Here you come again, are you planning to smash me with money again just like the last time you helped Feng Ying buy a skirt? "

Fu Chengyuan shrugged, "You think it's just."

“…”

"I know you are noble and regard money as dirt..."

"Five hundred thousand." She said first.

Fu Chengyuan nodded: "The deal is completed."

Shi Sangluo opened the payment code for his mobile phone and handed it to him: "Pay the money first and then work."

Fu Chengyuan nodded slowly, scanned the code and paid.

After receiving the prompt for successful receipt, Shi Sangluo pulled his bowl in front of him and quickly picked out all the chopped green onions one by one.

Fu Chengyuan looked interesting: "I thought you would tell me loudly that money is not omnipotent, and there are things that money cannot buy," he said, "I thought you would like to the past.

Shi Sangluo buried his head in picking up the green onion: "I'll take back this sentence."

"What made Secretary Shi, who is so noble in character, bow his waist for half a hundred thousand?"

Her hand paused, "Wish."

Seeing that she looked a little dazed, Fu Chengyuan probably guessed that the boyfriend the boss lady mentioned just now was probably Gu Fuye who died in a car accident.

He sat in this position for a while, his legs were sore, so he changed his position and watched her pick the chopped green onions quietly.

"Only when you really have what you want to do, you will find that the importance of money is," Fu Chengyuan said: "Money is not omnipotent, but it is a stepping stone. With it, you can have the capital to do things."

Shi Sangluo did not refute that the five million this time was thanks to the funding of the person in front of him, and there was no idea where the funds for the next stage were.

"How did you meet?"

"..." Shi Sangluo pursed his lips: "Privacy, I don't want to say it."

"One hundred thousand a question."

"The other questions don't matter, I won't answer any of them about him."

"Okay, half a million questions."

"Not five million or five million."

Fu Chengyuan's smile was a little dry: "He is very important to you."
Chapter completed!