The alley behind the university is cramped, and the students are all active and active. The tables are only thirty or forty centimeters tall, and they are often knocked over by passing students.

The boss lady and Ye Wo seem to be accustomed to this scene.

The boss skillfully helped the table up and put it in place, cleaned the scene, and then went to cook the powder again.

Shi Sangluo asked, "Do you still want to eat?"

Ye Wo shrugged: "That bowl of soup noodles just came up and sprinkled, but I didn't eat a bite!"

"Your hand..."

"Oh, don't worry, it's quite hot, but it won't cause any big problem. I'll ask the boss to ask for a bowl of ice water and rinse it."

Shi Sangluo was skeptical about this.

Ye Wo reached out and rubbed her hair, "Okay, I'm not your boss now, why are you doing so serious?"

"Is it really okay?"

"Ah," Ye Wo focused his head heavily, then reached her and flipped back and forth twice: "Look, it's just a little red, it doesn't have any bubbles or swelling."

Shi Sangluo was afraid that he would hurt, so he could only gently drag his wrist and approach him to check his right hand.

It was indeed red and swollen, but it did not blister, but it was a little swollen.

"Boss, have a bowl of ice water!"

"Okay!"

After Ye Wo finished shouting, he looked up at Fu Chengyuan who was still standing there, and raised his eyebrows: "Why haven't Mr. Fu chased after him yet? Miss Feng has burned her face this time, it's her face!"

Ye Wo emphasized the word "face".

Fu Chengyuan was actually a little worried, Ye Wo didn't know, but he knew. Feng Ying was sitting next to him just now, and he didn't even call, and he didn't even take out his cell phone. He made a temporary decision on coming here to eat soup noodles on a whim. Where did Sister Mei know the specific location and then come over?

Feng Ying was lying 100%.

But seeing Ye Wo's palms and collarbone were slightly red, I didn't know how Feng Ying's face was.

but……

He looked at Shi Sangluo.

Ye Wo noticed his eyes and snorted: "What data is Fu's lost again?"

Fu Chengyuan withdrew his gaze and looked at him coldly: "No."

"Then why do you look at the way you want to speak but stop?" Ye Wo waved his hand and was very bold: "If there are any data problems like the last time, please ask quickly. I didn't eat much today, so let her eat something quickly."

Fu Chengyuan pursed his lips tightly and looked at Sang Luo deeply: "Do you have no questions to ask me?"

He temporarily wanted to take Feng Ying out for midnight snack today, and the soup noodles she introduced last time was the one she introduced.

She was so indifferent?

From beginning to end, I was concerned about Ye Wo's burns. Later, I saw that Ye Wo was indeed not seriously injured, so I lowered my head and looked at my phone, poking my fingers.

Fu Chengyuan was filled with anger in his chest, "Shi Sangluo!"

She raised her head from her phone: "Ah, what?"

"Have you heard me speak?"

"No."

Fu Chengyuan: "…"

"I mean, I have no questions to ask you. I heard what you said, but because the company group just reported the progress of the trading city, I had to follow it, so I didn't answer you in time."

"...Okay," he nodded with gritted teeth: "It's fine."

Turn around and leave.

"By the way, wait a moment." Shi Sangluo called him.

Fu Chengyuan stopped, with his lips curled slightly, but his tone was still impatient: "If you have something to say, please say it."

"This time, are you and Feng Ying really ready to make a decision?"

Fu Chengyuan stretched his eyebrows a little, lowered his head to tidy up his cuffs: "There are all Yaoyao's video materials, and Feng Ying is now my only comfort."

"Have you thought it through?"

"Um."

"Are you going to marry her? The formal one, get a marriage certificate, hold a wedding, and tell the world."

While listening, Fu Chengyuan raised his chin slightly, looked at Ye Wo with a provocative look, and replied: "This is my private matter. You are not my secretary now and have no right to inquire about the emotional life of your ex-boy."

"Yes, you're right."

Fu Chengyuan narrowed his eyebrows and turned to look at her slightly: "Is there anything else to ask?"

"When are you going to do it?"

Fu Chengyuan raised his eyebrows: "You want to come? That's fine, I'll send you a wedding invitation."

"The project in the Trade City has been very busy recently, and I'm afraid I can't separate myself."

Fu Chengyuan smiled: "It's fine if you don't want to come, but we shouldn't be that fast. Mingde's Commercial City project should only be three or four months. The wedding preparation will take a long time, and it may not be enough. Mingde has only one project at present, right? Maybe this project has been completed and the wedding has not been prepared yet, so maybe it's time to do it."
Chapter completed!