He spoke Lin Jia's tone with a light tone, and he really didn't care about the difficulties she encountered.

Shi Sangluo didn't say anything, but his mood was heavy for a moment. He thought silently that it seemed that Yu Jie was right at all. People like Fu Chengyuan only love themselves, and their feelings for others are not only shallow but also fickle. They are like pearls and treasures in the last second, but they can be abandoned like worn-out shoes in the next second.

Thinking back to the beginning, Fu Chengyuan was also very enthusiastic about Feng Ying. It was not long before, and he fell in love with Lin Jia so quickly and had a passionate relationship.

This morning, she told her that she wanted to date Lin Jia like an ordinary couple. She just ignored Lin Jiaai and changed her words and said that she was just a secretary and that this day was not over yet.

Shi Sangluo thought about this and felt a chill in his heart. He became more and more sure that people like Fu Chengyuan had no sincerity, and he only pretended to be himself in his heart.

Soon, Fu Chengyuan took Shi Sangluo and sat down on the table next to the soup noodles stall. His expression was dull but his mood was very good.

The boss is a very enthusiastic businessman. She has some impression of anyone who has come to her store to eat soup noodles, not to mention a regular customer like Shi Sangluo. She recognized Shi Sangluo and Fu Chengyuan at a glance, and went up to greet him, "Oh, you're here, you've disappeared for a while, and you're taking your boss to eat soup noodles again?"

The store is not busy now, and the table next to the stall is basically empty. Fu Chengyuan took the initiative to pick a place to sit down, and nodded his head in the face of the boss's greeting.

Shi Sangluo was so comfortable that Fu Chengyuan was no longer his secretary and did not want to admit that he was his boss, but the boss's wife was her acquaintance, and it would be very troublesome to explain, so she had to say vaguely: "The soup made by the boss's wife is getting better and better, and I can smell the fragrance at the entrance of the alley."

The boss's wife was praised and laughed like a flower: "That's right, many students have said recently that the fragrance of my soup can be smelled at the entrance of the alley. Hey, is it still the same?"

Fu Chengyuan laughed silently next to him, as if he thought the perfunctory words were funny. Shi Sangluo ignored him and ordered a meal with the boss's wife: "It's better to have three bowls of soup noodles."

"Okay, do you want all the ingredients?" The boss's lady has a lot of ingredients here, and customers who are picky will say in advance.

Fu Chengyuan nodded: "Yes."

The stall was steaming hot, which was exactly the fireworks that the world should have. Shi Sangluo and Fu Chengyuan sat opposite each other at the small square table. When Lin Jia came, he could sit directly among them.

Fu Chengyuan was not very hungry, but when he thought of Shi Sang Luo's love to eat this, he didn't know why, and he gradually felt expectant in his heart.

Shi Sangluo sat comfortably at first. After all, she hadn't had much rest since the morning and was so tired that she was half dead. But when her legs recovered, the discomfort in other parts of her body became obvious. The first thing she was to bear was her waist. It was nothing to be hard when she walked. As soon as she sat down, it hurt like she was stabbed by a needle.

The tables and chairs on the stall were all very short, and they had to bend down when they sat on it. She wanted to make a quick fight, but it took time for the boss's wife to cook soup noodles, so she had to change her seating position on the stool. She also picked up the disposable plastic cup and drank a sip of free hot water.

Fu Chengyuan tried the temperature of the kettle and raised his eyebrows and said, "Isn't it hot?"

"It's okay." Shi Sangluo said, putting the plastic cup back on the table and adjusting his sitting position again.

Shi Sangluo had a back pain, and it hurt even more after sitting down. She didn't want to show her timidity in front of Fu Chengyuan, so she had to endure it silently, but it was useless to change several positions. Her overworked waist seemed to be about to break.

Fu Chengyuan had been observing Shi Sang Luo with his light, and when he saw this scene, he asked again: "Since it's not hot, why are you moving around? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Shi Sangluo was too lazy to raise his head: "Just change your position."

Fu Chengyuan didn't like Shi Sangluo's attitude at this time, but just looking at her awkward reaction, he could already guess why she didn't stop changing her sitting position and immediately got up and walked towards the barbecue stall next to her.

Shi Sangluo no longer had to deal with him, he felt relieved and didn't want to care about why he left.
Chapter completed!