Fu Chengyuan nodded. He glanced at Shi Sangluo opposite him. She was still like that, without any expression, but from his perspective, you could see that the corners of her eyes were slightly red.

He said, "Miss Shi, eat."

Shi Sangluo said "Yes", "Cousin, you can eat too."

"Mr. Fu's age should be married, right?"

Fu Chengyuan said: "Not yet."

"That's a hurry, too, the old man at home must be anxious."

"Well, I'm a little anxious."

"You can't just spend your time at work, and you have to consider your personal matters."

"Cousin," Shi Sangluo interrupted him softly: "Mr. Fu's family is different from us. Whether they get married or not must have their own considerations."

My cousin thought it made sense: "Yes, what I watched on TV was that the daughter of the boss married the son of the west. Anyway, they all paid attention to a good match, which was different from ordinary people. We are more casual. As long as we really like it, regardless of the other person's identity and background, love is the most important thing."

"like?"

"Yes, your business marriage is probably all for the sake of maximizing interests. They rarely consider whether they love each other, right? But I think it's hard to maintain it if two people live together for decades without love."

Fu Chengyuan curled his lips and said "Yes", "You are right."

"I hope now that we, Sang Luo, can find someone who truly loves her and treats her well. Although Xiao Gu is a painter, it does not sound as stable as a doctor, teacher, and civil servant, and has a strong job, as long as Sang Luo likes it, we will be an elder. And I have also seen Xiao Gu's child, looking at him, and he looks gentle and polite, and he is indeed a good child. Mr. Fu, don't you?"

While using chopsticks to stir the soup in the bowl, Fu Chengyuan said with a smile: "It's good, but good people may not be suitable."

Upon hearing this, my cousin stopped chopsticks and asked seriously: "Mr. Fu, do you know anything? Is it because Xiao Gu's child has any unknown side?"

"No, but—" Fu Chengyuan said: "I just met and wanted to be with Sang Luo, and I also came to Sang Luo's mother's funeral to show my great care to help Sang Luo's mother hold photos. Isn't this just to confirm the identity in front of all relatives and friends? People love each other, and love at first sight is mostly just to be tempted by lust. If you truly love someone, you will slowly understand each other while getting along and protect them. He and Sang Luo have never met several times, so how can you understand?"

This problem made my cousin hesitate a little.

"I knew they had known each other for a while, but Xiao Gu didn't look like a person fascinated by lust, and he looked quite shy."

"Uncle, everyone has a love for beauty. You should know how your niece looks."

At most, what I said just now made my cousin a little suspicious, but as soon as this sentence was spoken, it made my cousin feel a little confused.

Maybe I am an elder and I have met Sang Luo for a few times, so I didn’t look at it carefully.

But in fact, after getting along for a while, he did find that Sang Luo is indeed good-looking.

She doesn't like to talk much and is calm and composed in a way. To a certain extent, she feels that she is a very reliable and capable person, and subconsciously ignores her appearance.

Although she has a low-key style, she looks grand and gorgeous, and even without makeup, she is very eye-catching.

"...After the funeral that day, several people did come to ask me about Sang Luo's marriage. But at that time I thought she was doing well with Xiao Gu, so I said she already had a master and refused many people..."

Fu Chengyuan slowly ate the soup powder and printed it on his lips with a tissue.

My cousin slapped his thigh: "Can you say that Xiao Gu just likes Sang Luo beautiful?"

Fu Chengyuan seemed to be calm and said softly: "Everyone loves beauty, and Mr. Gu's age is exactly the age of full-bloodedness, which is normal. Sang Luo took me to the city center to do business that day. He had obviously returned to City H, but we still met him by chance in Qiucheng and returned, but there was nothing to do. Those who didn't know thought he came here specifically for Sang Luo."

"What you said...is indeed."

"Also, he doesn't live in so many B&Bs in Qiucheng, so he insists on living in your house, haha." Fu Chengyuan said half of his words, and the second half made him think about it himself.

Shi Sangluo put the chopsticks lightly and heavily on the mouth of the bowl: "Today's soup noodles seem to be not very delicious."

Fu Chengyuan glanced at her: "Don't it tastes like you? Although it's a little worse than the snack street store, it's OK."
Chapter completed!