Just after returning to Beicheng, Yu Jinwen stared at the several messages sent by Fu Yu on the screen of his mobile phone, feeling baffled.
What is the relationship between Nan Song and the state banquet chef and the descendant of the Ding family?
He knew she could cook.
When he was still bedridden, she cooked for him, but at that time he was in a depressed mood. He couldn't eat no matter what delicacies were put in front of him, and he seemed to have knocked over the lunch box she handed him.
Later, he recovered and was discharged from hospital. He also cooked several times at his home in Nansong.
Either he had already eaten out when he came back late; or he only glanced at it briefly and never moved his chopsticks once.
Thinking about it now, she was really good to him, but he didn't cherish her sincerity.
Yu Jinwen took out the rose seal given to him by Nan Song and rubbed the four characters "Yu Jinwen Seal" at the bottom, feeling confused.
Do people really have to wait until they lose something before they know how to cherish it?
...
"Ouch, it's killing me!"
Fu Yu walked out of the Shiwei restaurant, stroking his round belly. He felt the fragrance lingering on his lips and teeth, it was so delicious!
He looked at Nan Song, "Let me tell you, did Master Ding really learn this cooking skill from you?"
Nan Song gave a faint "hmm".
Fu Yu rushed to her and imitated the emperor's tone to his concubine in the TV series, "How many surprises do you have that I don't know about?"
Nan Song couldn't help but laugh and cursed: "Get out!"
Fu Yu also started laughing.
Under the afternoon sun, he smiled particularly brightly, with a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes, and he said sincerely, "You are such a treasure. I like you more and more, what should I do?"
"Then you like me. Just don't fall in love with me easily."
Nan Song put on his sunglasses, got into his car, and said seriously: "Go back and discuss the matter with your old man about the racecourse. I'll wait for your news."
"Okay." Fu Yu gestured "OK" to Nansong and asked, "When can I eat the food you cooked by yourself?"
Nan Song glanced at him from a distance, "Just wait. It depends on my mood."
Fu Yu also put on sunglasses, leaned on his sports car and bared his big white teeth at her, "Then I have to work hard to put you in a good mood every day!"
Nan Song got in the car and didn't think carefully about the meaning of Fu Yu's words. He just said it casually and she just listened casually.
However, as soon as I arrived at the company, I received 9,999 roses. It was a huge bouquet carried by three people. It was comparable to a small flower bed. It was as ostentatious as you wanted.
"Ms. Nan, these are the flowers Mr. Fu gave you. I wish you happiness every day and always smile!"
The courier took out a small book and said, "Please sign for it."
Nan Song's eyelids twitched twice. Thinking of Fu Yu's big white teeth, he pinched his eyebrows helplessly.
It turns out that this is the "effort" he was talking about...
WeChat rang twice and Nan Song opened it. It was a message from Fu Yu: [Although sending red roses is a bit vulgar, it is the only way to express my passionate feelings for you. I love you!]
Still okay.
Do you think you are a beautiful girl?
Nan Song signed his name with a smile and sighed, accepted the flowers, and the CEO's office immediately started a wave of earth-shattering screams, "Wow!"