Just as I was finishing up, the landline phone in the room rang.
She went over to answer it.
"Ms. Su Yourong, please come to the hotel restaurant and enjoy your breakfast. There will be a companion."
Song Sanxi's voice is formal and magnetic.
Su Yourong smiled, "Haha, you guy..."
She hung up the phone.
Sure enough, she guessed correctly. He went to make breakfast.
A husband who is polite and attentive really makes people happy both physically and mentally.
Express hotel, simple restaurant.
Originally, it was not a high-end place.
Breakfast is not rich or exquisite.
But, this morning, it was different.
Chef Song Sanxi.
The entire restaurant is filled with various aromas.
The smell of boiling milk.
The smell of fried eggs.
The fragrance of toasted bread.
Even the cold side dishes are filled with a spicy flavor that stimulates the taste buds...
An exquisite breakfast was set on the table.
Compared with other simple meals, it is too inferior.
Other tenants feel that their free breakfast is like pig food.
At the dining table, Zhou Wenbing had been sitting there for a long time, dazed and drooling.
At five o'clock in the morning, Song Sanxi asked him to go out for a morning run.
One breath, ten kilometers.
Song Sanxi, easy to complete.
Zhou Wenbing was so tired that he was foaming at the foam.
Hi Godfather, this physical fitness makes him even impressed by the special reconnaissance soldiers.
Back to the hotel, Zhou Wenbing's room.
For the sake of protection, he stayed in the same hotel as Su Yourong.
The two of them washed up and went to the restaurant.
Zhou Wenbing sat and waited.
Song Sanxi was busy.
He purchased all the ingredients on the way back from his run.
I just wanted to borrow the kitchen, and they agreed.
When Su Yourong came over, breakfast was almost ready.
Seeing Zhou Wenbing, he couldn't help but blush, "You're here!"
Zhou Wenbing, a little embarrassed, stood up and nodded, "Good morning, Yourong!"
Su Yourong blushed and whispered: "Wen Bing, thank you for these days..."
"It's okay! Mr. Song actually..."
Just as he was about to say something, Song Sanxi came over with small pancakes, "Come on, Yourong, Wenbing, eat first, I have a few more dishes and a soup."
"Mr. Song, that's enough. There are so many." Zhou Wenbing was really depressed. This breakfast was too extravagant and there was still more.
Su Yourong felt comfortable, "Sanxi, stop being busy, sit down and let's eat together!"
"It's okay. The ingredients are all prepared. It would be a waste if you don't eat them. You guys eat first."
Song Sanxi patted Su Yourong's shoulder and back with one hand, and patted Zhou Wenbing with the other.
The strength is different, the smile is kind and powerful.
The godfather's behavior revealed an inexplicable temperament.
Then, go back to the kitchen.
Su Yourong was a little helpless, but couldn't resist the aroma, so she had to enjoy breakfast.
Zhou Wenbing was also really bitter, shook his head and whispered: "What is this?"
Su Yourong was puzzled: "What's the matter?"
Zhou Wenbing shook his head and smiled, "It's okay, just eat! Mr. Song is a good man, strong, generous, open-minded, and calm. I believe you will be a happy woman in the future."
Su Yourong couldn't help but look over at the kitchen, where Song Sanxi was concentrating on cooking.
She is still a little proud.
I have some expectations for the future.
Zhou Wenbing, actually what I just wanted to say is: A wife and her wife’s suitor eat breakfast cooked by her husband together, but the husband doesn’t care and works so hard in the kitchen. What is this? What kind of husband is this?
But, he can understand: This is a real man!
Following such people has a bright future and is meaningful.
This Song Sanxi belongs to me, Zhou Wenbing, brother!
Brother's breakfast is so delicious and delicious.
Not long after, Song Sanxi was still simmering the last soup.
Gu Dong, dressed in retro style, came in.
That outfit made Su Yourong feel uncomfortable.
These were the clothes Gu Dong wore on the day when he successfully proposed to her eight years ago.
Brown windbreaker, ocher heart sweater.
White, undershirt.
Gray and white jeans, straight and slender legs.
Old brown leather shoes.
For a moment, Su Yourong was in a state of confusion.
This was Gu Dong's best outfit at that time.
However, Gu Dong put his hands in the pockets of his brown windbreaker and looked unhappy.
He stared straight at Zhou Wenbing and said coldly: "Who are you? Why are you having breakfast here with Yourong?"
Su Yourong's face turned red, "Gu Dong, you..."
Gu Dong looked at Su Yourong and spoke in a softer voice: "Yourong, you don't need to speak. I'll just communicate with him. Have a good meal. This breakfast is really good. I also asked you to come over for breakfast. It doesn't seem necessary.
Already."
Su Yourong felt a little uneasy.
Compared with my husband, my ex-boyfriend's demeanor and demeanor are really inferior.
And Zhou Wenbing felt the same way.
Of course, he was a special reconnaissance soldier and his psychological quality was quite good.
After Gu Dong finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Wenbing, his expression turning cold again.
His eyes were like looking at ants, showing scrutiny and oppression.
"Tell me, who are you?"
Zhou Wenbing stood up and said: "My name is Zhou Wenbing, Su Yourong's former colleague. I used to be his suitor. But now, I have given up. Like friends, I will have breakfast with her, then drive to her.
She returned to Zhonghai."
Gu Dong smiled coldly, knocked on the table and said, "I'm very pleased that you are self-aware. After dinner, you can drive back to Zhonghai. I'll send you off to Yourong myself. Yourong is the love of my life, Gu Dong.
No one can take it away. I can only accompany him. I hope you will always understand. Find a woman who suits you, live your life well, and not add trouble to other people's lives, okay?"
The strange looks from all around made Su Yourong's face heat up and her heart became angry.
Gu Dong, how can you talk like this?
The people around me are really knowledgeable.
A very beautiful woman, this morning, three men were surrounding her.
Two, pinching each other at the dining table.
There is another one who is cooking in the kitchen stupidly.
The fire in Zhou Wenbing's heart boiled up before Su Yourong did.
He is also tall and strong, about 1.87 meters tall, about the same height as Gu Dong.
He looked directly at the other party, his eyes were firm and as hidden as a knife, "Mr. Gu, you have said it a bit. Su Yourong is a married woman. Her husband is my friend and my good brother, so..."
Gu Dong gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulging slightly, and interrupted Zhou Wenbing word by word.
"So, Song Sanxi? You still have to defend this scumbag and gambler, right?"
Zhou Wenbing said coldly: "You are wrong! In the past, Brother Sanxi may not have cherished him, but now, he is different, he has changed. He is Yourong's best lover..."
"Stop flattering him!" Gu Dong waved his sleeves, with a stern look on his face, "Sure enough, you two are the same. Are you speaking for him? Do you know that when I, Gu Dong, returned to Zhonghai, Song Sanxi perished?
.Dogs, have they changed what they eat? I don’t believe it!”
At that moment, Song Sanxi came over with a fragrant simmering soup.
His face was calm and natural.
Soup, put it down.
Gu Dong's face was full of shock, and his extremely white face turned extremely dark.
There was a terrible cold breath all over my body.
He stared at Song Sanxi, "So, you are still here!"
His fists suddenly clenched.
Su Yourong was inexplicably panicked.
But as soon as Zhou Wenbing saw the other party, he immediately stood next to Song Sanxi and said, "Mr. Gu, please don't be impulsive."
Gu Dong ignored Zhou Wenbing and stared directly at Song Sanxi, "You, go out and talk to me."
Song Sanxi took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile: "Gu Dong, I haven't seen you for many years, it's a pleasure to meet you."