Lin Shao's touch of green is picturesque 49

It was a strange and awkward question.

Fu Qinghuai frowned slightly, while Lu Sinian lifted his eyelids and glanced at Xu Yi, too lazy to pay attention to her.

He picked up Fu Qinghuai's spoon, dug out a small piece of jelly and tasted it, "Not bad, what's the main dish today?"

"Slow-cooked lamb chops." Fu Qinghuai replied, taking back his spoon and scooping out a spoonful of jelly.

"do you like it?"

"I like it. The honey you mentioned is also very good."

"What else is delicious?"

"They're all delicious, and they're all beautifully presented."

"Naturally beautiful, I don't know how much effort it took to design it."

The two of them were talking without anyone else.

Yu Qiuqiu had long known Lu Sinian's inattentive temperament to outsiders, and secretly laughed, "Okay, don't eat, since you're here to pick up people, hurry up. Don't stuff me with dog food here."

Lu Sinian was so eager, he stood up and pulled Fu Qinghuai to say goodbye to everyone.

Passing by the kitchen, the chef came out to say hello.

Lu Sinian said a few words to him, and the chef went back to the kitchen and brought out a glass jar for him.

"You can speak French?" Fu Qinghuai asked in surprise, "You're quite talented, little classmate."

Lu Sinian smiled helplessly and took her out of the door, "Well, I learned a few words specially so that you can get a bottle of honey to go home."

"Is that the rose honey just now? Did you pay for it, take it and leave?"

The elevator door opened, and Lu Sinian took Fu Qinghuai's hand and stepped into the elevator.

"My teacher, don't worry about it." He pressed the floor and looked at the gradually closing elevator door, "This store is mine."

Uh.

No wonder they found them precisely as soon as they arrived, and paid the bill directly.

"Then did you already know we were here?"

"Well, I know, you and other men are eating in my shop."

"Hey, I'm not..."

"No need to explain, Qinghuai. No matter what you do, you don't need to explain to me."

He grabbed her hand, wrapped it around his waist, turned his face sideways, and kissed her lightly.

Fu Qinghuai's face turned red, "Hey, don't, the elevator is under surveillance."

"Go back and let someone delete it."

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The elevator door opened, and Lu Sinian walked out with his arms around Fu Qinghuai, "Yes, this building is mine too."

The lights outside the elevator are bright, and the flagship stores of several luxury brands have red velvet partitions, which are gorgeous and proud.

There is one-to-one service in the store, and outside guests can't get in, so they have to wait in line.

Fu Qinghuai suddenly felt that this situation, which she usually ignored, had an inexplicable connection with herself at this moment.

"Can you tell me again?"

Lu Si smiled young and lowered his voice, "Frenzo is also mine, and this building is also mine."

Fu Qinghuai narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down, "So, are you really rich?"

Lu Sinian looked at her face carefully, and didn't see any unhappy look, so he replied, "Yes."

"Rich?"

"It's rich."

"Then I'm going to pack everything in that store?" She pointed to a top luxury leather goods store in front of her.

"Okay, let's go." Lu Sinian cooperated very well, and walked there with her waist. "Do you want to book a room? Call the store manager out? Drive all the other guests away?"

"Fuck you." Fu Qinghuai stopped playing, "Go home."

"Really not?" Lu Sinian couldn't hide his smile, and stood still on purpose.

"It's nothing. I want a pink Rolls-Royce, put the sticker on it with diamonds, and have a male model as a driver. You are not allowed to wear tops when you go to work." Fu Qinghuai raised his eyebrows and smiled at Lu Lu. Years.

"Fuck you, go home."

The two laughed and got into the car. Fu Qinghuai picked up the bottle of honey and took a closer look. The label really said Rose & Strawberry fermented honey.

"Isn't honey fermented not edible?" she asked. "Will you have diarrhea?"

"Mr. Fu, what you said made Lucien cry. He did it himself." Lu Sinian turned the steering wheel, and the car gradually drove up the road, "Would you like to go to my place?"

"I can't do it today. I agreed to go back to my parents' house. Hey, you look good in this outfit today. Why do you feel so nervous today?"

"You've already eaten with other men, why don't I try harder? Do you like it?"

"I like it." Fu Qinghuai turned his head to look at his profile, and thought of the words Zhilan Yushu for no reason, "The last time I saw you dressed so handsomely, it seemed that it was the night of the Shi Songmo Art Exhibition. I was fooled by you."

This time, Lu Sinian didn't smile, he looked startled and fell into thought.

Fu Qinghuai didn't understand. Seeing that his expression was not right, he thought that things were not going well on Chunjiang's side, so he didn't speak any more.

The car turned from the city center to Nanping Avenue, then turned from Nanping Avenue into an increasingly cramped alley, and finally stopped downstairs in an old residential building.

"Qinghuai." Lu Sinian finally spoke up, as if he mustered a lot of courage, "Do you want to meet Shi Songmo?"

He was a little uncertain, not sure what she would say.

He was really disturbed by Zhou Yan tonight, but he really wanted to tell her everything.

He wanted to prove to himself that even if she knew everything, nothing would change in their relationship.

He would tell her everything, everything.

"I don't want to." Fu Qinghuai said, "I never really feel the truth when chasing stars."

This time, Lu Sinian was stunned, "Don't you like Shi Songmo very much?"

"You can't meet just because you like it, it's easy to be disillusioned, you know?" Fu Qinghuai shook his head, "What I like is the painting, the expression, not the person. Besides, if it's an ugly man with a bald head and a big belly, how can I face me in the future? That picture hanging at home?"

"He's not a bald ugly guy." Lu Sinian was amused by her, "he doesn't have a big belly either, he looks good."

"I know, see you. Hey, aren't you afraid that I will look back at him and dump you?"

"Not afraid."

"why?"

"He can't see you."

"what?"

How could the painter be invisible?

Did you draw with ideas?

"I'll pick you up tomorrow, let's go see him, okay? I promised him a long time ago that if I meet you one day, I'll take you to see him."