Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will take root and sprout without irrigation, and then they will quickly grow into towering trees.

Chen Fanyin sat in the car, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his doubts were reasonable.

Jing Zeheng's family background is naturally unspeakable. He has strong personal abilities and handsome appearance. He is very warm and considerate, and has no bad habits.

Almost all girls' dream lover.

It is not surprising that Su Mu will fall in love with him at all.

After thinking for a while, Chen Fanyin planned to test Su Mu: "Brother, what do you think of Su Mu?"

Jing Zeheng was stunned by her question.

He was silent for a few seconds, recalling the situation in the store, and was sure that the child was not having a conflict with Su Mu.

So, what should the child answer when he asks himself what he thinks of other women?

Faced with this question, he replied: "I heard that the eldest lady of the Su family has a good temper."

This answer disappointed Chen Fanyin a little.

"I heard that" is not my own evaluation. What is behind it is no longer important. What is important is that he didn't even comment on Su Mu's meaning.

This is not that I didn’t like it, I haven’t read it carefully at all.

Tsk, I paid the wrong payment.

She rubbed her forehead and felt sorry for Su Mu for a second.

Jing Zeheng glanced at Chen Fanyin, and when he saw her frowning, he seemed very dissatisfied with the answer. He couldn't help but frown, thinking about how to give her a satisfactory answer.

After thinking for a while, I couldn't find the right place.

He could only change the topic: "Is the cooperation introduced by Mr. Zeng still going smoothly?"

When Chen Fanyin mentioned this, he wanted to laugh a little.

"It went well," she replied, "the groom and the Su family had some business dealings, and they became obedient when they saw Mu Mu."

She said casually, but his brows frowned: "Have he made things difficult for you?"

Chen Fanyin couldn't help but be stunned.

She didn't say that Yin Zhou was sorry for herself. How did he hear it?

His keenness is really scary.

Unheard her response, Jing Zeheng slowed down his car and turned his head to look at her again: "Are you bullied?"

Somehow, she always felt that Jing Zeheng had murderous aura in her tone, and as long as she nodded, he would beat Yinzhou.

She immediately denied: "No, who can bully me?"

That little thing really won't be complained, and she doesn't need others to support herself.

Her denial failed to reassure Jing Zeheng, but instead she was even more worried.

It is normal for this circle to worship high and move low. She is young and has no background, so it is inevitable that she is embarrassed by some customers who consider themselves very high.

But this kid is so strong that he has no intention of asking for help.

Jing Zeheng held the steering wheel in one hand, and after thinking for a while, he could only say: "Tell me if you are bullied."

"good."

Chen Fanyin didn't think much about it, and he thought it was because of his sense of responsibility as his brother.

There was a traffic jam during the evening rush hour, and when Jing Zeheng parked his car in front of a private vegetable door, it was already 8:30.

This shop is very elegant. In a small courtyard beside Qinghu, there is a plaque with "Qingshanju" hanging on the lintel. There are blue bricks and black tiles, and there are dry vines on the walls without anyone taking care of them, but they are unexpectedly beautiful.

Seeing Chen Fanyin staring at the withered vine, Jing Zeheng said, "That is the rose vine. The roses on the wall are all over the summer, and they are also very beautiful."

Chen Fanyin grew up in Ancheng since childhood, but her eyes couldn't help but lit up: "Really? I'll take a look in a few months."

It is rare to see her look a little childish. Jing Zeheng smiled and pulled up her wrist, and it was soft through the down jacket.

He said, "Let's go and have a meal first."

"good."

Chen Fanyin was so annoyed that he had no appetite and almost didn't eat it at noon. Now he is really hungry.

There are not many people in the store, all of which are solid wood tables and chairs, and ink paintings are hung on the wall. There are only tables and chairs along three directions of the wall, separated by screens, and a large open space in the middle is made of rockery and flowing water. A guzheng is placed on the stone. The beauty playing the piano is wearing a plain white Hanfu, half covering her face, like a fairy.

The waiters passing through the crowd whispered softly, and a restaurant was even quieter than their wedding shop.

Chen Fanyin couldn't help but smack her tongue.

If you make this view, a bowl of fried rice with eggs will have to be sold for fifty?

The waiter took them to an open space by the window, poured tea with a smile, and asked directly: "Does sir, do you have any food ban?"

Jing Zeheng said: "Don't eat coriander."

Chen Fanyin was taking off her coat. He was stunned when he heard this and looked at Jing Zeheng suspiciously: "You don't eat coriander either?"

Jing Zeheng looked at her, laughed and nodded: "Yes."

"What a coincidence!" Chen Fanyin smiled, "I don't like to eat either."

Jing Zeheng looked at her bright smiling face and was in a very good mood.

The waiter took note of the taboo and left, without waiting for them to order food.

Chen Fanyin didn't need to ask Jing Zeheng and said, "Whatever you can eat here depends on what the chef wants to make for you. You can eat whatever you say, so let's bet on luck."

Chen Fanyin took a sip of tea and nodded: "That's pretty good. It's easier to order food. If you don't know what to eat in the future, you'll come here if you don't know what to eat."

Speaking of which, she also found it strange that the little rich woman Su Mu was a purely difficult household to order food. She had never brought herself here before.

As soon as he became confused, Jing Zeheng's answer arrived: "Okay, if you come, you will report my name. This store will not deliver children."

Chen Fanyin held the teacup with a puzzled look on his face: "Then where did its first customer come from? Are you freely catching lucky customers on the street?"

“…”

Her eyes were clear and bright, as if she was saying: I am really not a slut.

Jing Zeheng smiled and reached out, leaned over the table and rubbed her head, and said, "I don't know this, I'm here with my friends too."

It’s the 21st century that it’s still passed down by word of mouth, and this boss really has a personality.

Chen Fanyin smacked his tongue and didn't say anything about the complaints.

The clear sound of the guzheng gradually soothed Chen Fanyin's irritability that day. She supported her chin with one hand and looked at the beauty on the rockery, and she felt much better.

After ten minutes of quiet, the dishes came.

Six dishes, three meats and three vegetables, look nothing strange and very homely. Moreover, the staple food is really fried rice.

Chen Fanyin held the chopsticks and looked at the fried egg white and egg yolks, and felt that he had a high probability of underestimating the prices here.

She looked at the rice bowl and felt that ordering food was not that troublesome!

"Eat." Jing Zeheng reminded softly.

"Okay, okay." Chen Fanyin came to his senses and picked up a piece of beef in front of him.

Before she could bring the beef into her mouth, she heard a heart-wrenching "big brother".

The sound suddenly tore the quietness and peace of the store, which scared her to shake her hands and the beef fell on the table.

"Brother! Aren't you taking care of your children at home? Why did you run out?"

"I happened to meet you. I will go home with you later. Today, when the sky falls, I will carry my godson even if I want to take you!"

Chen Fanyin couldn't help but frown.

Which child is so unlucky that he has such a godfather?

What child can withstand how he screams like this? Don’t you be scared and cry?
Chapter completed!