In winter, everyone wants to eat something hot and warm to warm their body. Hot pot is the best choice. Hot pot restaurants are booming and there is a lot of traffic in front of the door.
There were many people moving stools and leaning against the entrance of the store, sitting and standing, walking back and forth, waiting in line for a table.
Fortunately, Chang Jiawei made an appointment early and took her into the store to find the owner. She was able to skip the long queue and go straight into the restaurant and sit down at the best table in the back.
Not long after the two sat down, they heard footsteps.
The waiter came to them with a figure.
"Hi." Chang Jiawei raised his head and said hello to his old classmates.
Fu Xinheng's eyes narrowed dangerously at him: You hung up on me without saying anything on the phone and didn't answer my call?
"Sit down." Chang Jiawei said to him.
Where to sit? Fu Xinheng turned his head and caught sight of classmate Xie who was nestled inside and had not seen him before.
"Teacher Fu." Seeing the teacher looking over, Xie Wanying hurriedly stood up and called her.
"Sit down, why are you being polite to your Teacher Fu? Didn't I tell you many times on the road? Your Teacher Fu is not as cold as you think, and is much more humane than your Teacher Tan." Chang Jiawei waved to her.
She sat down.
Fu Xinheng's gaze, swish, came back and poked at his face, as sharp as the infrared scan of a machine: You didn't tell me on the phone that there were other people coming to eat.
Afraid that his old classmate would realize that he was being used as bait, Chang Jiawei cleared his throat: "You said it yourself. You wanted to invite her out to dinner, but you couldn't speak up. This time I invited her out for you, no.
Okay?"
Teacher Fu wanted to invite her to dinner? Xie Wanying was surprised when she heard this for the first time.
Seeing her expression, Fu Xinheng twitched the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that she had forgotten about that incident. He mentioned it in Cao Yong's office, but Zhu Huicang vetoed it, saying that he was a teacher and could not bribe students.
"Why should you listen to what they say?" Chang Jiawei said of his stupidity, "Zhu Huicang has made it clear that he will side with Cao Yong even if he loses the interests of the department."
The matter was over and he didn't want to waste any more words. The room was a little hot. Fu Xinheng grabbed the collar and took off his jacket. He thought about it for a while and threw it on Chang Jiawei.
Chang Jiawei could only hold the coat he threw with both hands, and when he raised his head, he met his unfooled eyes.
Fu Xinheng's eyes looked at him and said: Tell me, what do you want to do by inviting her out for dinner? What do you want to do by inviting me?
It's not easy to fool this old robot classmate. Chang Jiawei muttered in his heart.
Teacher Chang asked to sit down, but Xie Wanying did not dare to sit down because she noticed that Teacher Fu's expression was wrong when he arrived. Now, Teacher Fu and Teacher Chang looked at each other like two fighting cocks with a straight face.
I don't know what happened to the teacher, which made her, a student, feel a little pounding in her heart.
She could only quickly ease the atmosphere. Without thinking much, Xie Wanying said: "Teacher Fu, I will find you a new chair. I think this chair doesn't look very good."
The chair doesn’t look good? This is a poor excuse, did Xie want to make a joke? Does a grown man care about the appearance of the chair? It’s more like saying that a little girl cares about it. This stubborn person can always make a joke.
It made everyone's hair stand on end. No matter how cold Fu Xinheng was, he felt as if he was suddenly hit by hailstones.
Chang Jiawei almost hugged his stomach and laughed.
"No need." Fu Xinheng stopped Xie who was walking out to find a chair and said, "I'll sit down."
