Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 265 Dinner with Fu Mingwen
Fu Jingbo quickly continued kneading as if nothing had happened, lowering his eyes and saying expressionlessly.

"Earlier, you said not to alert the enemy, but to wait until Zhan Mochen gets tired before taking action. I haven't seen her again during this period. If Dad is anxious, I can think of other ways."

The unhurried tone stunned the furious Fu Mingwen, and there was finally a moment of calm in the room.

After a while, Fu Mingwen's hoarse voice sounded again, with calm fatigue: "How is your recent cooperation with Yu Fei?"

Fu Mingwen breathed a subtle sigh of relief and continued with his hand movements: "Everything went smoothly."

After a long time, Fu Mingwen's voice completely returned to normal, with a cold and calm tone, and he smiled sternly: "Okay, very good."

"Stay back." Fu Mingwen pulled the blanket.

Fu Jingbo stood up and respectfully excused himself: "Then I'll go out first."

It wasn't until he walked out of the room that he took a long breath and let out all the dirty air accumulated in his chest.

The world outside is clear and bright.But such dark days seem to never end.

Yu Fei Company.

An Yan looked at the time and saw that there was still half an hour left before getting off work.

Qin Shu took the last pile of signed documents away and couldn't help laughing when he saw her looking at the time.

"Mr. An has had a hard day. Take a rest and I'll make you a cup of coffee."

"it is good."

An Yan relaxed her whole body and leaned her head back on the soft chair.

She was going to Kyoto in a few days, and everything in the company had to be arranged in advance. She was very busy at the end of the day, and she was indeed a little tired.

Fortunately, Qin Shu became more and more capable and shouldered a lot of burdens for her.

Qin Shu quickly brought the coffee in. An Yan picked it up and took a sip. The phone suddenly rang.

An unfamiliar number jumped on the screen. An Yan hesitated for a moment before picking up.

"Hello, who is it?"

A hoarse old voice came from the other side of the phone: "Miss An, I'm Fu Mingwen, do you remember me?"

"Mr. Fu?"

An Yan was in a daze for a moment, and finally fished out a vague shadow in her memory, subconsciously feeling a little scared.

Mr. Fu, the old boss of Fu Group and Fu Jingbo’s father.

An Yan couldn't quite remember what the old man looked like, but his hoarse voice and muddy, old but strange eyes made her remember it deeply.

The old man's slightly familiar husky laughter came from the other side of the phone: "Miss An has a good memory. I would like to invite you to dinner. I wonder if Miss An can do it?"

have dinner together?

An Yan hesitated slightly and declined politely: "I'm sorry, I have something to do tonight, so I'm afraid I will let down your kindness."

"Miss An, there is no need to decline in a hurry."

Fu Mingwen's old voice sounded a bit pleading: "Miss An, the cooperation between Fu and Yu Fei has been going very smoothly recently. Please take some time out from Miss An to let me express my gratitude."

"This……"

An Yan hesitated for a moment, Fu Mingwen's old and frail look flashed before her eyes, and she couldn't bear it in her heart.

An Yan looked out the window, took a deep breath, and agreed: "Okay."

Just going to have dinner, it shouldn't be anything.

But remembering the strange look in Fu Mingwen's eyes when he looked at her last time, An Yan felt uneasy for no reason and was a little worried that she wouldn't be able to cope with it.

At the appointed time, An Yan walked out of the company with her bag.

Walking downstairs, after much hesitation, An Yan opened the screen of her phone and sent a message to Fu Jingbo.

After the news was sent, she felt relieved and drove to the appointed restaurant.

The place where Fu Mingwen invited her to eat was a private restaurant called "Meiyuan", which was located in a somewhat remote location.

An Yan drove the navigation system and made many twists and turns before she found this restaurant outside the South Fourth Ring Road of the Imperial Capital.

The surrounding area seems not to be fully developed yet, and this private restaurant is hidden in a small alley.

The facade is inconspicuous, but the environment is quite quiet.

Fu Mingwen must have told her that as soon as An Yan walked in, a waiter came to greet her. "Hello, are you Miss An? This way."

The waiter led the way and took An Yan into a box.

The decoration in the private room is also very elegant. There are large plum blossoms on the wall, and the tables and chairs are also antique dark red, which complements the name "Plum Garden".

Before Fu Mingwen arrived, An Yan sat down and looked around, feeling an uncomfortable feeling arise spontaneously.

She couldn't tell what was wrong, but the feeling that was almost intuitive was strange, as if there was a pair of eyes watching her secretly.

An Yan shook her head, trying to get rid of this inexplicable and weird feeling.

Soon, there was a noise at the door, and Fu Mingwen was pushed in in a wheelchair.

"Miss An, good evening."

A dark light flashed quickly in his cloudy eyes, and Fu Mingwen greeted An Yan with eager eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Fu." An Yan quickly stood up and said hello to him.

Fu Mingwen asked someone to push him to An Yan's seat. He smiled and picked up the menu on the table and handed it to An Yan.

"I don't know Miss An's taste either. Whatever Miss An likes to eat, just order whatever you want."

"Okay, thank you." An Yan took the menu and started reading it.

There were various cuisines on the menu, but considering that Fu Mingwen was an old man, An Yan only ordered some light dishes and sent the menu back to Fu Mingwen.

"That's it. Do you want to change it?"

Fu Mingwen's eyes slowly glanced over the ordered menu, and he showed a satisfied smile: "Very good, that's it."

Meiyuan never entertains many guests, so the food is served very quickly.

After a while, the waiter in the private room served delicious food and a bottle of red wine.

"Miss An, let's have a drink." Fu Mingwen invited with a smile.

Without waiting for An Yan to refuse, the waiter quickly opened the red wine and poured a glass for An Yan and Fu Mingwen.

Fu Mingwen held up the goblet with his skinny bark-like hands, shook it slightly twice, and raised it high toward An Yan.

"Thank you, Miss An, for your cooperation with Mr. Fu. I'd like to toast you with this drink."

"Mr. Fu is too polite."

Out of etiquette, An Yan had no choice but to pick up the wine glass in return, put it to her lips and took a sip.

Fu Mingwen smiled strangely at An Yan and drank all the red wine in the cup.

Then he shook the empty wine glass towards An Yan: "Miss An?"

Does this mean that she wants to drink this too?

An Yan pursed her lips slightly and drank the rest of the wine in the glass under Fu Mingwen's eager eyes.

Fu Mingwen then showed a satisfied smile and put down the wine glass in his hand.

"After working together for so long, how is the relationship between Miss An and Jingbo? He hasn't caused any trouble to Miss An, has he?" Fu Mingwen's tone was that of an old father who cares about his son.

An Yan was slightly touched and replied with a smile: "Mr. Fu is very hardworking and talented. We are friends, and we get along well at work."

"Can we talk?"

Fu Mingwen made a strange grunt in his throat, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy.

But his face looked a little ugly.

An Yan was slightly surprised when she saw this, and couldn't help but think of the unpleasant atmosphere between their father and son when they last met.

Fu Mingwen must be concerned about his son Fu Jingbo, so he asked her about his son, right?
Poor parents in the world, for a wealthy family like the Fu family, the relationship between father and son is not very good.

An Yan was very emotional and felt a faint sympathy for the old man in front of her.

Next, when Fu Mingwen toasted to her again, An Yan was embarrassed to refuse.

Coming and going, An Yan drank several glasses of red wine before she knew it, and her head became a little dizzy.

In a daze, Fu Mingwen's hoarse voice got closer and closer: "Miss An, do you want to take a rest?"

(End of this chapter)