Marriage status: Ex-husband, please respect yourself

Chapter 331 Thanks to His Quick Response
The second floor of the restaurant is an open-air platform, with a huge swimming pool in the middle, and a circle of dining seats around the swimming pool. This kind of layout is very stylish, and it is very lively in summer.

Shao Yunchen and Mu Ming were led by the manager to sit down in front of a glass guardrail. From here, they could clearly see the surrounding scenery. A few wisps of breeze wafted over an artificial lake not far away, carrying a faint fresh smell.

After ordering two simple meals, Muming ate seriously after the dishes were served, while Shao Yunchen just held a knife and fork, but he didn't have much appetite.

He chewed two mouthfuls of vegetables, and couldn't help but expose it: "Boss Shao said he wants to drink two glasses, but I don't think you seem to be interested in it."

Shao Yunchen smiled, holding a red wine glass and gestured slightly, "Drinking is not the main purpose, the most important thing is to thank Mr. Mu for taking care of Lu Yao's father."

In the end, the word "care" deliberately slowed down, with a strong warning.

But Mu Ming didn't seem to understand, and raised his glass briskly to respond, with a deep smile in his eyes: "The care said it's serious. After all, Sister Yao was good to me when she was in the company, and it was just a matter of effort last time."

The wine glass made a crisp sound when it collided with the table. Shao Yunchen's eyes were long and narrow, and he observed the man opposite him in a deep voice: "For the old man, it's not as easy as lifting a finger. After he went back, he thought about it, saying maybe it was a fate in his previous life..."

After a pause, his eyes became a little colder, and he added: "I also said that you always look familiar."

The man who cut the beef subconsciously paused, and after realizing it, he continued as if nothing had happened. As if it was a joke, he asked back along the topic: "Boss Shao seems to believe this too?"

As soon as he raised his head slightly, he saw a faint smile on his mouth and he rejected it: "I don't believe it, I don't believe in fate, I only believe that people's hearts are not ancient, and everything can't be explained simply by coincidence."

Mu Ming put down the knife and fork in his hand, closed his eyes, and stopped pretending to be stupid, "According to Mr. Shao, he seems to have doubts about me."

"It's not about suspicion. After all, the police station can't just rely on suspicion to convict people." Shao Yunchen wiped his hands, then loosened the tie around his neck a little, showing a bit of absent-mindedness.

What Mu Ming wanted to say, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang again, Shao Yunchen leaned on the back of the chair, slightly stretched out his hand to signal, "Go ahead, it's just a simple meal, Mr. Mu don't have to worry about it."

"No need." Muming stared deeply, but still pressed the hang up button and put the phone on the table.

The corners of the man's lips curled up inaudibly, and there was a distant smile in his eyes, "I heard that the sour plum soup in this restaurant has a special taste, and it's made by the proprietress herself. Mr. Mu can't miss it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and the waiter behind him rushed over in two or three steps, and after asking clearly about the requirements, he went downstairs "thump-thump-thump", and after a while, he came up with a pot of sour plum soup, walking briskly.

But when he was about to go to the dining table, he accidentally stepped on the slippers next to the swimming pool, and the whole person flew towards this side, half of the sour plum soup in his hand was poured out, and the table was soaked.

The dark brown soup slid down the table and poured on Mu Ming's light gray trouser legs, and a lot of juice splashed on Shao Yunchen's white shirt. The young face who was panicking at the moment.

The glass jug was shattered, and some fragments got embedded in the waiter's hand, but he didn't care about it, squatting down and wiping the soup on the table with his cuff.

More liquid dripped on Muming's body. He looked at the blood oozing from his palm in a calm voice, and couldn't bear it, "Forget it, go and treat your own wound."

The young man kept apologizing as if he didn't hear it, took out two clean rags from the pocket of his overalls, wiped the table clean, and glanced at the mobile phone on the table.

The phone was placed on the corner of the table, and it wasn't wet much, but his eyes suddenly lit up, and he picked up the phone and wiped it vigorously.

"I'm sorry sir, I really didn't mean it. I'll take your phone down and check it. If it's broken, I'll compensate you."

Said to leave.

But Mu Ming reacted, grabbed his arm, and his eyes darkened instantly, "No need, you were careless."

"Sir, don't worry, I will be responsible to the end." The waiter firmly held the mobile phone in his hand, allowing Mu Ming to open his palm to ask for it, but he also pretended to be stupid and insisted on not giving it.

Shao Yunchen's eyes were deep and cold, and he took the time to observe the little farce in front of him.

After a while, the movement attracted the attention of the people around, and the manager also rushed over at this moment. Seeing the situation, he seemed quite frightened, and shouted loudly, "Xiao Dong, what are you doing!"

The men in their 40s were full of anger, and the young man's face turned pale with a single sentence, and the mobile phone in his hand was thrown out in response.

It fell steadily out of the railing in a perfect parabola, wiped the edge of the glass and finally disappeared from everyone's sight.

When Muming realized it, he stretched out his body to look, but only saw a small black shadow fall under the light of the neon light, and finally made an unclear collision sound.

There was a strong anger in his eyes, but he still tried his best to restrain himself, and looked back at the restaurant manager who didn't know why: "I'm afraid the manager won't be able to keep such a sloppy waiter?"

Seeing his hidden anger, the manager could only nod and bow carefully, "Yes, yes, sir, we will compensate you for a new mobile phone, please rest assured."

Shao Yunchen stood up with a cold expression, "I'm afraid that you guys can't afford to pay for the things on this gentleman's cell phone."

Then he turned his head to look at Mu Ming, his tone softened a bit: "I didn't expect such an accident to happen, I don't think Mr. Mu is in the mood to eat this meal, why don't you go back and rest first, if there is anything valuable in the phone Important information, you can report it to my assistant later, and I will bear the loss."

After finishing speaking, he tidied up his clothes and left without looking back.

On the way back, Yan Ke was driving, and Lin Shui was sitting in the co-pilot, with a deep smile that couldn't be concealed in his eyes, "Mr. Shao, what do you think of my idea?"

As he spoke, he handed a cardboard box back to Shao Yunchen.

Shao Yunchen only glanced at the torn pieces of the mobile phone in the box, continued to take a rest with his forehead, and commented lightly with a somewhat lazy voice: "Fortunately, that kid reacted quickly enough."

Immediately afterwards, he ordered: "Go back and find a reliable technician to try, and the data in it can be restored to a certain extent."

Lin Shui took the box back, hurriedly responded, and winked at Yan Ke again.

Yan Ke seemed to be remembering something, and his voice was hoarse, "And his home in Lincheng, we searched and found no other information, only a photo."

"Photo?" Shao Yunchen straightened up slightly, put down the arm that had been hanging by the car window, and reached out to take the mobile phone from the front.

In the photo is a woman in her forties, with a neat bun and a professional suit, sitting at a desk with a soft smile.

It feels vaguely familiar.

"check."

A light reminder, and Yan Ke's response was heard in the next second.

"Yes, Mr. Shao."

(End of this chapter)