After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

The second floor of the restaurant is an open-air platform, in the middle is a huge swimming pool, and there is a circle of dining places around the swimming pool. This layout is very stylish, which is particularly 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 can clearly see the nearby scenery. Not far away, a few wisps of breeze came from an artificial lake with a faint fresh smell.

After ordering two simple meals, Mu Ming ate very seriously. Shao Yunchen just had a knife and fork, but he had no appetite.

He chewed two mouthfuls of vegetables and couldn't help revealing: "president Shao said he would have two drinks, but I don't think you're interested."

Shao Yunchen smiled and gestured with a red wine glass. "Drinking is not the main purpose. The most important thing is to thank Mr. mu for his care for Lu Yao's father."

Finally, the word "care" deliberately slowed down its tone with a strong warning.

Mu Ming did not seem to understand. He cheerfully raised his glass in response, and his eyebrows were permeated with a thick smile: "it's serious. After all, sister Yao treated me well when she was in the company, and last time it was just a little effort."

The wine glass bumped against the table and made a clear sound. Shao Yunchen's eyes were narrow and long, and he observed the man opposite in a deep voice: "it's not as simple as raising a hand for the old man. After he went back, he thought about it and said that maybe there was fate in his previous life..."

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

The beef cutter's men realized that they had a meal. After they reacted, they continued as if nothing had happened. As a joke, they asked along with the topic: "Mr. Shao seems to believe this?"

As soon as he looked up slightly, he saw a faint smile in the corners of his mouth: "I don't believe it. I don't believe in life. I only believe that people are not ancient. All things can't be explained simply by coincidence."

Mu Ming put down his knife and fork, collected his eyes, and no longer pretended to be stupid. "Listening to general Shao's meaning, he seems to doubt me."

"Doubt is out of the question. After all, the police can't convict people just by doubt." Shao Yunchen wiped his hands, then loosened his neck tie a little, and the whole person smelled a little absent-minded.

What else should Mu Ming say? The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang again. Shao Yunchen leaned against the back of his chair and slightly stretched out his hand, "take it, it's a simple meal. Mr. Mu doesn't have to worry."

"No." Mu Ming shen Mou, but still pressed to hang up and put his mobile phone on the desktop.

The man's lips were slightly inaudible, and his eyes were filled with a distant smile. "It's said that the sour plum soup in this house has a different taste. It's made by the boss's mother. Mr. mu can't miss it."

As soon as he raised his hand, the waiter behind him came in three or two steps. After asking for clear requirements, he went downstairs and came up with a pot of sour plum soup in a short time.

But when I was about to get to the table, I accidentally stepped on the slippers next to the swimming pool. The whole person flew towards this side, poured out half of the sour plum soup in his hand, and drenched the table wet.

The dark brown soup slid down along the table and poured on the light gray trouser legs of Mu Ming. There was also a lot of juice splashed on Shao Yunchen's white shirt. Their eyes were heavy and looked at the panicked young face at the moment.

The glass kettle was smashed into thin pieces, and fragments were embedded in the waiter's hand. However, he ignored these, squatted down and wiped the soup on the table with his cuffs.

More liquid dripped on Mu Ming. He looked at the blood exuded from his palm in a calm voice. He couldn't bear to say, "forget it, go and deal with your wound."

The young man apologized as if he hadn't heard it. He took two clean rags from the pocket of his overalls, wiped the desktop clean, and glanced at the mobile phone on the table.

The mobile phone was placed in the corner of the table and was not wet much, but his eyes suddenly lit up and wiped it vigorously.

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

He was about to leave.

But the shepherd's name reacted, clasped his arm, and his eyes were gloomy for a moment, "no, you're not careful."

"Don't worry, sir. I'll be responsible to the end." The waiter held the mobile phone firmly in his hand and let the shepherd spread his palm to ask for it. He pretended to be a fool and insisted on not giving it.

Shao Yunchen, with a deep voice and cold eyes, took time to observe the little farce in front of him.

After a while, the movement attracted the attention of the people around. At this time, the manager also heard the sound and came. Seeing this situation, he seemed very frightened and shouted: "Xiao Dong, what are you doing!"

The man of more than 40 people was very angry. A word roared the young man's face white, and the mobile phone in his hand was also thrown out.

It fell steadily out of the railing with a perfect parabola, rubbed the edge of the glass and finally disappeared into the public's sight.

When Mu Ming reacted, he stretched out to look, but only saw a small dark shadow falling under 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 it. He looked back at the restaurant manager who didn't know why: "I'm afraid the manager can't keep such a careless waiter?"

I can see his implicit anger. The manager can only bow and bow to be careful, "yes, yes, sir, we will compensate you for a new mobile phone. Please rest assured."

Shao Yunchen got up with a cold expression. "I'm afraid you can't afford to pay for this gentleman's mobile phone."

Then he turned to look at Mu Ming, and his tone eased a little: "I didn't expect such an accident. I don't think Mr. Mu is in the mood to eat this meal. It's better to go back and rest first. If there is any valuable and important information in his mobile phone, I can report it to my assistant later, and I'll bear the loss."

Then he tidied up his clothes and left without looking back.

On the way back, Yan Ke drove, and Lin Shui sat in the co driver. He couldn't hide his thick smile. "President Shao, what do you think of my idea?"

Then he handed a paper box back to Shao Yunchen.

Shao Yunchen only glanced at the fragmented mobile phone fragments in the box and continued to hold his forehead for a nap. His voice was a little lazy and commented faintly: "fortunately, the boy reacted quickly enough."

Then he ordered: "go back and find a reliable technician to try, and the data in it can be recovered."

Lin Shui takes the box back. He quickly responds and winks at Yan Ke.

Yan Ke seemed to remember something, his voice was hoarse, "and his home near the city. We went to look through it, but we didn't find any other information. We only found a photo."

"Photos?" Shao Yunchen straightened up slightly, put down his arm that had been resting on the side of the window, and reached out to pick up the mobile phone from the front.

The photo shows a woman in her forties, wearing a clean bun and a professional suit, sitting at a desk with a light and soft smile.

I feel a little familiar.

"Check."

With a faint instruction, I heard Yan Ke's response the next second.

"Yes, Mr. Shao."