Hidden marriage sweet wife is so wild and overwhelming

Song Rao smiled: "a meal also let you take the initiative to come and speak in person, but it seems that I'm not sincere."

Fu Sicheng: "don't be so polite."

"Then why don't you go up? I just finished dinner."

Fu Chengjing for two seconds, did not answer, but drove the car: "let's go out to eat."

Song Rao said with a smile, "is it because Tang Wan is up there?"

If so, don't worry about what will happen to Fu Sicheng when he suddenly comes to her.

Fu Sicheng didn't reply and acquiesced. It's really because there are outsiders, otherwise he would certainly prefer to eat the meal cooked by song Rao.

Fu Sicheng skipped the question and asked song Rao, "where are we going? What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm..." Song Rao thought for a moment, then said mysteriously to Fu Sicheng, "you're tired of the best mountain and seafood. I'll take you to a special place. You must have never been there."

Looking at Song Rao, who was no longer respectful and obedient to him, Fu Sicheng raised his mouth silently: "good."

Song Rao took out her mobile phone: "I'll give you navigation. It's seven o'clock now. It's about eight o'clock there. It's just right."

When the navigation started, the car left the community. Song Rao turned and looked out of the window with cool eyes.

The black Bentley with special license plate shuttles through the busy streets. A black Maybach appears in the rearview mirror.

Fu Sicheng looked at the Maybach that had been following behind them, and his eyebrows and eyes exuded some coldness.

Nearly an hour's drive, finally arrived.

Fu Sicheng got out of the car and looked at the noisy, lively and fireworks filled night market not far away. For a moment, he looked at Song Rao next to him: "eat here?" asked.

"Although the environment here is not good, the food is no worse than those Michelin chefs. I've eaten it. I promise I won't lie to you. Just try. Let's go."

Song Rao grabbed his arm and took him forward.

Fu Sicheng's eyes fell on the two green hands on his arm and followed song Rao.

Gu Yang came down from black Maybach and looked at the two intimate people in front. His gloomy face slammed the door.

The night market has begun, in full swing, with people everywhere.

Song Rao took Fu Sicheng to a stall and said to the boss, "boss, two bowls of beef noodles."

Seeing that Fu Sicheng didn't sit down, song Rao looked at her.

Before she could say anything, Fu Sicheng sat down. Song Rao smiled and said to him, "let's have something to eat first and then stroll after eating."

Unexpectedly, after sitting down, Fu Sicheng looked around and asked him, "who have you been here with before?"

This reminds song Rao of the last time she saw a movie. He also asked her if she often watched movies with others. Is this man possessive or emotional cleanliness? Do you mind her past?

"My brother."

Song Rao certainly wouldn't say Gu Yang.

Sure enough, Fu Sicheng, who got the answer, didn't ask again.

They sat in front of a small booth. Fu Sicheng was tall, long legs, in suits and shoes, and his face was against the sky. His temperament was incompatible with this, which attracted passers-by to look at them.

Song Rao: "there are not only delicious food, but also many interesting things you haven't seen. I'll show you later."

Fu Sicheng: "yes."

Fu Sicheng's cold eyes looked at Gu Yang on their side not far away, and his cold smile seemed to be absent.

In a few minutes, two bowls of delicious beef noodles were brought up. Fu Sicheng looked clean.

Seeing song Rao move two bowls of beef noodles together and take out his mobile phone to shoot, Fu Sicheng wondered: "what to shoot?"