The mystery husband is a little bad

This time, she hit her head directly, and the tip of her nose directly hit someone's chest. She felt pain.

Just the breath of the nose, then familiar, let her forget to apologize for a while, just look up in amazement, looking at the man in front: "how are you?"

With a cold face, Fu Han stood upright like a sculpture. He has been standing here for more than ten minutes, watching her walk around the square for three times, but she didn't find him at all. If it wasn't for him to be a sculpture later, she had to change places, I'm afraid she would not find him now!

"Why not me."

"Er..." Qin Luo rubbed his sore nose, always felt that his sight was too pressing and stressful. She shook her head, looked at the bustling crowd around her, and then looked at him in a suit. The corner of her mouth light dyed a smile. "It's strange how you can come to this place."

"Why can't I come to such a place."

Today, he seems to have many questions, but Qin Luo is very patient to answer: "it's not in line with your identity." Anyway, he's not such a boring person to come here and hang out.

"It doesn't fit."

Qin Luo laughed and swept him from head to tail: "you look like you are going to a banquet and a meeting. Isn't it strange to come here?"

"Then how is it not strange, just like them?" His deep eyes fell on the men and women who kissed me and me.

Qin Luo naturally saw it, and could not help coughing: "no, I don't mean that..."

"What do you mean then?" Step by step, it's so aggressive that it's almost impossible for Qin Luo to escape.

Qin Luo bit his lips and searched his stomach. He didn't know how to answer the question. But suddenly, there was a grunt in his stomach. It was clear that the crowd around was so noisy, but she and Fu Hanshen could hear it clearly.

It was at dinner time that all kinds of shops on both sides of the square sent out the fragrance of various foods, especially the strong flavor of cumin. Qin Luo felt quite embarrassed, and his ears turned red first. He could not say a word.

Always like this, there is no difference from the past. If you want to be red, you need to be red. It seems that Fu Hanshen's brain suddenly appears that she is red, like a cooked shrimp, curled up in the quilt. The thick and powerful make her look like she has no special features. The eyes, like the sun, the moon and the stars, and the small earlobes, are like a cooked one The cherry looks like, can't help but make people think of a kiss.

As soon as he thought about it, Fu felt his stomach tighten. He was very upset about the opposite sides of his body, so he quickly turned his head away and roughly took her up with one hand: "let's go."

"Where to go." Qin Luo was almost dragged away. He could only speed up his pace and catch up with him.

"I don't know where there are so many problems."

He took her to most of the square, then took the elevator to the fifth floor. There is a private restaurant here.

It's famous. It's hard to find one. At the peak of the meal, when they arrived, they were already overcrowded. Qin Luo had a headache and whispered, "do you want to eat? But there are so many people in this place. I don't know when to wait. Let's forget it. "

Fu Hanshen ignored her and just called. In a short time, an old man dressed casually came out. When he saw Fu Hanshen, he was surprised: "Hanshen? It's really you. I thought you were kidding me. Come on, come on in. "

The old man was about sixty years old, but he was very strong and had a good laugh. After bringing Fu Hanshen and Qin Luo in, he went directly to a private room and exchanged greetings with Fu Hanshen. Then his eyes fell on Qin Luo: "it's really rare to bring his girlfriend here for the first time."

Qin Luo knew that the old man misunderstood, and he wanted to explain quickly. However, Fu Hanshen put his arms around her waist and said to her, "call me, uncle Jiu."

"Uncle Jiu, we are not..." Qin Luo said only half of what he said, and his waist was heavy. He clearly didn't want her to finish it, so she had to give up.

Nine uncle smile, said a meaningful words: "people found?"

Fu Hanshen nodded, but he didn't say much. Qin Luo listened to people in the clouds. Who found it? Was Fu Hanshen looking for someone?

After sitting down, Fu handed her the menu: "would you like some?"

Qin Luo didn't know how he came here to have dinner with Fu Hanshen. He had a headache, but he was really hungry. He waved his hand: "please order it. It's my treat."

Fu Hanshen didn't say anything, but said to Uncle Jiu, "let's just do the same."

"OK, you wait."

The location of this private room is quite good. It is facing the music fountain under the square. As soon as you bow your head, you can see the flashing neon and color lights, the bright and the dark, and the bustling street outside. But it is quite quiet here. You can't hear the noise outside. It looks like a corner forgotten by the world of mortals. It's quiet, with her mysterious veil.

Qin Luo put his hands under his chin, looking at the opposite Yingting silent man: "you come here?""Not often."

"Then how can you tell Uncle Jiu the same way?"

"He has a good memory. He can remember everything after eating once."

"Yes."

Fate is really magical. Qin Luo didn't expect that he and Fu Hanshen could sit down to eat together one day, but his eyes were burning and fell on her face, which was too threatening. She couldn't help but touch her face: "I have east and West on my face?" You look at me!

"No."

"Can you..." Don't look at me like that again.

Qin Luo is ready to talk and stops, just as the waiter begins to serve, and timely solves her embarrassment, she is relieved, and has nothing to say.

But soon, she found out the problem again. She was shocked and stared at the dishes in front of her. She didn't understand why every dish on the table was her favorite?

"What are you looking at? Don't eat yet." Fu Hanshen took the chopsticks and put them in the mouth of a kitchen knife. When he saw Qin Luo, he was still stupefied. He twisted his eyebrows and said, "it's not to my taste."

"No." Qin Luo holds chopsticks, shakes his head, and then looks at Fu Hanshen with complicated eyes. "I'm just wondering how you taste the same as me. Do you know these dishes are all what I like to eat?"

Since her marriage to he Zhenguang, she has never eaten so many agreeable dishes, but Fu's expression is always light, and there is not too much mood fluctuation, "then eat it quickly, don't always say useless nonsense."