The president's beloved dumb wife

At this time, only Yu Sheng and Xiao dingxun were left in the rest room.

"Do you have anything to drink?" Xiao dingxun suddenly asked Yu Sheng.

Yu Sheng was stunned and immediately pointed to the thermos pot on one side: "I cooked honey Sydney Water..."

"Can I have a drink?"

When Xiao dingxun said this, her eyes fell on Yu Sheng's face. She looked at him for a second. The bottom of her heart gradually softened and couldn't refuse him.

It was, and it is.

Yu Sheng turned around, walked to the table and poured a cup of honey Sydney water.

Xiao dingxun looked at her back. He didn't even know it. The corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

Yu Sheng turned around and put the cup on the tea table next to Xiao dingxun.

Xiao dingxun looked at her. I don't know why the rouge on her face was deeper because she wanted to be photographed, so her cheeks looked slightly red. However, how could the tip of her ears be faintly red? Xiao dingxun's smile grew deeper and deeper.

He reached out to pick up the cup and took a shallow sip. After that, his pupils suddenly tightened slightly. The next moment, he drank all the Sydney Water in the cup in one breath.

The moment he put down the empty cup, his fingers trembled slightly.

Four years ago, ah Sheng also made such soup. He didn't like sweet things, but the sweet soup she made was sweet and not greasy, but he loved it very much.

She has been away for four years, and he has never tasted such sweet soup again.

The same eyes, the same Sheng characters, the same taste, is it a coincidence, or is it God's pity?

"Did Miss Su learn to cook?" Xiao dingxun slowly opened his mouth and his eyes fell on Yu Sheng's face.

"I learned some from my grandmother when I was a child."

"Has Miss Su always been abroad?"

"HMM." Yu Sheng nodded gently and looked up at Xiao dingxun.

He was looking at her, but he seemed to be looking at others through her.

At this moment, there was some unspeakable sour pain in the bottom of her heart.

Does he still remember ah Sheng?

Hasn't he forgotten ah Sheng all these years?

In his heart, what is ah Sheng?

Have you ever had a small seat in ah Sheng?

Yu Sheng only felt a slight tingling in her eyes. She held back her tears, stabilized her mood and said, "Mr. Xiao, today's thing..."

"I know. I don't blame you."

Yu Sheng was stunned.

Xiao dingxun replied: "she's been perverse these years. She's becoming more and more impulsive and irritable. She caused great trouble to your friend last time. I'm also very sorry..."

"I hit people, and I'm a little too impulsive."

"I said, I don't blame you."

Yu Sheng was silent for a moment and lowered his head slightly.

Xiao dingxun looked at her, her eyes drooping slightly, but she looked more like ah Sheng. After all, in those days, when ah Sheng was in front of him, she often looked like this.

All kinds of thoughts surged up at the bottom of his heart, but more were still unspeakable faint pain.

"I like reading with Ann very much. The last time I came home, I was very happy with Ann. Miss Su, if it's convenient in the future, I hope the two children can have more opportunities to get along..."

"Well, and ANN are very cute and clever. Yinian and I like him very much."

Xiao dingxun listened to her and couldn't help smiling.

At this time, the dusk outside the window was already heavy. He seemed to inadvertently ask, "Miss Su, it's getting late. Did your husband pick you up?"

"I'll drive back by myself."

Xiao dingxun nodded slightly: "pay attention to safety when driving."

"Thank you, Mr. Xiao."

Yu Sheng watched him go out of the lounge, and just then he let out a sigh of relief.

But, looking at the empty glass on the tea table, thinking of his look when he drank Sydney water just now, and the look in his eyes when he looked at himself, Yu Sheng couldn't help but slightly clench his fingers.

Four years ago, he always did the same when he ate her meals and drank her soup porridge.

Although she never praised or said gentle words, she knew that he loved everything she did, which was her only comfort in those dark days.

However, at this time, did he not forget ah Sheng, or just nostalgic for the taste of the past? She dared not think deeply.

……

Zhou Manjun is standing outside the Xu family's gate.

"Miss Zhou, I'm sorry. It's inconvenient for our young master to see guests now."

The servant was no longer warm in the past and said coldly to Zhou Manjun.

Zhou Manjun's face was haggard and her cheeks were slightly sunken. Hearing the servant say so, her thin body shook.

The world is hot and cold. Even the gentle and considerate boyfriend she thought she could rely on is actually just a ruthless and selfish scum man.

She hates Xu Zhou and the power of the Xu family, but what she hates more is Su Sheng.

Why did she come back from abroad and take away her opportunity? Does she know how difficult it is for her to go today? How long did she wait for such an opportunity?

She was born in an ordinary family. Her parents trained her. Today, she has long been in debt and is only waiting for her to become famous.

But now, it's all ruined. My proud boyfriend closed the door and didn't see her. The most important opportunity was missed.

After so many hard work and professional classes, she became a favorite student of Professor Zhao. Younger martial brothers and sisters envy their respected elder martial sisters, but what's the use of this?

An inexplicable Su Sheng parachuted in and ruined all her efforts.

Stay in Kyoto and be an ordinary vocal music teacher. I'm afraid I can't afford a suite in Kyoto all my life.

Go back to the small county in your hometown and get a salary of three or four thousand a month? I can't pay the debts my parents owe.

What should she do now?

"Miss Zhou, please come back."

The servant gave her a scornful look and turned away.

Zhou Manjun stood outside the door for a moment. She finally turned slowly and walked forward step by step.

When it was completely dark, Zhou Manjun took out his mobile phone and stared at a number in the address book for a long time. After all, he dialed.

"It's Xiao Zhou. Why did you call me now?"

The big bellied middle-aged man was lying on the massage bed doing spa, while the young technician dressed in cool clothes saw him gesturing, and quickly stopped talking and laughing.

"Mr. Huang, do you still count what you said to me before?"

The middle-aged man smiled when he heard the speech: "Xiao Zhou, I always like you. I really like you. How can I lie to you..."

Zhou Manjun looked blankly at the dark night and said mechanically, "I can follow you, but I have conditions."

"Xiao Zhou, just say, I promise whatever conditions, as long as I can do it."

"I want a registered permanent residence in Kyoto and three million cash..."

After all, Zhou Manjun stepped on all his self-esteem and self love.