"Boss."

Xia Ling took Fu Yunting into the shop and said hello to the boss.

"Oh, here comes the little girl and her boyfriend? Please sit down."

The boss remembered that Xia Ling and Fu Yunting politely asked them to sit down.

Xia Ling pursed her lips and smiled. Looking at the man sitting down, she hummed in her heart.

She still remembers that he used Fu Xichen\'s identity to approach her at that time.

This man is hateful to think of.

Play her around.

"What would you like to eat today?"

The boss put the menu in front of them and looked at Xia Ling with a smile. "The little girl must still be the same, right? What about your boyfriend?"

"Just like her."

Fu Yunting said faintly.

It doesn\'t matter what he eats, as long as she is happy.

"OK, wait a moment."

The boss smiled and left. Xia Ling drank and glanced at the man opposite, "liar."

Fu Yunting slightly raised his eyebrows and paused with his hand holding the water cup. "Liar? What\'s the matter with me?"

"Think for yourself."

Xia Ling raised his chin and glanced at him.

Fu Yunting drank water and looked at the little woman with proud and charming appearance. His black eyes moved slightly, "boyfriend?"

Did he approach her with a fake identity before she cared?

"Hum."

Xia Ling hummed twice without comment.

Fu Yunting put down his water cup, slowly turned sideways and smiled at Xia Ling. "Yes, I forgot, I\'m your little white face and don\'t deserve to have a boyfriend."

Xia Ling: "

Can this man have a good chat?

A couple happened to sit down on one side.

Originally, the girl saw that Fu Yunting was very handsome, and her eyes were full of stars. When she heard Fu Yunting say the words "little white face", she couldn\'t help looking contemptuous.

"Gee, this man looks like a dog. He\'s actually a duck."

"Yes, so a man can\'t look at his face. It depends on his ability. Huahua, it\'s better for me."

“......”

Hearing the conversation between them, Xia Ling pursed her lips and smiled at Fu Yunting\'s face. It looked like you deserved it.

Fu Yunting hooked his lips and smiled dangerously at Xia Ling. "Are you happy to see your husband being teased? See how I serve you at night."

Xia Ling: "

Kiss, it\'s not her fault. She doesn\'t need to serve!

"You admitted it yourself. What does it have to do with me?"

"Well, I want to serve you. What\'s the matter with you?"

"You..."

Xia Ling was speechless, looking at someone\'s thicker face, except hum or hum.

"Here we are. Your hot and sour noodles are ready."

The boss put two bowls of hot and spicy powder in front of the two people, "take your time."

"Thank you."

Xia Ling thanked the boss, looked down and saw that Fu Yunting was helping her spicy.

Bony hands look beautiful.

She is very satisfied to be taken care of by such a noble man.

"Wife, is that enough?"

"That\'s enough, honey. I think you need a little, too."

"Naughty, and want to see me embarrass?"

"Will you?"

"Yes, as long as the wife is happy."

“......”

Two people, you and I, enjoy this rare and comfortable time.

Two days later, the air tea restaurant on the top floor of Haicheng commercial building.

Xia Ling sat on the seat drinking tea, opposite Fu manyun and her son.

Early in the morning, Fu manyun sent a message to her and asked her out for tea.

She didn\'t refuse. They made an appointment to meet at the teahouse.

"Lingling, I still want to apologize to you for last time. Zizi, tell your aunt I\'m sorry."

Fu manyun smiled at Xia Ling and looked sideways at his son.