When Song Zhichao met Fu Qingying again, Fu Qingying was having a meal.

As a four-star hotel, all VIPs living in this small villa have meal delivery services, especially Hong Kong "VIPs" like Fu Qingying, who put forward the conditions were met by the hotel. They not only helped her cook a meal, but also delivered it on time and on time, with coffee and black tea.

At this time, the villa was playing an elegant piano piece, but it was the very flavorful "Grace of God".

The bright and clean restaurant, with white mixed with green refreshing tones, a Western fireplace, and Bible murals, giving people a peaceful and warm feeling.

The restaurant in the villa is not big, but because Fu Qingying dined alone, the small restaurant seems a bit deserted.

Song Zhichao walked into the restaurant with a briefcase and saw Fu Qingying eating a sandwich at a glance. Then he looked at the breakfast on the table. It was full of food, but it was basically Western delicacies, either fried eggs or bacon or French bread.

Song Zhichao greeted Fu Qingying very gentlemanly: "Hello Miss Fu!"

Fu Qingying looked at him coldly, then ignored the slim-cut sandwiches and fried eggs with a knife and fork, as if he was transparent.

Song Zhichao didn't feel embarrassed, so he found a seat to sit down, put down the briefcase in his hand, and then smiled at Fu Qingying: "Ms. Fu, have a meal."

This time Fu Qingying didn't even look at him.

Song Zhichao smiled by himself. Just as he was about to speak and relieve the atmosphere, his stomach screamed.

Only then did Song Zhichao remember that he hadn't eaten anything since last night, so it would be strange if he was not hungry.

"Miss Fu, I wonder how many meals are you enjoying?" Song Zhichao glanced at the delicious food on the table. The table was full, and it was enough for three people to eat.

Fu Qingying then raised her head, "What do you want to eat?"

"Haha, if you sincerely invite..."

"Well, I don't want to invite you; Zhongyou, this is a meal alone." Fu Qingying glanced at Song Zhichao contemptuously.

"Do you eat alone? Haha, it seems that Miss Fu has a lot of food!" Song Zhichao smiled and said, "It's a blessing to be able to eat - our A-niu also ate so much, but once I almost died of suffocation!"

"Cough cough cough!" Fu Qingying glared at the phoenix eyes.

Song Zhichao pretended not to see anything. Seeing coffee and black tea next to him, he thought he had no food, so he could drink something, so he picked up the teacup...

At this time—

"What are you doing?"

“Drink some tea.”

"Well, this tea is also served by one person." Fu Qingying said with a slight smile.

Song Zhichao shrugged apologetically and went to get the coffee pot.

"Well, this coffee is also served by one person." Fu Qingying continued to stop him.

Song Zhichao couldn't help but say, "You want all coffee and tea?"

"I like to drink coffee first and then tea, what do you care?" Fu Qingying rolled her eyes to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao rolled his eyes, "OK, I don't eat your stuff, I don't drink it - this napkin is not a one-person serving, right?"

After Song Zhichao finished speaking, he pulled out a stack of napkins.

Before Fu Qingying could figure out what he was going to do, she saw Song Zhichao and Song Zhichao start sneezing in front of her, and then began to wipe her nose, "Well, a mad woman kicked me off last night and caught a cold! Ah sneezing—!"

Song Zhichao deliberately sneezed towards Fu Qingying's dining table.

Fu Qingying was almost crazy. She was a daughter-in-law. She was usually quiet when she was having dinner and didn't even dare to say a word. What's more, Song Zhichao sneezed in front of her food and wiped her nose.

It's so disgusting!

Fu Qingying could no longer eat it, so she threw the knife and fork aside.

Song Zhichao pretended to be confused and said, "Well, Miss Fu, you can eat, I didn't disturb you, right? I feel like it's better to sneeze a few more times, don't worry about me!"

Fu Qingying finally understood that in terms of thick-skinnedness, she could not compare to Song Zhichao.

"Um, I'm full." Fu Qingying picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth. Her beautiful eyes stared at Song Zhichao viciously, "Do you know, you are so annoying!"

Song Zhichao smiled slightly, sat down again and said, "Thank you Miss Fu for being so straightforward. The great writer Leo Tolstoy once said that when a person hates others, she often cannot see the bugs crawling on her body, and the name of the bug is 'Hateful Worm'."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, I'm talking about Leo Tolstoy."

Looking at Song Zhichao's serious appearance, Fu Qingying clenched her pink fist and bit her teeth tightly, and she had the urge to flatter someone.

"Okay, I won't be quarrel with you anymore. You should understand what happened to me when I called you over."

"If you don't say it, how can I know?" Song Zhichao said, but he had already started to take out the transfer contracts from his briefcase last night.

"Your movement is a bit too fast, I haven't said I'd like to sign."

"Oh, I'm just taking it out and preparing it, waiting for you to sign it." Song Zhichao showed a smile on Fu Qingying, spreading the contract, and took out a Hero pen, unscrewed the pen, then placed it neatly on the document, closed his hands, and stared at Fu Qingying in a straight position.

Fu Qingying tried hard to calm her emotions, and gritted her teeth and said to Song Zhichao: "The winner is not decided, I am still waiting for a call."

"I know, you are waiting for the phone call named Chen Biao."

"Just know! Don't think that I believed you if I said so much last night. If I don't have a phone call, I won't sign a contract!" Fu Qingying proudly hugged her arms, her phoenix eyes were cold.

Song Zhichao was about to speak, but at this time, Master Su ran in anxiously, holding the big phone number in his hand and said to Fu Qingying: "Miss, A Biao is calling!"

Fu Qingying calmly said, "Don't be so anxious, take your time! What did A Biao say?"

"Abiao said he was in the police station."

Fu Qingying smiled and smiled proudly.

She held her shoulders, raised her chin, and demonstrated to Song Zhichao: "Have you heard that A Biao has arrived at the police station. Soon, he will bail Diao Jiahua out. Song Zhichao, what tricks do you have?"

Song Zhichao opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Fu Qingying said again: "Don't think I don't know. You are the person you found by Mark. You think you are so capable. I didn't expect that there was only such ability! Do you know, I hate you very much! I hate your clothes, your hairstyle, and your tone of speaking! You, a mainland boy, dare to fight with me. Who gives you such great courage?"

Next to him, Master Su was anxious: "Miss, no, I mean..."

"You don't have to say it, I know everything." Fu Qingying planned to say to Master Su, "This time A Biao made great contributions, and I will reward him well when he comes back. As for you, although you have done a lot of wrong things before, now you will give you a chance to make up for it. Go and invite Mr. Song out for me. I don't want to see him again! It won't work for one minute or one second!" Fu Qingying said domineeringly.

Master Su tried hard to take a breath, and could no longer hold it back, "Well, Miss! A Biao was in the police station, but he was not going to bail Diao Jiahua, he was arrested!"

Fu Qingying's face suddenly became very strange. The smugness that had just stopped between her cheeks and eyes. The sudden surprise gradually expanded, and the embarrassment of being humiliated slowly spread, and finally turned into a delicate scolding and roared at Master Su: "What are you doing? Can you finish the words at once!"

Master Su was so scared that he trembled all over, as if he had bumped into a cat's mouse. He lowered his head and bowed, and apologized repeatedly: "Sorry, Miss! Sorry, Miss!"

"He was also unintentional!" Song Zhichao kindly stood up to smooth things over, pulled his master Su aside, and said very sincerely: "Miss Fu, don't be angry anymore. Why don't you sign this contract first to relieve the fire?"

"I'll sign you, a big-headed ghost!" Fu Qingying couldn't help it anymore, grabbed the egg yolk sandwich on the plate and smashed it at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao quickly dodged and hid to the side. The fried egg on the sandwich hit Master Su's head.
Chapter completed!