Your Miss Su is blackened

Su Wan felt speechless.

She subconsciously glanced at Fu Moxing, only to find that the corner of the man's mouth was smiling slightly, as if this kind of side compliment to Song Yihan was quite useful.

Su Wan sneered at him.

Then, looking at Song Yihan: "My brother is actually a very gentle person, but he is not good at expressing himself."

The latter snorted coldly, with a bit of arrogance in his dissatisfied tone: "I think he just doesn't like me, right? You see, Boss Fu is also very indifferent to others, but when he comes to his wife, he completely changes himself. Great, it takes a lot of love to be spoiled like this, Xiaowan, I envy you so much."

Su Wan smiled lightly.

When she told Song Yihan that she envied herself, she didn't want to comment on anything, she could only say that she knew one-sidedly, and what she saw was also one-sided, so the conclusions and emotions she produced were equally one-sided.

Whether the relationship between her and Fu Moxing is bitter or sweet, she is the one who knows best.

Su Wan collected her thoughts, looked at the girl and comforted her: "Xiao Han, you are beautiful and cute, you have to have some confidence in yourself, sooner or later my brother will see how good you are, and he will treat you well."

Song Yihan nodded seriously: "Yeah, I think so too."

Fu Moxing smiled when he heard the conversation between the two.

Su Wan looked at him with cold eyes: "What are you laughing at?"

The man is concentrating on peeling the shrimp.

Hearing her question, he didn't raise his head, but answered the question: "Xiao Su is always a man, is he a man? What he likes is the feeling of conquering women. Miss Song is too enthusiastic, so it is inevitable that he will be a bit boring in his eyes."

Shrimp peeled.

Fu Moxing put the fresh and tender shrimp meat on Su Wan's dinner plate, and continued: "Miss Song might as well stay away from him, maybe Xiao Su won't get used to it, and will turn around and chase after you."

Song Yihan shook her head: "But I like him, I can't pretend I don't like him, can I?"

Fu Moxing glanced at Song Yihan while pulling out a tissue to wipe his hands, and said, "There are 36 tricks in "Sun Tzu's Art of War", and the 36th trick of the 16 tricks is called Playing Hard to Get. Miss Song, if you try this trick, it may be quite effective."

Song Yihan tilted her head, listening to the lecture seriously.

After he finished speaking, the girl smiled: "I've heard my dad mention "The Art of War", but I don't quite understand the term 'playing hard to get', but I will think about it carefully."

The man said "um" in a low voice, and looked at Su Wan: "Madam, don't you like to eat shrimp? Why don't you move your chopsticks?"

Su Wan stared at him with a rare look.

Smart as Fu Moxing, the moment his eyes met, he suddenly realized that he had talked too much just now.

Su Wan had already curled her lips, and asked with a sneer, "Men like to conquer women, but I'm an upsider to you, so Mr. Fu didn't get used to me from the beginning, and then he left me cold, and it lasted for two full years?"

Fu Moxing stretched out his hand to hold her hand, as if he was afraid that she would run away suddenly. When he spoke, his voice was bewitching: "I'm different from other men, don't just sit on the same number, huh?"

The latter snorted slightly, and pushed back the plate in front of him: "I'm full."

She got up, took her hand out of the man's palm, turned and left the restaurant.

Fu Moxing's expression turned serious, and he chased after him without hesitation.

Song Yihan was a little dazed by the sudden and sudden turnaround.

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

An Tong walked over and opened the door, and saw a handsome and meticulous man standing outside.

Just as she was about to ask something, Song Yihan raised her voice deliberately: "Xiaowan, Mr. Fu, Su Beijin is here."