Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Lu Yu paused. He was thinking about Wen Qingyue and Fu Han's marriage. He wanted to chat with Wen Qingyue, but he forgot that this is a special period. grateful!"

Liu Nanfeng smiled, "President Lu, you are being polite."

Mo Hanshuang stood aside and watched, listening to their conversation, and glanced sideways at Wen Qingyue in the distance, his thoughts wandering, his eyes meaningful.

Mo Hanshuang looked away, raised a smile, and said, "Mr. Liu, Mr. Lu, farewell!"

Here Wen Qingyue hung up the phone, followed Jianying and left from the other side in the car, without having to face the embarrassment of saying hello, she was not completely dead.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at Yipinfang's parking space, and Jianying got out of the car first, and stood in front of her waiting for her.

Wen Qingyue quickened her pace, and the two entered the store together, chatting while walking, "Which of our three companies do you think can be selected?"

The box is set on the second floor, and Yipinfang's design style is more national style. Wen Qingyue is wearing high heels and a skirt, and it is not safe to go up the stairs. Jianying thoughtfully stretched out her hand to support her.

Wen Qingyue was not pretentious, she took advantage of the situation, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "Of course I have confidence in my team."

In other words, she felt that Wen's bidding proposal would be selected.

Of course, she is not completely blindly confident. She is self-assessing in her heart based on the on-site expert review and a set of procedures.

This feeling is similar to that after the college entrance examination, I have a certain strength in correcting the answers and estimating the scores.

Jian Ying was also present, nodded slightly, and said seriously: "I also think it's you, and I'm convinced that I lost this round."

Thinking back to her confident and professional answers when facing the questions from the expert judges, Jianying was convinced and convinced by her.

"Qingyue, tell me the truth, what did you eat to grow up? Everyone has the same brain, why are you so smart, and you feel that you are better than others in everything you do."

While talking, the two walked to the corridor of the box on the second floor.

Wen Qingyue let go of her hand, and said slowly: "Perhaps this is due to talent?"

Jian Ying pursed her lips and thought hard, "Why do you think there is such a big difference between people? I can't compare with you. After all, we are not related by blood, but Wen Ziming and you are the same mother and the same father. How can he have the same brain? Not as good as you?"

As soon as the words were finished, the box in front opened, and Wen Ziming, who had just been compared, stood by the door with a dark face and looked at them.

To be more precise, he was staring at Jianying.

Jianying: "Brother, don't look at me like that. I'm telling the truth. Compared with Qingyue, your IQ is really not as high as hers. You don't look like you were born with your parents."

Wen Ziming: I really know how to tie q!

"Can you come in and chat while ordering food? I'm very hungry!" Fang Xiaoyuan poked her head out from behind Wen Ziming, her baby face full of grievances.

Wen Qingyue's eyes lit up in surprise, "Xiaoyuan? When did you come back?"

She passed Wen Ziming, entered the box with Fang Xiaoyuan holding hands, and sat down at the round table.

Fang Xiaoyuan hugged her happily, "I just came back yesterday, and I wanted to give you a surprise, so I asked my cousin to invite you over, Yueyue, you smell so sweet!"

She rested her chin on Wen Qingyue's shoulder and took a big breath, looking like a pervert.

Jianying walked over, and flicked her on the forehead in disgust, "Fang Xiaoyuan, don't look perverted, be normal, those who don't know think you have a crush on Qingyue."

Fang Xiaoyuan stuck out her tongue provocatively at him, let go of Wen Qingyue, and sat down in her seat, "Cousin, you are just jealous of me!"

Jealous of her being able to embrace the moon as she pleases.

Jian Ying smiled bluntly, pouted, ignored her, and ordered with the menu.

Fang Xiaoyuan focused on Wen Qingyue, her eyes were full of stars, "Yueyue, you look so good in a professional woman's attire! Sexy and beautiful, if only I were a man, I will chase you openly."

Wen Qingyue was used to her glib and serious appearance, and said with a smile, "Actually, I'm not stuck with my gender, but it's a pity that you are a bit late. Remember to meet me earlier in your next life."

Fang Xiaoyuan expressed grief: "Yueyue!! After all, I was one step late—"

Wen Ziming and Jian Ying on the side rubbed their arms in disgust, shaking off the goose bumps all over their bodies, and continued to order.

After ordering, Wen Ziming looked up at Wen Qingyue and asked, "When will your project end?"

Wen Qingyue picked up the teapot and poured tea, focusing her eyes on the teacup, "If it's quick, it will end tomorrow, if it's slow, it might be next year."

If she doesn't win the bid, she loses the bet. According to the bet, she leaves the company. If she wins the bid, the construction of Vientiane Mountain Resort may not be completed until next summer. They are in charge of the decoration, and it will take a while at night. It is expected to be completed before autumn. Of course, she doesn't need to follow the project for so long, at most until before the Spring Festival.

Wen Ziming nodded thoughtfully, "Then when will you have time to go home, Mom misses you a lot."

Wen Canghai also said this sentence to her a few times before, Wen Qingyue couldn't help but reflect on herself, hasn't she been back for a long time?

It seems that she hasn't been back to Wen Canghai's house since Wen Canghai's birthday. It's been a long time indeed.

Wen Qingyue fell into deep thought, took a sip of tea from the teacup, tasted the taste of Biluochun, and said nana authentically: "Yes, I see."

Both Jianying and Fang Xiaoyuan knew about the situation at home, and understood that Wen Qingyue didn't go home very often, so they didn't follow suit.

Fang Xiaoyuan changed the subject and said, "Yueyue, let me tell you, I went to Santorini this time and took a lot of photos, which are very beautiful! I'll show you the photos later, Jumei!"

She changed her words, "It's a pity that you are not here. When we have a chance, let's go on a trip together. You are in charge of the beauty, and I am in charge of taking beautiful photos for you!"

She has extremely rich expressions on her face, with regrets and longings for a while, and it is easy to infect other people's emotions and follow her longing.

Wen Qingyue smiled and nodded, "Okay, next summer, there should be a chance."

"Really! Then we agreed to go on a trip together next summer!"

"Ok!"

Excited, Fang Xiaoyuan immediately took out her mobile phone and showed Wen Qingyue the tourist attractions she had planned, and those places she hadn't visited.

The two discussed happily, and the atmosphere was lively.

Wen Ziming said something abruptly, cooling down the atmosphere.

"I advise you to change the time, don't promise what you can't do so simply."

Both Wen Qingyue and Fang Xiaoyuan looked up at him, Jianying sighed silently, feeling desperate that her brother had opened his mouth.

Social taboo refers to one, don't pour cold water on others when they are chatting happily.

Wen Ziming didn't think there was any problem with his words at all, met their gazes, and said calmly: "Aren't you going to hold a wedding with Fu Han next summer, and have a honeymoon, so there won't be any time conflicts?"

Fang Xiaoyuan: "You want a half-wedding, honeymoon?! Can you let me be a photographer? Take photos for you to record?"

Jianying: "Did you miss the point?"

Wen Qingyue: "..."

She really forgot about the wedding, and when she said that the summer wedding was just a delay.