Participating in a variety show for rich ladies, I became popular on the Internet by setting up a st

When Fu Xingyuan was about to reach the dining car, Shen Wu noticed him.

While other customers in the queue were looking down at their phones, he was the only one doing nothing. He even deliberately covered his sight with his baseball cap for fear of being seen.

The key point is that his dressing style is very similar to that of the pervert yesterday, and they both wore masks.

There were too many people yesterday, and Shen Wu didn't have time to remember the pervert's facial features, so he let him escape.

She was not sure whether the person in front of her was the harasser from yesterday.

Just based on my intuition, I came to the conclusion that this person should not be a good person.

Fu Xingyuan raised his left hand and gently pushed away the spatula in front of him with the back of his index finger. He calmly repeated, "One large bowl of beef noodles, take it away."

Fu Xingyuan had a very broad palm, with long fingers and distinct joints.

The movement of moving the spatula away was slow and gentle, but due to the slightly protruding blue veins on the back of his hand, it carried an indescribable strength.

The hand control enthusiasts were ecstatic, and the barrage of comments instantly filled the screen.

[Wow, my brother’s hand is not a hand, it is a weeping willow on the bank of Cambridge. I was sent away right there. It’s so beautiful! ]

[This hand is so astringent! The fingers are so long, it is simply a magical item for cooking. It is a pity not to grab the bed sheet. ]

[This little brother's hands are so big, I feel like he can hold both of my hands. ]

[Not only my hands, I feel like I can hold both of my feet at the same time. ]

[What the hell are you talking about! I just hate that my ability to understand in seconds can’t be used to understand mathematics in seconds! ]

Shen Wu put away the cold expression on his face and instead gave a warm smile: "Excuse me, sir. Please wait a moment."

Although this person's clothes are strange, his overall temperament is serious, so he should not be a pervert.

Shen Wu packed the noodles and handed them to Fu Xingyuan. After he paid the money, he left quickly.

I originally planned to leave the park directly, but when I walked to a flower bed, my eyes inadvertently caught a sneaky figure.

Fu Xingyuan stopped and looked up, and saw the suspicious man who was about to cut in line hiding behind a tree trunk, looking in the direction of the food truck.

It's obvious at first glance that he has no good intentions and looks more like a pervert who is following you.

Fu Xingyuan immediately became alert. Perhaps Shen Wu was not teasing this man yesterday, but was harassed by this man.

Carrying the takeaway bag, he walked to a round table opposite the flower bed and sat down, observing the suspicious man's movements from a distance.

The group did not have any important meetings that required him to attend today, nor did it have any urgent matters.

Fu Xingyuan thought about it and sent a message to Special Assistant Zhou, saying that he would take half a day off and there was no need to disturb him unless there was an emergency.

When Special Assistant Zhou received the message, he read it over and over again, but still couldn't believe it.

The king of exam papers, who works 365 days a year, actually wants to take a half-day break?

With trembling fingers, he sent a message that was extremely treasonous: [Mr. Fu, your account has been hacked? ]

This time, Fu Xingyuan called directly and said with dissatisfaction: "Assistant Zhou, which word in the message I sent do you have doubts about?"

"I dare not, I dare not." Special Assistant Zhou felt a chill on his back with fear. Their President Fu was actually serious!

Special Assistant Zhou wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Although Fu Xingyuan was not in front of him at the moment, he was still controlled by an invisible pressure.

Nodding and bowing to the air, he smiled flatteringly: "Boss Fu, I wish you a happy vacation and have fun!"

With a click, the other party hung up the phone before he could finish his words.

In Fu Xingyuan's absence, Special Assistant Zhou not only did not dare to slack off, but worked even harder.

They were afraid that their President Fu would make a feint and suddenly rush back to the office.

Fu Nanchen's incident was already enough to make him suffer, and now he was caught slacking off by his boss. His life this year will probably be even more difficult.

-

Fu Xingyuan sat at the round table, unwrapped the plastic bag, took out the braised beef noodles in a disposable transparent plastic bowl, opened the lid, and tore off the packaging of the disposable chopsticks.

He picked up the chopsticks, took off the mask, and began to eat breakfast while observing Gu Chenyan.

While observing Gu Chenyan, Fu Xingyuan was also savoring the taste of this bowl of beef noodles.

He ate slowly, trying to feel the different flavors in the bowl of noodles.

But the result made him feel mixed with joy and sorrow.

The aroma lingering at the tip of your nose is so strong that it makes you want to devour it and drink even a drop of the soup.

But the food that entered my mouth still had no taste, like chewing wax.

The nose can smell the aroma of food, but the taste buds are still dysfunctional.

This is already the best gift for Fu Xingyuan.

Smell it and take a bite, and you will be numb to the fact that every bite of food you chew is a delicacy.

He has never believed in anything like gods or ghosts, but now he is trapped in a huge mystery.

He even had an absurd idea that Shen Wu must be a demon who had transformed into a human and cast some magic on the food.

Otherwise, all of this cannot be explained by science at all.

There were so many chefs competing with Shen Wu that day, but he rushed into the interview room and walked around every stove, but he didn't smell the food they made.

Only food prepared by Shen Wu can trigger his sense of smell.

Fu Xingyuan ate his bowl of noodles very slowly, not even leaving a drop of soup.

By the time the plastic bowl was emptied, my stomach felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

That kind of satisfaction made Fu Xingyuan feel that it would be worth it even if he died at that moment.

He had never felt that eating could be such a joyful thing. Even if his taste buds could not taste anything, it was enough to make him indulge in it.

After throwing away the garbage, the suspicious person next to the flower bed still did not leave.

Without sufficient evidence to prove that he was tracking and following you, calling the police would be of little use and would only be a waste of police resources.

Fu Xingyuan adjusted his clothes and put on his mask, then raised his long legs and walked towards the suspicious person.

When he approached Gu Chenyan, he just stood under the tree, his posture upright, his arms folded, his eyes fixed on Gu Chenyan with an oppressive feeling.

Ninety percent of stalkers are like rats in the sewers. When the sun shines, they will shrink back into their own dark place in fear and cannot withstand the slightest fright.

Fu Xingyuan's original intention was to drive away this suspicious person with his eyes.

But he obviously underestimated Gu Chenyan. Not only did Gu Chenyan not belong to the 90% of people, he was also a weirdo among the remaining 10%.

Feeling a shadow falling beside him, Gu Chenyan turned his head to look.

He saw the annoying guy who had tried to stop him from walking towards the dining car standing next to him, with a cold and strange look from under the brim of his baseball cap.

Being stared at by this gaze, Gu Chenyan got goose bumps all over his body.

This person has been deliberately against him from the beginning, and now appears in front of him for no reason. He must have been secretly observing him for a long time!

The two electric waves flashing in my mind suddenly connected into one.

Gu Chenyan figured it out, took a few steps back, raised his finger and pointed at Fu Xingyuan, and said in shock: "You don't like me, do you?"

Fu Xingyuan: “……?”