Become a rival virtual lover

Qin Yan treated Fu Yueting's wound, and the two returned to the backyard.

As soon as they came back, Song Jingming, who had been in a daze, noticed the movement and looked up.

Qin Yan went to the seat and sat down, and said to Fu Yueting: "Your hand is injured, please rest first."

Fu Yueting said: "It's okay, I will be careful this time."

Qin Yan frowned, got up again and changed places with Fu Yueting: "Then you come to string these."

Most of the vegetables in front of him are vegetables, so it doesn't take much effort.

Fu Yueting originally wanted to refuse, but before he could say anything, Qin Yan had already walked in front of him, so he had no choice but to agree.

"Then you should also be careful."

"En." Qin Yan sat down again, raised his eyes and saw Song Jingming's face full of hesitation, and asked him, "What's the matter?"

Song Jingming watched the whole process again just now, his eyes flicked back and forth between the two, his heart was full of complexity, and his eyes were full of strangeness.

Uncle Han felt that the two had a good relationship, so he felt that it was normal for them to get along no matter how they got along.

But Uncle Han definitely didn't know that before he came here, the relationship between Qin Yan and Fu Yueting was just an ordinary business partner.

What happened in such a short time afterwards that made the two of them become better?

Song Jingming secretly refused to accept it.

He and Qin Yan have been friends for many years, and never saw Qin Yan taking care of him for a night when he was drunk.

Isn't this obviously eccentric!

Thinking of the scene he saw at the door of Fu Yueting's bedroom in the morning, Song Jingming felt even more itchy, wishing to solve the big case immediately, so as to satisfy his curious incurable disease.

It's a pity that everyone is here now, and he can't ask if he wants to ask, so he has to keep his thoughts in his heart, enduring quite uncomfortable.

Hearing Qin Yan's question, he said aggrievedly, "It's okay."

Seeing this, Qin Yan couldn't help being surprised.

It is a miracle that Song Jingming can hold back from chatting in private.

However, he has never been interested in Song Jingming's gossip, and now that his ears can be quiet for a while, he will not take the initiative to provoke the topic.

Song Jingming still hoped that he could ask a few more questions, but seeing that he ignored him, he gritted his teeth and squeezed the marinated chicken wing roots so that the juice splashed everywhere.

Han Feng splashed a few drops of sauce on his body, and said "Oops", "Jingming, how old are you, you still play at such an age!"

Song Jingming just came back to his senses, and coughed lowly: "Then what, I'll loosen the flesh, so it's easier to wear."

Han Feng was dubious.

Song Jingming quickly changed the subject, and said to Jian Xue: "By the way, Xiaoxue has been bored at home recently. Go to the company to report tomorrow. I'll ask your agent to come and pick you up."

Jian Xue was pleasantly surprised: "Can I go out tomorrow!"

Seeing her charming appearance with shining eyes, Song Jingming smiled: "Of course, I can't let you stay at home all the time."

After the official interview was sent out, it appeared on countless news channels that day, causing heated discussions. Seeing that the fat had been eaten by others, the media from all walks of life finally stopped. Let everything go clean, no longer determined to force Jian Xue to show up.

Taking advantage of the current popularity and positive image, it is the most suitable time for Jian Xue to accept the notification. Maybe it will be a blessing in disguise, so take advantage of this opportunity to rush forward.

These, Song Jingming had already planned for Jian Xue.

Jian Xue didn't understand the deep meaning of this, but she heard that she would be liberated tomorrow, so she smiled at Han Feng, "Dad, I'm going to work tomorrow!"

Han Feng also smiled: "Okay, good work!"

They chatted together.

Fu Yueting fiddled with the mushrooms with his head down, looking absent-minded.

Qin Yan accidentally saw his movements: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Fu Yueting turned to look at him, and then said, "It's just that I have never cooked such a dish before."

Qin Yan understood.

Fu Yueting was born in a wealthy family, and he took over Fu's group with thunderous means. It is rare to be able to enter the kitchen, let alone this kind of picnic-like barbecue. Even if you have tried it, you will not make it from scratch.

In fact, Qin Yan was a little surprised that he would stay and help today.

Qin Yan said: "If you feel bored, you can go back and rest first—"

"I didn't feel bored." Before the voice fell, Fu Yueting said first, realizing that his tone might be urgent, he added, "I think it's very interesting."

What he didn't say was that if he had the opportunity to get along like this, even if it was just sitting and chatting, he wouldn't feel bored from morning till night.

Qin Yan didn't hear the words Fu Yueting deliberately suppressed in his heart, and only said: "That's good."

He still finds it interesting to do these boring things, and he only regards it as Fu Yueting's newness to unknown things.

Including the morning lottery too.

It seems that the longer he knows Fu Yueting, the more he finds that Fu Yueting is very different from the heir of the Fu family he has known in the past.

One thing is most different.

That is Fu Yueting sitting next to him, who is a real person.

"Hey, what are you two whispering?" Song Jingming couldn't stand it anymore, he couldn't bear it anymore, and finally said, "If you have something to say, let's talk together!"

Qin Yan turned to look at him.

Song Jingming: "...Am I wrong?"

Coincidentally, his cell phone rang suddenly, and he hurriedly took off his gloves to answer it.

Without saying a word on the other side of the phone, he covered the microphone and smiled: "The cold beer I ordered has arrived!"

Han Feng asked, "Where is it? I'll move it."

"You don't need to move it." Song Jingming waved to him, "You forgot, there is a door here, let him deliver it directly."

While talking with the delivery man, he walked to the door, opened the automatic door with the manual gear, then hung up the phone and turned around, "There is no beer on the barbecue, doesn't that mean there is no food?"

As he was talking, the delivery pickup truck had arrived, and the car slowly backed up. The delivery man got out of the car and trotted to unload ten boxes of goods. After paying with Song Jingming, he trotted into the car and left.

There are ice packs piled up in all ten boxes, and there is absolutely no problem in freezing them until night.

Song Jingming piled it all aside before turning back.

At this time, he was hooked by the glutton, and finally he stopped focusing on Qin Yan and Fu Yueting, and turned his attention to processing the ingredients.

After that, he actively helped Han Feng get everything done, and he took the initiative to ask Ying to start a fire, but after half an hour, there was no flame, and Han Feng ruthlessly dismissed him.

Being deprived of the right to start a fire, Song Jingming had no choice but to walk to Qin Yan's side in resentment.

"Where's Mr. Fu?"

"He got something on him, go back and change." Qin Yan raised his wrist to look at his watch, "Should be back soon."

Song Jingming curled his lips: "Don't you still have to take a bath at night? Why waste this time?"

Qin Yan still looked at Han Feng's busy back: "What's the matter?"

Song Jingming peeked at him, with mixed thoughts: "What can I do."

In the yard, a thick puff of smoke was pouring out of the barbecue grill.

Charcoal, which hadn’t moved just now, finally had the shadow of the fire after changing people. Han Feng signaled Jian Xue to continue blowing at it with a small fan, squinting and swinging in it with the tongs. The thick smoke just rose a short distance away. It scattered into strands and drifted away in all directions, flooding half of the garden in an instant.

Song Jingming also watched the father and daughter busy. After a while, he looked at Qin Yan again, and couldn't help but said, "Actually, there is something wrong."

Qin Yan thought it was a matter of Fu Yingzhe's side, so he didn't care: "Yes."

Song Jingming said, "Well, you and Fu Yueting..."

Hearing Fu Yueting's name, Qin Yan withdrew his gaze and turned to look at him.

Meeting his eyes, Song Jingming's eyelids twitched.

Qin Yan said: "What do you want to say?"

Song Jingming laughed dryly, and chose to insinuate: "I just want to say that you and Mr. Fu have a very good relationship."

Qin Yan's eyes moved slightly, and he only said, "He's easy to get along with."

Song Jingming couldn't comprehend this point.

But he still laughed dryly, but suddenly remembered what happened when he went to Fu's before, and then thought of Fu Yueting's assistant Zhang Fu, subconsciously said: "There is still corporate culture here?"

"what?"

"Oh nothing." Song Jingming came to his senses, thought for a while, and said to Qin Yan, "I'm thinking of Zhang Fu."

Qin Yan couldn't understand why he suddenly mentioned this person at this moment: "Assistant Zhang?"

Song Jingming secretly looked at Qin Yan's expression: "I think Zhang Fu seems to like men."

Qin Yan frowned slightly: "What nonsense."

"I just feel it, and I didn't say that he really is." Song Jingming saw that he was not imagining the reaction, he was relieved, and said casually, "Besides, even if he is really so what, if you like men, let's put it today. Nothing weird."

The nick between Qin Yan's eyebrows eased slightly, but did not heal.

In the past two days, it seems that questions related to this topic have appeared too many times, making it difficult for him not to pay attention.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Jingming bumped his shoulder: "Why, do you still have an opinion on this?"

Qin Yan glanced at him.

Song Jingming shrugged: "I admit, I think it's a bit strange, but as long as it's not my business, it doesn't matter who they like."

Qin Yan and Song Jingming were not thinking about the same thing.

But before he could speak, Song Jingming approached like a thief again, and asked distressedly: "Speaking of which, what would you do if a man fell in love with you?"

Qin Yan said lightly: "I don't make meaningless assumptions."

"Don't think so." Song Jingming was distressed that he seemed to be attracted by Zhang Fu, and wanted to hear Qin Yan's opinion. Seeing that Qin Yan didn't care at all, he tried to illustrate, "For example, if Fu Yueting fell in love with you—— "

Hearing this, Qin Yan looked at him again, his deep eyes darkened.

Song Jingming was halfway through speaking, but his eyes swept over him, and he lost more than half of his confidence: "——what will you do?"

"What do you mean?"

Hearing this familiar voice, the guilty Song Jingming shuddered violently.

He hurriedly looked back and saw Fu Yueting walking slowly.

Not a hallucination!

It's terrible, I don't know how much Fu Yueting heard just now.

Song Jingming looked at Qin Yan with a stiff face, asking for help.

Seeing his expression, Fu Yueting also looked at Qin Yan: "Why, isn't my timing right?"

Qin Yan said, "No."

He saw that Fu Yueting came back with a change of clothes. The off-white fabric looked very soft, which was quite different from Fu Yueting's temperament. It brought out a gentle but strange harmony, and his stern face faded a bit.

Song Jingming didn't notice Fu Yueting's clothes, he just nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, what did Mr. Fu say!"

Fu Yueting originally didn't intend to ask any more questions, but Song Jingming's behavior was too abnormal, so he asked, "Then what are you talking about?"

Song Jingming immediately shut up.

Qin Yan said: "Jingming asked me what I think about liking men."

Song Jingming: "..."

He wished he could dig out the unbelief that had rushed into Tianling Gai and show it to Qin Yan.

Brother, did you just say that? ?

Qin Yan didn't think there was anything worth hiding about this matter.

Neither of them noticed.

Hearing these words, Fu Yueting's eyes were filled with regret bit by bit.

He glanced at the way he had come.

Is it too late to go back now?