Become a rival virtual lover

Song Jingming didn't expect Qin Yan to sell him out like this, and to avoid deepening the topic, he immediately interjected: "Just chatting casually when I have nothing to do!"

After speaking, he looked in Han Feng's direction and saw that the charcoal was already burning, so he hurriedly said, "Now that Mr. Fu is here, let's stop talking. It just so happens that everything is ready, let's go to the barbecue."

He just took Fu Yueting as an example just now, but Qin Yan's casual words frightened him enough, and it was impossible to guarantee that if he continued to chat, he would be exposed and offend Fu Yueting for no reason, so what was he trying to do.

So after speaking, Song Jingming laughed dryly, and walked over to the grill first.

Fu Yueting was silent.

He came at the wrong time, and it was too late to regret it.

Hearing that Song Jingming was not talking, he subconsciously turned his eyes to Qin Yan, intending to follow up on what Qin Yan said, but the topic was diverted by Song Jingming, and it was difficult for him to speak.

Qin Yan didn't notice his gaze, and only said, "Let's go."

There was nothing to hide about it, but there was also nothing to talk about.

Fu Yueting pursed his lips.

When the two came to the grill after Song Jingming, Han Feng and Jian Xue had already put on the grill, covered with various skewers. In the charcoal fire, there was a "sizzling" sound, a puff of smoke was released, and bursts of strong fragrance soon burst out.

Song Jingming immediately forgot about the episode just now, ran to the other side of Jian Xue, set up a grill pan and fried shrimp and fish on it.

Two people, one on the left and one on the right, played very energetically.

Han Feng retired, but looked at the shelves full of ingredients around him, and the ten boxes of cold beer in the corner, after thinking about it, he piled up a tray full and sent it to Fu Yueting's house for the employees up and down.

After he left, Qin Yan saw that Song Jingming and Jian Xue were roasting in style, so he turned to the long temporary table and took apart the newly bought disposable dishes.

Fu Yueting also got up to help him tidy up.

Qin Yan said: "You can go to rest first."

"It's okay. I'm not tired."

Qin Yan said: "I agreed to invite you to dinner, but I didn't expect to keep you busy from morning to night."

Fu Yueting put down the paper plate in his hand: "What's the matter, I have nothing to do today."

Seeing what Qin Yan wanted to say, he turned around and said, "I will be away from the company most of the time next week, and the signing of the contract will be postponed for a few days."

Qin Yan asked: "Business trip?"

Fu Yueting hesitated a little, but still said truthfully: "No. It's my mother's death day."

Qin Yan paused and looked at him: "Sorry."

"It's nothing." Fu Yueting said, "She passed away when I was a child."

After a brief period of silence.

Qin Yan asked: "When are you leaving?"

Fu Yueting said: "The day after tomorrow. Stay there for three days and come back."

Qin Yan nodded.

The day after tomorrow is Tuesday, and if you are away for three days, you will come back on Friday, counting Monday, a total of four days.

This period of time is just used to implement the company's charter.

Song Jingming suddenly turned around and shouted: "Old Qin, come quickly, the enoki mushroom roasted by the girl seems to be cooked! There is also my pork belly."

Hearing this, Qin Yan picked up two paper plates and walked over.

Fu Yueting took a pair of chopsticks.

Song Jingming's guilty conscience after becoming a thief hadn't passed away yet, and when he saw the two of them standing together, his heart pounded, and he asked nonchalantly, "What were you talking about just now?"

It's about Fu Yueting's privacy, Qin Yan said: "Family."

Song Jingming: "..."

Qin Yan has no heart at all.

I have been brothers for many years, and I can't see his entanglement at all.

But since he couldn't ask, he had no choice but to peek at Fu Yueting's expression while sprinkling cumin.

Seeing nothing unusual, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought about it again, even if Qin Yan was inexplicably blunt in front of Fu Yueting, it was impossible for him to say that Fu Yueting liked him in front of Fu Yueting. There's probably something wrong with my brain.

Qin Yan is not a fool, and his mind is [-]% in good shape.

Thinking of this, Song Jingming finally said with a smile, "Try how my fried pork belly is done."

Jian Xue was thin-skinned and couldn't ask such a question. After baking, she silently put the food on the plate in Qin Yan's hand, and when she heard Song Jingming's voice, she also silently considered for Qin Yan.

She said, "Brother has something in his hand, it's inconvenient."

Song Jingming took a look.

That's right, Qin Yan was holding paper plates in both hands, and there was no place to put them in front of the grill.

Fu Yueting stepped forward at this time: "I will help you."

Jian Xue was about to raise her hand to pick up the plate in Qin Yan's hand, and it was convenient for Qin Yan to take it out. Hearing Fu Yueting's opening, she guessed that he was going to pick it up, and silently withdrew her hand.

Song Jingming thought similarly to her, so he put a piece of grilled pork belly on the plate.

Then, watching helplessly, Fu Yueting picked up the piece of meat with chopsticks and brought it to Qin Yan's lips.

There is also a thoughtful reminder: "Be careful of burning."

Song Jingming: "..."

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Jian Xue was also dumbfounded.

After Qin Yan ate the sliced ​​meat, he saw the strange expressions of Song Jingming and Jian Xue: "What?"

Song Jingming came back to his senses first: "It's nothing...is it delicious?"

"good."

After saying that, Qin Yan turned to Fu Yueting and said, "Thank you."

Fu Yueting said, "You're welcome."

Song Jingming looked at them. He didn't know why. He was very heartbroken and wanted to change the subject, so he said, "Try again to see if this Flammulina velutipes is cooked."

After speaking, I wanted to slap my face.

But it was too late.

Hearing his words, Fu Yueting remained calm on the surface, but in time, he picked up a bunch of Flammulina velutipes from the plate, took off a small piece with chopsticks, rolled it up carefully, and brought it to Qin Yan.

Song Jingming watched Fu Yueting's movements the whole time, envious and envious.

He had never been fed like this in his life.

Although he really wanted to experience it, but his only rationality made him remember the reputation in the business world of the man in front of him, and then thinking that he wanted to live a few more days, he quietly swallowed the saliva that was so greedy.

Feeling aggrieved, he simply couldn't see or worry, and said to Qin Yan: "Okay, go back and sit down after you have tasted it. There is fire and smoke here. Xiaoxue and I are busy, so that you don't get too hot. uncomfortable."

There was a fan where they were standing, and when the wind blew, the heat was directed towards the front of the grill, which was really hot.

In addition to the fact that other things were not cooked yet, Qin Yan didn't wait any longer, and returned to the long table with a paper tray.

The long table was made up of three square tables, which were filled with trays, and a square table was deliberately left free, just for the five of them to sit.

When Han Feng came back, he saw that there were already two plates on the table, and he was pleasantly surprised: "Is it cooked?"

Song Jingming said, "I'm only a little familiar."

Seeing this, Han Feng walked over directly: "It's not cooked, add fire, you guys are too slow."

Song Jingming was dismissed again.

He also returned to the long table and found that Qin Yan and Fu Yueting were setting the tableware.

One by one, the tacit understanding was so great that he couldn't get in, and he felt uncomfortable watching, so he turned his head and took the knife to open the wine.

With Han Feng on the grill, the effect is indeed remarkable.

Jian Xue became a complete errand runner, helping to carry this and that. After a while, the table was full of skewers.

Han Feng finally put the squid on the table, turned on the fire, put some things that need time to roast slowly on the shelf, and said, "It's time to eat!"

Song Jingming brought over the opened boxes of beer and opened five bottles first.

The long table was crowded together, and five people sat on three sides.

Qin Yan and Fu Yueting sat on one side, Song Jingming and Jian Xue sat on the other side, and Han Feng had to hold the fire all the time, so he sat on the other side.

Song Jingming opened the wine and poured him a glass first: "Uncle Han, cool off."

The yard is open-air, and it is steamed by the heat of the barbecue. Now it is comfortable and cool to have a glass of cold beer.

Han Feng wiped the sweat from his brow, sighed, and said to everyone, "You guys too!"

Qin Yan thought of the morning, so that Fu Yueting would not be misunderstood again, so he turned to him and said, "Don't drink too much."

Fu Yueting hasn't spoken yet.

Han Feng said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you always control Yue Ting to drink, what are you afraid of drinking in your own home?"

Fu Yueting explained: "He is afraid that I will get drunk."

"What's the degree of beer, it doesn't matter if you drink it as a drink." Han Feng waved his hand, "Besides, I didn't see any accidents when I was drunk before. Just drink yours and ignore him."

Hearing his words, Song Jingming couldn't help thinking of the scene he saw at the door of Fu Yueting's bedroom in the morning, but he kept his mouth shut and didn't make a sound.

Qin Yan didn't say anything more.

In fact, even if he mentioned it again, Fu Yueting didn't plan to drink more tonight.

During this period of time, he has been drunk enough times. If he gets drunk after drinking, he is worried that Qin Yan will become suspicious.

However, it may be that Qin Yan's instruction just now aroused Han Feng's rebellious psychology. In addition, Fu Yueting never resisted drinking at the table before, so he naturally thought that Fu Yueting liked to drink, but Qin Yan refused to let Fu Yueting drink more. Woolen cloth?

At home and not outside!

So in the second half of the meal, taking advantage of Qin Yan's time to go out to answer the phone, in order to let Fu Yueting eat and drink to his heart's content, Han Feng would have a drink with Fu Yueting, and after a drink, he would say: "You can drink at ease, beer has no proof."

Excellent brainwashing effect.

Fu Yueting didn't want to refute Elder Qin Yan's face, so he had to drink a drink.

Seeing this, Song Jingming also came over to join in the fun.

The two alcoholics took turns to fight, how could Fu Yueting's drinking capacity hold up.

Han Feng was meeting Fu Yueting for an unknown number of cups, when Song Jingming saw Qin Yan coming back from the corner of his eye, he raised his fist and coughed fiercely.

Han Feng jumped up from the stool reflexively: "I'll go and see if the lamb chops are ready!"

Song Jingming also wanted to slip away, but before he had time, he sat on his seat and looked at the sky and the earth.

Qin Yan saw their abnormality at a glance, and found something was wrong when he walked to Fu Yueting's side.

"Mr. Fu?"

Seeing him, Fu Yueting reacted for a while before hiding the wine glass in his hand under the table: "I didn't drink."

Song Jingming: "..."

He was dumbfounded.

This is Fu Yueting?

Qin Yan turned to look at him: "You know he's not a good drinker."

Song Jingming's eyelids twitched wildly, and he raised his hand to cover his face, pretending to scratch his head.

Qin Yan looked away, then looked back at Fu Yueting: "How do you feel?"

Fu Yueting intuitively felt that the voice was far away in the sky, so he just tried his best to sit upright: "I'm not drunk."

Qin Yan glanced at Song Jingming again.

Song Jingming scratched his head again, feeling very wronged.

It was clearly Uncle Han's fault, but he was left to be punished.

And he didn't know that Fu Yueting could drink so badly that he would get drunk even after drinking beer.

Before he finished thinking, he saw the wine bottle tilted under his feet, so he hurriedly raised his foot and kicked it in.

Qin Yan had already turned to ask Fu Yueting: "Do you want to go back and rest, or sit for a while?"

"Why go back so early!" Before Fu Yueting could speak, Han Feng brought the grilled lamb chops, "Leave after eating!"

The surface of the lamb chops was covered with a layer of sauce, and the oil was still trembling slightly. Han Feng cut them into slices. The outside was crispy and the inside was tender, and the aroma was so delicious that it tantalized the taste buds. Song Jingming salivated when he saw it. He quickly put on his gloves and reached out to grab the lamb chops. Two, one for Jian Xue, and the other is already in her mouth.

Han Feng specially picked a piece for Fu Yueting.

Fu Yueting picked up the chopsticks, and his hands stopped in mid-air for a long time, but he didn't move.

Han Feng bumped into Qin Yan.

Qin Yan saw it and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Fu Yueting looked at him, pursed his thin lips slightly, paused, and then whispered: "The bones are not picked."

Hearing this, Qin Yan casually took the meat cutting knife from the tray and helped him cut off the meat from the bones one by one.

Fu Yueting just picked up a piece, but when he handed it to his lips, he stopped again.

Qin Yan asked again: "Don't like it?"

Fu Yueting looked at him again: "Will it be hot?"

Qin Yan picked up a piece of chopsticks, tasted it and said to him, "It's not hot."

Song Jingming sat across from the two of them.

Looking at it, he looked down at the lamb chops with a few tooth marks in his hand.

Suddenly it doesn't smell good...