The place for drinking tea is not far from the beauty club. It’s just that there are more cars on the road on weekends. So after driving for a full half an hour, Jian Ruixi followed Mr. Fu and found out that Mr. Fu hadn’t compromised. He said that drinking afternoon tea is true. Drink tea—he took her to the famous teahouse in old Beijing.
Standing in front of the gate of the antique building, Jian Ruixi didn't need to look up at the plaque. They knew what kind of tea they were going to drink. Although it was a little surprised at the beginning, but think about it, Mr. Fu usually has the style of a veteran—not a veteran cadre or not. It's okay to read the newspaper at home. Jian Ruixi didn't feel strange anymore, and took Mr. Fu's hand and entered the door.
After entering the tea house, Jian Ruixi opened his eyes again. In 8012, there was such a retro tea house. The pavilion rushed over on tiptoe to greet "Two customers, please, please". It is noisy at the moment, and the lobby is classic. Most of the square tables and wooden chairs are filled with guests. The guests are drinking melon seeds and drinking tea. What's more exciting is that on the stage in the middle, they are babbling and singing Peking opera.
Jian Ruixi is not a fancier, but she found it quite new and interesting, so Mr. Fu sat in the lobby very down-to-earth, and she had no objection. Two people had a pot of hot tea, accompanied by a few stacks of Chinese pastries, and enjoyed the performance on stage. .
During the banquet, Jian Ruixi did not forget to make fun of Fu, who would always enjoy him. He could find such a traditional and down-to-earth teahouse. He wanted to spend time here. Mr. Fu smiled and shook his head, and stretched out two fingers, indicating that he is also here for the second time.
Jian Ruixi didn't believe it. Seeing his familiarity, he was obviously an old company, ah no, an old customer. But when Mr. Fu said with some emotion, “You can only ask her for tea”, Jian Ruixi understood—probably the same mentality as her asking him for hot pot. Of course, she knew that she should choose West for dinner with Mr. Fu. Tall places, such as restaurants, have a more atmosphere and are more in line with their identity.
However, as a hardcore hot pot enthusiast, Jian Ruixi usually endures it very hard. Finally, she can indulge once or twice without being photographed. She can't wait to go to the hot pot.
More importantly, hot pot is a sacred food in Jian Ruixi's heart-it is too lonely to eat alone, and it is tasteless to eat. You must rush to eat with your friends to be satisfied. But looking through Mrs. Fu’s circle of friends, whether it’s a lady or a celebrity, who can accompany her to shabu-shabu regardless of her image
After thinking about it, only Mr. Fu can barely be Jian Ruixi's little friend, because they are still on the same stage, and they can talk about each other's topics. When eating hot pot, they will not be speechless. So Jian Ruixi planned to let Mr. Fu accompany her to cook the hot pot several times while she was still in Beijing.
Mr. Fu should be in the same mood when she invites her to drink tea. After all, in such a lively teahouse, he is too lonely to sit in it, and looks extremely pitiful; if it is to ask colleagues or business friends, the interaction between each other is itself. With a utilitarian nature, it is similar to socializing, so what else to talk about about relaxation
Thinking about it this way, the rich also have their troubles.
Jian Ruixi groaned without illness, but she was generally happy. After all, Fu always thought of taking her to the teahouse to have fun, indicating that he had a good impression of her. It seemed that her thoughts were not wrong. In fact, wealthy couples who respect each other as guests are not as good as being friends.
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With the setting of afternoon tea, Jian Ruixi enjoyed the hot pot in the evening. When she agreed in the morning, she was worried about whether it would be a wrong decision to eat hot pot with Mr. Fu. Now she feels right about her indigestion. It's more courtesy and exchanges.
After dinner, they were ready to go home. Because there was no bodyguard during the "dating" time, Mr. Fu drove himself. Of course, Jian Ruixi got in the co-pilot. Seeing that the atmosphere was good, she talked about her son along the way.
"When do you usually contact Jayce?" Jian Ruixi said unintentionally, "I wanted to make a video call with him last night, but my mother answered the phone. She said Jayce was still in class-I thought he was over. Well, is it very incompetent?"
Of course, Mrs. Fu’s incompetence is true. It does not mean that Mrs. Fu is not responsible. Yesterday, Jian Ruixi really planned to contact Jayce’s children, but Mrs. Fu talked about him on the phone and refused to say a specific time. , Made it clear that she did not want to see her contact the children.
If Mrs. Fu was here, she might have been fooled by her mother-in-law again.
Jian Ruixi doesn't understand. If Mrs. Fu is really good for the little guy, wouldn't she know that family relations have a great influence on the child's character? However, she also knew that Mrs. Fu was right not to have a head-on conflict with the wealthy mother-in-law. Her family relied on the Fu family's support to reluctantly radicalize the richest in Hong Kong. They could only pinch their noses to admit that they were not right.
Fortunately, Mr. Fu Sanguan is quite upright. In their topic about children yesterday, Jian Ruixi somewhat guessed that he was different from his parents. Mrs. Fu, they probably think that it is enough to provide a good education to the children. Family happiness is not that important. It may also be their definition of happiness. It's different from ordinary people; and Mr. Fu herself should still value the parent-child relationship. Now she wants to repair the mother-child relationship with Jayce. She is keeping up with his footsteps, and he will support it if she wants to.
Sure enough, Fu Shiyuan listened to her and pointed out without any secret: "He is practicing piano at about this time every day. You can make an appointment with him between 8 and 9 o'clock. The hour before going to bed is Jayce's fixed game time. "
It's not easy for a wealthy heir. Jian Ruixi sighed with emotion, and asked: "He hasn't gone to elementary school yet, so he has to attend so many classes every day?"
Fu Shiyuan bends his lips, smiling somewhat relieved and proud, "It's all of his own interest."
"When I was a kid, I was not so easy to learn. I would have to live to learn just to learn the piano." Jian Ruixi said in a timely manner, "It seems that your genes are better."
Jian Ruixi’s only talent before her debut was to learn piano in the Children’s Palace when she was a child. What happened is that Mrs. Fu also practiced piano since childhood, and also majored in art at university, majoring in piano. Compared to her, Mr. Fu is more versatile. Summary It means piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but the piano refers to the violin and piano, and the paintings are oil paintings. In addition, he is also proficient in three foreign languages, English, French and Japanese.
President Fu modestly said: "Jayce is more sensible than I was when I was a kid."
My own children are always the best. Jian Ruixi nodded in understanding, and then asked: "But today Saturday, he should have some free time, right?"
Fu Shiyuan glanced at the time and said, "When we get home, he should almost be free."
"Then call him back?"
Fu Shiyuan nodded, and Jian Ruixi arranged to "get an inch" and said: "You call him first, and I will show up from behind you then and give Jayce a surprise."
Jian Ruixi thought to himself, this is called "policy at the top, countermeasures at the bottom." The wealthy mother-in-law stared at her like a thief, she must have never thought that Mr. Fu would help her get through Chen Cang secretly, right
Sure enough, after returning home, Fu Shiyuan and Jayce connected to the video, and the aunt who was playing with the children got up and left very intimately, looking at them as an opportunity for their father and son.
Jian Ruixi leaned in at the right time. After seeing the cute face on the screen, she suddenly felt agitated in her heart. Turning her head, she exclaimed with a dreamy face to Mr. Fu: "My son is so handsome... My genes are okay. so good."
Fu Shiyuan:...
Half an hour ago, you didn't seem to say that