At noon, she only ate a little, without a lunch break, and started to get busy again.
She was still busy until Anmei Group got off work.
If it wasn't for the phone in the handbag ringing, Song Wuyou, who was doing needlework, wouldn't even know that it was already eight o'clock in the evening.
The cell phone rings like a reminder to keep ringing.
Song Wuyou stopped what he was doing and took out his phone from his bag.
She thought it was An Changgong who called her. After all, this phone and this number were all given to her by An Changgong.
When she saw "my husband" on the caller ID, she was taken aback by these four words.
My husband
Couldn't this phone be used by An Changgong's woman
"Hello..." She hesitated for a moment, but still answered.
"Where are you?" On the other side of the phone, the man's voice was as cold as ice. Hearing it, one couldn't help but feel shivering down the spine.
"..." Gu Yanhao
Song Wuyou was surprised.
She wasn't surprised by Gu Yanhao's call.
Gu Yanhao wanted to know her phone number, and with his ability, it was easy.
She was surprised, when did she write his note as "my husband's"
It suddenly occurred to her that he peeked at her information last night.
Did he save his number at that time
This thought surprised Song Wuyou again.
At the same time, the heart seemed to be scratched by something, and there was an indescribable feeling.
"I'm at work." Song Wuyou thought for a while and replied.
"Which company?" Want to work overtime
Song Wuyou didn't want him to know that she was in Anmei Group, so she asked without answering, "Is there something wrong?"
Hearing these three words, Gu Yanhao's expression was extremely cold.
Does the dead woman have to have something to call
"we have meal together!"
She didn't come back at noon, and he had no appetite at all.
He didn't eat dinner again, he was hungry!
"..." The order's domineering tone is undeniable, and the real person makes people uncomfortable.
Song Wuyou ate a little casually at noon, and he didn't even eat dinner. Now that he thought about what to eat, his stomach was so hungry that he was rumbling.
She thought about the nearest hotel near Anmei Group before telling Gu Yanhao the detailed address.
Forty minutes later—
The western food area on the second floor of Jinhua Hotel.
Song Wuyou raised his feet and raised his hands to cut the steak.
The movements are not rude, but also dignified and elegant.
It's just... cutting the steak seems awkward and clumsy.
In addition, when I was doing needlework today, I accidentally pricked my fingers several times with needles.
Now I hold a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, and when I touch the wound, it hurts...
This steak is not good at all!
Song Wuyou cut a piece and put it in his mouth, frowned, a little disgusted.
It tastes delicious when it is not cooked directly.
Gu Yanhao, who was sitting opposite her, quickly cut the steak on the plate into small pieces, while watching her.
Seeing her clumsy chopping movements, he thought she was cute like this, and couldn't help but curl her lips.
Seeing her chewing food with a disgusted expression, his low voice had a rare tenderness, "Isn't it delicious?"
"It's hard to cut and hard to eat." I don't know how hard it is to chew.
Gu Yanhao slowed down, "Since it's unpalatable, let's eat something else."
"No need." Song Wuyou said, "Although the taste is not delicious, it's not too bad to eat."
She was tired, so she finished her meal early and went back to rest early.
"Little idiot, you can't even cut steak." Gu Haoyan said, then moved the plate she had cut over, and pulled Song Wuyou's plate over.
"..." Song Wuyou looked at him in surprise.