Fu Xiaoyao pretended not to see it, and asked calmly, "What are you talking about?"

"He said that he will help you save Qi Dongming's life before the Tang family kills him, so that you can avenge yourself." Lu Hanchuan coldly conveyed Tang Yi's words at that time.

Fu Xiaoyao smiled gratefully, "Thank you for helping me."

Lu Hanchuan snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards Fang's door.

Fu Xiaoyao got up and shouted to his back: "Are you leaving now?"

"Otherwise?" Lu Hanchuan kept walking.

"Aunt Song is cooking, let's go after lunch." Fu Xiaoyao tried to keep him.

Lu Hanchuan still refused, with a serious tone, "No, I have to watch over the Tang Corporation, I don't have time to stay, you can eat by yourself."

"Okay." Fu Xiaoyao's eyes dimmed for a moment, then she smiled understandingly, "Then be careful on the road."

"En." Lu Hanchuan nodded, and his figure disappeared at the door.

boom!

The door was closed again, Fu Xiaoyao took a long breath, went back to squat down in front of the suitcase, and continued to organize the things she brought back.

After tidying up things, Aunt Song's lunch is ready.

When Fu Xiaoyao came to the restaurant, she could smell all kinds of dishes before entering.

She took two deep breaths of the aroma, walked to the dining table, looked at the sumptuous lunch on the table, and couldn't help but wow, "Aunt Song, what a good day today? How did you make such a dish?"

Aunt Song wiped her hands and smiled, "It's specially made for you, madam. You're back, of course you have to celebrate."

It is so!

Fu Xiaoyao raised her eyebrows, a little dumbfounded, "Aunt Song, there's no need."

"There are some, sit down quickly, they are all your favorite food." Aunt Song stuffed the chopsticks into her hand, urging her to eat quickly.

Fu Xiaoyao couldn't stand the enthusiastic Aunt Song, so she had to sit down with chopsticks, and under Aunt Song's expectant gaze, she put a shrimp into her mouth.

"How is it?" Aunt Song asked, "My craftsmanship hasn't deteriorated, has it?"

Fu Xiaoyao swallowed the fear in her mouth, and replied with a smile, "No, it's delicious."

"It's good as long as it's delicious. Take your time, madam. I'll go to the kitchen to look at the soup."

"En." Fu Xiaoyao nodded in response.

Aunt Song patted her on the shoulder and went to the kitchen. JrNovels.com