Chapter: 412
The corners of Qi Ya's mouth curled up coldly, "That's it, then don't regret it."
Lu Hanchuan heard something wrong in her words, his pupils shrank slightly, "Xiaoya, what do you want to do?"
"I don't want to do anything, Han Chuan, I'm a little tired, I want to sleep for a while, before I hang up, can you say happy birthday to me?" Qi Ya's voice was very gentle.
Lu Hanchuan suppressed the weirdness in his heart, and said to her, "Happy birthday Xiaoya."
"Thank you, and tell Ms. Fu for me, we have the same birthday, so we are so destined." After Qi Ya finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
Lu Hanchuan stared at the phone with dark eyes, the screen turned off, feeling very uneasy.
He always felt that something was wrong with Xiaoya at the end of the call, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
She shouldn't do anything stupid, right?
Thinking of this, Lu Hanchuan calmed down for the time being and continued to examine and approve the documents in his hand.
But I don't know why, as time passed, his heart became more and more restless, and he was a little restless at the same time.
"Sir." Aunt Song's voice sounded outside the door.
Lu Hanchuan closed his eyes, "What's the matter?"
"It's time to eat."
"I see." Lu Hanchuan put down his pen, got up and went to open the door.
Aunt Song smiled at him, "Sir, Madam has cooked a lot of dishes, and they all taste good to me."
"Really." Lu Hanchuan answered absently.
Aunt Song's smile froze on her face, "Sir, do you have something on your mind?"
"No, let's go." Lu Hanchuan said indifferently, and passed her downstairs.
When she came to the restaurant, Fu Xiaoyao just came out of the kitchen with a pot of soup.
She was wearing a turban on her head, an apron on her body, and some oil stains on her face, which made her look a little embarrassed.
Lu Hanchuan glanced at her, "Are you cooking or fighting?"
Fu Xiaoyao put down the soup, raised her sleeves and wiped her face casually, her movements were a bit rude, "Of course it's cooking, but it's just that I haven't done it for a long time, and it's a little rusty, but fortunately, I still made it, Han Chuan, what do you think?"
She pointed to the dishes on the table.
Lu Hanchuan looked around, raised his eyebrows slightly, "You did all of this?"
"En!" Fu Xiaoyao nodded. JrNovels.com
Lu Hanchuan heard something wrong in her words, his pupils shrank slightly, "Xiaoya, what do you want to do?"
"I don't want to do anything, Han Chuan, I'm a little tired, I want to sleep for a while, before I hang up, can you say happy birthday to me?" Qi Ya's voice was very gentle.
Lu Hanchuan suppressed the weirdness in his heart, and said to her, "Happy birthday Xiaoya."
"Thank you, and tell Ms. Fu for me, we have the same birthday, so we are so destined." After Qi Ya finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
Lu Hanchuan stared at the phone with dark eyes, the screen turned off, feeling very uneasy.
He always felt that something was wrong with Xiaoya at the end of the call, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
She shouldn't do anything stupid, right?
Thinking of this, Lu Hanchuan calmed down for the time being and continued to examine and approve the documents in his hand.
But I don't know why, as time passed, his heart became more and more restless, and he was a little restless at the same time.
"Sir." Aunt Song's voice sounded outside the door.
Lu Hanchuan closed his eyes, "What's the matter?"
"It's time to eat."
"I see." Lu Hanchuan put down his pen, got up and went to open the door.
Aunt Song smiled at him, "Sir, Madam has cooked a lot of dishes, and they all taste good to me."
"Really." Lu Hanchuan answered absently.
Aunt Song's smile froze on her face, "Sir, do you have something on your mind?"
"No, let's go." Lu Hanchuan said indifferently, and passed her downstairs.
When she came to the restaurant, Fu Xiaoyao just came out of the kitchen with a pot of soup.
She was wearing a turban on her head, an apron on her body, and some oil stains on her face, which made her look a little embarrassed.
Lu Hanchuan glanced at her, "Are you cooking or fighting?"
Fu Xiaoyao put down the soup, raised her sleeves and wiped her face casually, her movements were a bit rude, "Of course it's cooking, but it's just that I haven't done it for a long time, and it's a little rusty, but fortunately, I still made it, Han Chuan, what do you think?"
She pointed to the dishes on the table.
Lu Hanchuan looked around, raised his eyebrows slightly, "You did all of this?"
"En!" Fu Xiaoyao nodded. JrNovels.com
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