At noon she simply ate a little, and there was no lunch break, and she began to get busy again.

Until Amway got off work, she was still busy.

If the cell phone in the handbag is ringing, Song Worry in the needle embroidery does not know, it is already eight o'clock in the evening.

The ringing of the phone sounded like a reminder.

Song Worry stopped in the handle and took out his mobile phone from his bag.

She thought that it was An Gong Gong who gave her her. After all, this mobile phone, this number, was given to her by An Changgong.

When she saw that the caller ID was "my husband", she was shocked by these four words.

My husband?

This phone was not originally used by An Changgong’s woman?

"Hey..." She hesitated, and picked it up.

"Where are you?" On the other side of the phone, the man's voice was frosty, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"..." Gu Yu?

Song Wu worry was amazed.

She is not surprised by Gu Yu’s call.

Gu Yu wants to know her phone number, with his ability to do it easily.

She was surprised when she wrote his remarks as "my husband's husband"?

She suddenly thought that he had stolen her information last night.

Did he save his number at that time?

This idea made Song worry and surprised.

At the same time, the heart is like being scratched by something, and there is an unspeakable feeling.

"I am at work." Song Wuxi thought about it and replied.

"Which company?" Want to work overtime?

Song Wuyou did not want him to know that he was in Anmei Group. She did not answer and asked: "Is there something?"

When I heard these three words, Gu Yu’s look was very cold.

Is it necessary for a dead woman to have a phone call?

"we have meal together!"

She didn't come back at noon, he had no appetite.

Didn't eat dinner, he was hungry!

"..." The command of the overbearing tone is unstoppable, and the real people are uncomfortable.

Song Wuxi casually ate a little at noon, the same dinner has not eaten, and now I want to eat, the stomach is hungry and screaming.

She thought about the nearest hotel near Anmei Group and told Gu Yu the detailed address.

After forty minutes -

The western food area of ​​the second floor of Jinhua Hotel.

Song Wu wor raises his hand and cuts the steak.

The action is not rude, it can be said to be dignified and elegant.

Just... cutting the steak is not ugly, a bit clumsy.

In addition to the needle embroidery today, I accidentally got a few fingers on the needle.

Now I have a knife in one hand and a fork in one hand. When I hit the wound, it hurts a bit...

This steak is not good at all!

Song Wuxi cut a piece into his mouth, frowned, and some disgusted.

It is delicious without being cooked directly.

Sitting on the opposite side of her, she cut the steak in the dish into small pieces and looked at her.

Seeing her cut steak is awkward, he thinks she is so cute, her lips can't help but scream.

Seeing her chewing food with a disgusted expression, his whispering voice with a rare gentleness, "not good?"

"It's hard to cut and it's hard to eat." I don't know how hard it is to chew.

Gu Yu’s movement slowed down. “Since it’s hard to eat, let’s go eat something else.”

“No need.” Song Wu worry said: “The taste is not delicious, but it is not enough to eat.”

She is tired, eat it early, go back to rest early.

"Small idiots, cut steaks will not." Gu Yu said, then moved the plate that he had cut, and pulled the disk of Song Worry.

"..." Song looked at him with no worries.