Fan Yuming looked at the waiter with a bit of sullenness, but he still asked him to say:

"Brandy, don't disturb me and her for now."

"Good sir." The waiter said politely.

After a while, the waiter left, and Fan Yuming watched Qu Yan drinking, with a worried look on his face.

"Small smoke, I know you are uncomfortable now, but drinking alcohol is not the solution."

"I know, it's just that I can't help it. I'm sorry, I originally invited you to dinner today. Did you just order?"

Qu Yan said confusedly.

Alcohol has gradually started to numb her sharp nerves, making her feel a little better.

She actually knew very well that she couldn't drink anymore now.

But the uncomfortable feeling in partiality requires a little alcohol to soothe it.

Fan Yuming shook his head. Fortunately, this bar did sell dishes, so he called the waiter and ordered two plates of pasta.

Then, he snatched the wine with a sharp eye.

"Don't drink, eat well, have you not eaten for a day today?"

"Yeah," Qu Yan admitted openly, "I only found out now that I have actually been fed up with rich clothes and jade, and I am used to the life of clothes to stretch out my hands and open my mouth. Actually, I want to do it today. Food, but in that house, I was the only one to live in, and there was no hair in the refrigerator. I thought, I’ll be hungry for a while, and I won’t die."

"I'll go shopping with you in a while, where do you live alone now?" Fan Yuming asked.

"Where else can I live? Live in my house, the one that couldn't accommodate me before, but now I realize that it still can't accommodate me. Even if there is only me in the house, it will make me angry and remind me... …Now I have died my father, my grandmother, and my sister has moved away...” Qu Yan said, and buried his head in aggrievedly between his arms.

In her heart, it is very uncomfortable now.

But she also knew that no one could help her with any resolution.

No matter how painful, she can only bear it herself.

Because of her, she is the only one.

Fan Yuming looked at her like this, stretched out his hand, landed on her shoulder, and patted comfortingly, only to realize that the bones on her shoulder were surprisingly thin.

During this time, she actually lost a lot of weight.

Previously, when she was alone in a small hotel, she could not take care of herself very much. The porridge cooked for herself was often stolen by the fat cat thief, and she was too lazy to make another one after the meal was stolen, and she was hungry. So hungry.

Over time, she naturally became thinner and thinner.

And during this time, because she has been busy with official business and has no time to be distracted, she is still getting thinner all the time.

Fan Yuming sometimes can't imagine how she can withstand such a heavy burden on her thin shoulders.

She manages two companies alone, and both companies are now at the forefront of the industry.

But what about herself?

She herself is actually astonishingly fragile.

"Small smoke...you..."

"Sir, your food is ready, can you see if there is something missing?" At this moment, the waiter who had been working quietly by the side interrupted Fan Yuming after serving the food.

Fan Yuming glanced at the waiter.

He remembered that the former waiters in this bar were not so ignorant.

However, it is also possible that it is his illusion.

After all, he only ordered two pieces of pasta. Maybe the waiter meant to ask him if he wanted thick soup or something.

So he thought for a while and said, "Nothing is missing, no recommendation."

"Okay, I wish you a pleasant meal." The waiter said, turning around, and immediately showed a look of embarrassment.

He walked to an empty corner and asked about the receiver in his ear,

"Manager, what do you do next?"

"Next, you give them desserts, and then tell them that it is the 30,000th customer in the bar and give him a free order." Another man's voice came from the hidden microphone receiver.