Fu Yunjian collected his emotions, opened his mobile wechat, and sent Liang Xiao all the photos of Yan Xiaosui.
Liang Xiao seemed to be impatient. He clicked one by one, looked at it for a while, and then slid to the next one. Looking at little Laurie's pink face, he couldn't give up his eyes.
He knew the woman was lying to her.
Seeing Liang Xiao's "crazy father" look, Fu Yun tutted, "what's the use of just looking at photos? Why don't you come to see real people? Since it's your daughter, don't grab it?"
Liang Xiao was silent for a moment before shaking his head, "I have a lot to deal with now, and I can't take care of my children."
Fu Yunchen asked no more questions.
Soon, the waiter opened the door and filed in, placing plates of dishes on the glass turntable, while Liang Xiao was still looking at the photos of Yan Xiaosui.
He also asked Fu Yunjian, "does she have two small pear vortices when she smiles? They are very cute."
"Yes." Inexplicably, Fu Yun's heart sank again.
Seconds put away that gloomy expression, and the man glanced at Liang Xiao coldly, "but it's not cute. She's simply a slave owner. She did something wrong herself and was punished to clean the living room, but she cried out for injustice and asked my son to wipe the floor for her.
The wine Fu Yunchen just drank gushed out, unbelievable, "how dare she lie in the trough? I can't bear to bully my nephew. No, President Liang, you have to discipline your daughter well. How can fart older children bully people? My nephew is already poor..."
Liang Xiao heard the words, and his placid eyes flashed a shallow smile.
This is quite similar to that woman.
Liang Xiao handed an invitation letter to Fu Yunjian and said, "at the beginning of next month, yundun club in Beijing will hold a high-level dinner. It is said that the mother-in-law of the host, General Manager Gao, is the teacher-in-law of the masked chef. In order to make the dinner a great success, general manager Gao asked his mother-in-law to send an email to the chef and invite her to cook dinner."
"I think it's impossible for the chef not to go at the invitation of Shiniang herself." Liang Xiao said, "I know you've been looking for a chef. This is an opportunity."
Fu Yunjian stared at the invitation for a few seconds and quickly accepted, "thank you."
"We have nothing to be polite about." Liang Xiao said so, but the next second he asked, "if you go to see your son again, take some pictures of that child for me."
“……”
At this time, the private room door was knocked, and the private room manager came in.
"Mr. Fu, I'm disturbing you." The manager of the private room came to Fu Yunjian, and his face was a little embarrassed. "President Feng of Mengshan technology came to us for dinner, and the dishes were all served, but President Feng ate a few mouthfuls, but his face changed slightly, saying that the taste was different from that of the last time."
"Don't you eat if it's different?" Fu Yunchen wondered, "I've eaten all the dishes in the hotel, and the cook can do it. Besides, the dishes are all finished."
The manager of the private room said, "yes, but Mr. Feng said that he received important partners and wanted to eat the food cooked by the cook, but the kitchen before and after it was under the control of the banquet manager..."
Which cook did Feng Zong eat last time? He doesn't know!
"Eat slowly, and I'll do something." Fu Yunjian said to Liang Xiao, pushed aside his chair and got up, "take me to President Feng's private room."
"Yes."
"Mr. Liang eats slowly. I'll pay." Fu Yunchen said, and hurried to follow up.
After arriving at Mr. Feng's private room, the manager of the private room found Mr. Feng and whispered a few words. Mr. Feng learned that Fu Yunjian had come to find him in person and hurried out of the private room.
"General manager Fu." Mr. Feng said hello to Fu Yunjian, "it's just a small matter. I'm sorry to disturb you."