Chapter 100

When he got home, Joan ran began to pack up. The servant asked for help.

"No, there aren't many things. I'll do it myself."

"Madam, are you going away?"

Qiao Anran said "well" and said, "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow."

It's already more than seven o'clock. Fu Siming hasn't come back yet. He thinks he's probably entangled in the company today

Do you want to eat the last dinner by yourself before you leave? Think about it, she really feels a little lost.

"Did Fu Siming call back? Will he come back for dinner tonight? " Qiao Anran couldn't help asking.

The servant shook his head. "I haven't received a call from my husband yet. I'm probably coming back."

As soon as the voice fell, Joan ran heard something. Did he come back.

She hurried downstairs to the door and saw Fu Siming get out of the car. The driver Xiao Wu gave him the car key and left.

He didn't lock his car. It looks like he's going out.

Qiao Anran was about to ask him. Before he could speak, he heard him say, "change your clothes and I'll take you somewhere."

"Where are you going?"

"Go and change your clothes."

Knowing this guy's temper, Joan ran returned to the room, changed her home clothes and wore a simple and generous black dress.

Fu Siming looked at her. He didn't seem dissatisfied. He said to her, "let's go."

Along the way, Joan ran endured her rampant curiosity and knew that Fu Siming would never tell her where she was going in advance.

The car stopped in front of a building. Fu Siming took her hand and took her directly to the top floor. It was a high-end air rotating western restaurant. There were only two guests except the staff.

Did Fu Siming bring her to this place for dinner? In her opinion, a restaurant without diners must taste bad!

"Mr. Fu, please." A waiter saw them and greeted them.

Fu Siming nodded, and the waiter guided them to the window seat.

After taking a seat——

"What did you bring me here for?" Qiao Anran thought that consumption in this place must not be cheap. Even if Fu Siming has more money, he can't spend wronged money, can he?

"Dinner." Fu Siming looked at her and said faintly, with an expression of "it's so obvious to ask, are you a fool".

Qiao Anran came to his ear and whispered, "there are only two of us here. Are you sure it's not expensive and terrible?"

Fu Siming looked at her speechless. After a while, he said, "I'm the one who rented the show."

As soon as the voice fell, the violin sounded in the restaurant. Joan ran heard the melody, but she didn't remember its name.

"What song is this?"

"Romance in G major."

Qiao Anran stopped talking and quietly enjoyed the beautiful music.

When she recovered, the appetizer had come up. It was a small salad. Qiao Anran took a bite and seemed to understand why Fu Siming brought her here.

"Such delicious food, business should be very good on weekdays?"

Fu Siming nodded.

"Why did you suddenly think of taking me out to dinner?" Qiao Anran said with a smile, "is it for me?"

I didn't expect to have enough to eat before I left. It's also good.

If Fu Siming knew what Joan ran was thinking at this time, he would probably regret bringing her here.

"Today is our wedding anniversary."

The man's disapproval surprised Joan ran almost spit out the food in her mouth.

She looked at him in surprise, looked at him for a long time, and asked nervously, "are you... Are you really Fu Siming?"

How could Fu Siming remember such a small thing? It's not like his style!

Perhaps seeing Qiao Anran's mind, the man added: "I didn't remember. It was Anjie who decided to set the position."

"Oh..."

Qiao Anran thought: what! Is it so hard to say a good word? It's terrible to have to tell the truth

Fu Siming left the "pot" to Anjie, but there was no problem. Anjie really reminded him of it.

A few days ago, Anjie finished reporting to him, but he didn't mean to leave.

"What do you want to say?" Fu Siming sat there, looking at the documents and waiting for him to speak.

"In a few days, it's your wife's wedding anniversary."

"So?" Fu Siming looked up at him and asked.

"Life should have a sense of ceremony. Sir, do you want to celebrate or something?"

If it had been in the past, how dare Anjie play such a joke on Fu Siming?

We all know that he was reluctant to marry Joan ran. But now it's different. It can be seen that President Fu should like this "Qiao Anran".

Fu Siming looked at him with a foxy smile and said, "very idle? Why don't I change your position? "

"No, no, no!" Anjie waved his hand again and again, "I'm very good in front of President Fu's assistant, but as an assistant, I'll remind you by the way. If you don't think so, forget it when I didn't say it. "

With that, Anjie slipped out of the office.

After Anjie left, Fu Siming thought about his words.

A sense of ceremony

So, there is what Joan Ran is looking at now.

He thought, women generally like these, don't they? They came in this way.

Looking at Joan's reaction, she should be quite satisfied with these arrangements.

The appetizer was followed by cream soup, sandwiches and steak, which all tasted good.

After a full meal, Qiao Anran thought of her wedding anniversary again, which was quite embarrassing.

Because of amnesia, I don't remember anything. How can I know that today is such a special day and I'm not prepared for anything

When he was worried, Fu Siming sitting opposite seemed to be doing magic. He didn't know where to take out a delicate box and handed it to her.

"What is this?"

"Open it." Fu Siming looked at her, then at the box and motioned her to open it.

Joan ran took the box and opened it. It was Cartier's justeun clou series necklace. The pendant was very chic, in the shape of a bent nail.

"You..." Qiao Anran wanted to say that it was too expensive, but he thought it should be a drop in the bucket for Fu Siming.

As if he could read his mind, Fu Siming said to her, "you are my wife. You deserve it."

Qiao Anran stared at him, feeling that this moment was a little untrue.

"Put it on." The man got up, walked to her side, took out the necklace from the box and wrapped it behind her.

His fingertips gently brushed away her hair, carefully wrapped the necklace around her neck, buttoned it from the back, then leaned over and stuck it to her ear and said, "OK."

Qiao Anran felt her ears itch. Then Fu Siming led her to stand up and the music switched to a soothing music. The staff who were here just now were gone, leaving only the violinist.

Fu Siming took her to the window. Joan ran looked down. She couldn't help feeling dizzy and wanted to step back.

"Don't look down, look away." Fu Siming whispered in her ear.

According to what he said, Qiao Anran could almost see the most prosperous place in Tongcheng from a distance. There are colorful lights everywhere, reflecting Tongcheng at night, which is also an embodiment of the rich nightlife in Tongcheng.

"How beautiful..." she couldn't help sighing.

Fu Siming, who was beside her, turned sideways and looked at her happy appearance with a smile.

"Sorry." Qiao Anran's smile gradually disappeared and said to Fu Siming, "you have prepared these for me with so much heart, but I... Didn't prepare anything and didn't have anything good for you."

Qiao Anran looks at Fu Siming and finds that he is also looking at her with a smile on his face. A little light came into his eyes and looked a little softer.

"You are the best."

Fu Siming gently hugged her in his arms, and her heart kept beating. It's rare to hear Fu Siming say such a moving love word.

What he said was serious, but Qiao Anran couldn't calm down.

She stayed in the restaurant very late. Later, Fu Siming took her away. She thought she was going home, but she didn't expect him to drive her to the hotel.

"Aren't we going home?" Joan ran wondered. Her luggage is still at home and she will catch the plane early tomorrow morning. She thinks this guy today is weird.

When she followed Fu Siming into the open room, she almost laughed. Under his sharp eyes, she endured it again.

A room full of pink and white balloons

Fu Siming's face was a little embarrassed. The room arranged by Anjie... Turned out to be a couple's suite.

"It's all right, it's all right, it's all right!" In order to ease his embarrassment, Qiao Anran said, "the layout is very small and fresh. I like it very much!"

"Really?" Fu Siming's eyebrows were slightly raised and he stared at the embarrassed smile on the little woman's face.

"More real than real gold and silver!" For fear that he would not believe it, Qiao Anran nodded heavily.

The moment she saw the bathroom, Joan ran couldn't laugh

Several sides of the bathroom are transparent glass, which can be seen clearly inside and outside. Only a tassel curtain is hung outside.

Fu Siming's face was not good either. He immediately took Qiao Anran to leave.

Finally, they drove home. Fu Siming's face was as black as the bottom of a pot all the way. He drove the car without saying a word. Even so, Qiao Anran can still feel a strong low pressure.

She tried to hold back her smile, which made her stomach ache.

Back in the room, Fu Siming looked dim when he saw the suitcase on the ground.

"Well... I'm going to nice tomorrow."

Fu Siming gave a slight "um" to show that he knew. Joan ran didn't know what to say. In her memory, she had never been separated from Fu Siming for so long.

This time to nice, it will take at least a week to come back. Somehow, there were several separation worries in my heart.

Fu Siming's calm made her don't know how to deal with it. He seemed not to care at all.

"At least a week." Qiao Anran added that he hoped Fu Siming could say something.

"I know." Fu Siming's expression was still indifferent and asked her, "what do you want to say?"

Qiao Anran sighed and said helplessly, "nothing. I'll take a bath. I have to go to the airport early tomorrow morning. "

She's a little stuffy. Can't this guy say a nice word?

Say "I can't bear you" and "I'll miss you"

Watching Qiao Anran enter the bathroom dejectedly, Fu Siming could not help but sip his mouth and a bad smile arose on his lips.