Get rid of the evil husband: there is a fox at home

Although it has been a long time since I heard this voice, once I heard it, I will never forget it.

This is Shangguan Yu's voice, only his voice can be so pleasant even with only two words.

Yu Zhao pushed the door open and entered, and what he saw was an emerald green embroidered screen.

Through the thin screen, one could faintly see a person sitting by the window, and behind him stood two women.

She walked around the screen and saw Shangguan Yu slightly looking up at a lamp above his head, looking thoughtful. [

"Young Master Shangguan..."

She didn't want to keep the unhappiness in the past in her heart.

He didn't mean it, and she didn't want him to take responsibility, so there's no need to worry about this matter all the time.

So when we met again, she really only regarded him as a valued customer, a customer who could bring benefits to her restaurant.

"Who wrote the poem above?"

He seemed very interested in the poem on the lamp, still looking up.

Yu Zhao raised his head slightly, and glanced at the lantern, only to see that there was a poem on orchids written on it.

Lanye Path in the mountains, Li Taoyuan outside the city.Don't you know that people and things are quiet, and you don't feel the noise of birds singing.

"It's a man named Wang Bo..."

"Wang Bo?"

He finally moved his gaze away from the lantern.

The two beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, as if thinking about who this Wang Bo was.

Seeing this, Yuzhao said quickly, "Wang Bo is an old friend of mine, and he is not well-known, even if you say you don't know Mr. Shangguan."

In fact, she didn't know Wang Bo at all. . .

But in my mind, when writing this poem, the name suddenly appeared.

In fact, lately, she's been feeling weird.

There are many things that even she herself can't understand.

For example, when she decides to open a restaurant, she will have in her mind what the restaurant should look like.

And when she launched those dishes, the recipes of those dishes also appeared in her mind. . . [

She couldn't understand, couldn't understand where these ideas came from.

she felt. . .It was as if there was another person living inside her.