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Chapter 348 The Satisfied Mr. Fu

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Afterwards, Tang Xi'en pushed Fu Shiyu away angrily, and protested dissatisfiedly: "So you pretended to be asleep?!"

"No, I'm just secretly watching when the Lion King wakes up."

Tang Xi'en, who once declared himself the king of the deep forest and a lion because Fu Shiyu didn't let him eat meat: "..."

Seeing that he was still joking, Tang Xi'en knew that his nerves had relaxed, and he felt a little more relaxed, so he kicked him with his feet huddled under the quilt: "I'm starving to death, get up and cook for me."

Fu Shiyu got up immediately, picked up the trousers and T-shirt that were thrown on the stool at the end of the bed, and put them on: "What do you want to eat?"

Tang Xi'en was full of sleep at this time, his body was not bad enough to sleep, all functions recovered, and his mouth began to feel hungry.She thought about it seriously for a while, and said, "I want to eat hot pot!"

Fu Shiyu glanced at the decorative clock on the table: "It's past eleven o'clock, and many of the restaurants below are closed."

"Go to Xinjiekou Everbright City!"

"where?"

"Did you forget the restaurant where we ate sheep and scorpions together for the first time?"

Fu Shiyu suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his stomach.

How could he forget.

That time, because he went to eat sheep and scorpions with Tang Xi'en, he had a stomach ailment that he hadn't had for a long time. He also developed a high fever, and his vitality was severely injured. It took him several days to recover.

So much so that when Tang Xien mentioned that matter and that restaurant, he felt a physical stomachache.

But when he saw her excited appearance, he couldn't bear to defeat her, so he ignored his stomachache and said cheerfully: "Okay! Get up and change clothes, let's go right away!"

"Okay! You can eat the sheep and scorpion hot pot!" Tang Xien threw himself to the end of the bed happily, and leaned on the back of Fu Shiyu who was sitting on the stool at the end of the bed, "You carry him to the cloakroom..."

Fu Shiyu stood up and carried Tang Xien on his back: "Okay!"

Tang Xien giggled on his back, twisted his ears as a steering wheel: "Take off!"

Both of them put on sportswear and long down jackets to wrap their bodies tightly, because at this time in city B, it was almost 0 degrees in the early morning and it was very cold.

The car drove out of the basement and merged into the main road in the early morning.

There was no one on the road, so Fu Shiyu drove towards the old city, and said with a smile, "I haven't been there for a long time, and I kind of forgot how to get there. You can turn on the navigation."

"Okay!" Tang Xien leaned over and set the destination on the central control touch screen, "It's been more than two years since the last time I went... Oh, we've known each other for so long!"

"Yes. Time flies so fast." Fu Shiyu also sighed with emotion.

A popular song was playing late at night on the radio station. Fu Shiyu didn't know the name of the song, but he remembered that two years ago, when he and Tang Xien went to Xinjie to stutter Yang Xiezi, Tang Xien heard a song on the radio in the car. Eye sockets are red.

He wanted to find that song later, but found that he, who had a very poor sense of pitch, could not remember the lyrics at all, so the matter of finding the song was lost.

At this moment, the picture reappeared, and he subconsciously turned his face to look at Tang Xi'en. Seeing that she looked normal, the corners of her lips were raised, and she seemed to be in a good mood, he asked, "Last time we went to eat sheep and scorpions in the middle of the night. In the car, do you listen?" There was a song, did you cry? Do you remember what song it was?"

"Huh?" Tang Xi'en thought for a while, "I don't remember crying at that time..."

After finishing speaking, he smiled helplessly: "But if I really cried while listening to the song, I should have listened to Xu Fei's "Prose Poems Written by My Father"."

She turned on her phone, searched for this song on QQ Music, and then connected the phone to the car's Bluetooth, and the folk-style guitar accompaniment immediately flowed out through the car stereo.

"This is the text in my father's diary, this is the prose poem left by his youth... Decades later, I can't stop crying, but my father is as old as an old newspaper... "

At first glance, the style of the song and the lyrics are not particularly sad, but when the chorus part appeared, even Fu Shiyu felt blocked in his heart and his throat was choked.

"Okay, okay," he said pretending to be innocent, "it's not particularly pleasant, so don't listen to it."

Tang Xi'en smiled slightly and quit QQ Music.

Seeing that her expression was fair and there was no sign of red eyes, Fu Shiyu thought for a moment and asked, "Do you still want to find your biological father now?"

"Let's go, I've seen this matter."

Fu Shiyu sighed lightly and said nothing more.

It's good if she doesn't worry about this anymore, because Teng Zhongqian may not be able to recognize her so quickly.

If Jian Ning's case is not closed for a day, the Jian family will still believe that Tang Xi'en is a suspect. Even if the police have confirmed that she is not suspected, the Jian family will not think so.

At such a special moment, if people found out that Teng Zhongqian was Tang Xien's father, and the criminal police officer Song Ci who handled the case was also the boyfriend of Tang Xien's half-sister, then the public opinion would probably be out of control.

Fu Shiyu had no choice but to pray that the case would be settled soon.
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Now that Tang Xi'en knew that Fu Shiyu couldn't eat spicy food, he thoughtfully ordered the mandarin duck pot, which was spicy and mushroom soup.

She feasted on the spicy mutton scorpion, while Fu Shiyu ate some green vegetables, at most blanched beef and oysters.

The oysters in this restaurant are also excellent, delicious and big, which suits Fu Shiyu's appetite. Tang Xien counted, he ate at least twenty oysters in one night.

Although oysters are very nourishing, they are shellfish that are easily spoiled. Tang Xien was afraid that he would have a stomachache at night, so he persuaded him: "It's almost enough, don't eat too many oysters."

Fu Shiyu raised his eyelids and looked over: "Then you eat some? There are ten more."

"it is good."

Fu Shiyu then scalded the remaining ten oysters and scooped them into Tang Xi'en's bowl.

Tang Xi'en wasn't picky about his food, and after two or three days of starvation, his appetite increased, and the ten oysters disappeared after a while.

Seeing her eating deliciously, Fu Shiyu was satisfied.

If you can eat it, it means that you are in a good mood and mood.

As long as she eats, drinks and sleeps well, he will have no regrets.
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Tang Xi'en ate well and slept well tonight, and showed up at the law firm on time the next morning.When Bu Youran and Lin Yuruo saw her, they hurried forward to care, but she was only anxious to find Wang Yuan.

After a while, Wang Yuan came over, Tang Xi'en hurriedly called Shangbu Youran and Lin Yuruo, and the four of them had a meeting in the small conference room.

Hearing that the police now tend to believe that Jian Ning's death was accidental, Tang Xi'en naturally asked Wang Yuan to show her the evidence they found later.

After watching the dash cam images of those license plates belonging to different places, even in cities far away from city B, Tang Xien was surprised, but even more in disbelief: "These evidences are not obtained by lawyers. Who gave them?" ?”

Wang Yuan looked at her, hesitating whether to say or not.

Although Teng Zhongqian told him, don't let Tang Xi'en know about these things.But Tang Xien and him are partners, and he doesn't want to hide it from her in terms of morality and the sincere cooperation relationship.

(End of this chapter)