Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 109 Serious dating, being followed

Song Rao was surprised and said: "You actually asked for a meal in person. It seems that I am not sincere."

Fu Sicheng: "You don't need to be so polite."

"Then why don't you go up? I just made dinner."

Fu Sicheng remained silent for two seconds, and instead of answering, he drove the car: "Let's go out to eat."

Song Rao smiled and said, "Is it because Tang Wan is up there?"

If so, then don't worry about what will happen to her if Fu Sicheng suddenly comes to look for her in the future.

Fu Sicheng didn't reply, he acquiesced.It was indeed because there were outsiders, otherwise he would of course prefer to eat Song Rao's cooking.

Fu Sicheng skipped the question again and asked Song Rao, "Where are we going? What do you want to eat?"

"Hmm..." Song Rao thought for a while, and then mysteriously said to Fu Sicheng, "You're tired of eating the best delicacies from mountains and seas. I'll take you to a special place. You must have never been there before."

Seeing Song Rao, who was radiant and no longer respectful and obedient to him, the corners of Fu Sicheng's mouth raised silently: "Okay."

Song Rao took out her mobile phone: "I'll guide you. It's seven o'clock now, and it's about eight o'clock when we get there. The time is just right."

The navigation started, and the car drove out of the neighborhood. Song Rao turned his head and looked out the car window with cold eyes.

"Did you know? Tang Wan can play the piano, and even found a coffee shop to be a pianist for someone." Song Rao was looking for a topic.

"I asked Lin Li to check her identity. She is indeed an orphan and has been in many orphanages." Fu Sicheng said.

"Have you been in an orphanage?" Song Rao nodded, "It seems that she learned to play the piano in the orphanage."

A black Bentley with a special license plate kept shuttling through the bustling streets, and a black Maybach appeared in the rearview mirror.

Fu Sicheng looked at the Maybach that had been following them all the time, with a bit of sternness in his eyes.

After nearly an hour's drive, we finally arrived.

Fu Sicheng got out of the car and looked at the noisy and lively night market not far away. After a while, he looked at Song Rao beside him: "Dining here?" He asked a question.

"Don't look at the bad environment here. The food is no worse than those made by Michelin-starred chefs. I've eaten it. I promise not to lie to you. Just try it and you'll know. Let's go."

Song Rao grabbed his arm, pulled him and walked inside.

Fu Sicheng's eyes fell on the two pale hands holding his arms, and he followed Song Rao.

Gu Yang got down from the black Maybach, looked at the two intimate people in front of him, with a gloomy face, he slammed the car door hard.

At this point, the night market is in full swing, full of people.

Song Rao pulled Fu Sicheng to a small stall and said to the boss, "Boss, here are two bowls of beef noodles."

Seeing that Fu Sicheng did not sit down, Song Rao looked at her.

Before she could say anything, Fu Sicheng sat down.Song Rao smiled and said to him, "Let's eat something first, and then go shopping after eating."

Unexpectedly, after sitting down, Fu Sicheng looked around and asked her, "Who did you come here with before?"

This reminded Song Rao of the last time he watched a movie. He also asked her if she often went to the movies with others. Is this man too possessive or emotionally clean? Do you mind if she goes there?
"my brother."

Of course Song Rao wouldn't talk about Gu Yang.

Sure enough, Fu Sicheng who got the answer didn't ask any more.

The two sat in front of a small booth. Fu Sicheng was tall and long-legged, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a face that defied the sky. His temperament was incompatible with this, and everyone passing by looked at them.

Song Rao: "There are not only delicious food here, but also many interesting things you haven't seen before. I'll take you to see them later."

Fu Sicheng: "Yes."

Fu Sicheng stared at Gu Yang, who was staring at them not far away, with cold eyes, and there seemed to be a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

Within a few minutes, two bowls of delicious beef noodles were served, and Fu Sicheng looked clean.

Seeing Song Rao moving two bowls of beef noodles together and taking out his phone to take pictures, Fu Sicheng was puzzled: "What?"

(End of this chapter)