Chapter 533: Memory is worse than fish

Fang Ming clenched his fists and waited for a while, but there was no sign of rain outside.

He watched Chu Mu and Ding Fuqiu arrange a time and place, and then he kept wandering around in the living room.

"Do you think I should go home and change my clothes? And take a shower?"

Chu Mu scratched his head, looked at the time, and then looked at the sky outside: "Forget it, I think we should set off quickly! Otherwise it will rain and make it difficult to walk."

Fang Ming looked at the time and shouted in surprise: "It's almost forty minutes! Hurry up, let's get going!"

He said and ran out.

Chu Mu gritted his teeth, picked up the water cup, and ran out.

Chu Chang had no choice but to pick up their coats and ran out.

The clouds in the sky were dark and Chu Mu felt inexplicably nervous. She was obviously just joining in the fun.

Under Fang Ming's repeated urging, the driver arrived at the agreed location at the speed limit.

It was only 2:49 p.m. when they arrived.

Chu Mu and Ding Fuqiu met at a teahouse in the city center.

On the way here, Chu Mu asked Assistant Xiao Yu to book a private room for her. As soon as the three of them arrived, they all went to the room.

Ding Fuqiu works part-time at a nearby milk tea shop, and after her part-time job is over, she walks over here.

This teahouse is a two-story imitation antique building. The private room is on the second floor. Chu Mu can see everything on the street outside by leaning against the window.

The teahouse was built on a pedestrian street. Chu Mu looked at the door, and so did Fang Ming next to him. Until they saw a familiar figure approaching, Fang Ming stood up straight and was about to run outside, suppressing his joy.

But when his hand touched the handle, he suddenly stopped. No, no, Fuqiu didn't know he was here. If he went downstairs, Fuqiu might get angry and leave.

He turned around with a sad face: "Mumu, can you help me get Fuqiu up, please?"

[Should I tell him that I just wanted to go downstairs to pick up Ding Fuqiu? ]

"How about this, you will pay for all our consumption here, how about that?"

Fang Ming held out his hand: "Deal."

Chu Mu looked at his palm and casually slapped it with his.

"Sister, let's go together!"

Chu Mu turned around and ran to Chu Shang with a smile, took her arm, and ran out.

Most of the people who come to the teahouse are elderly people or people who come to discuss business, and a very small number of people simply love tea art.

In order to maintain the privacy of customers, the owner of the teahouse laid a thick carpet on the second floor. When you step on it, there is silence.

Even when Chu Mu was walking in the corridor, she could faintly hear her own breathing.

This is outrageous! After leaving the corridor, Chu Mu breathed a sigh of relief. She stuck out her tongue and ran to the door.

Chu Mu arrived at the door and saw Ding Fuqiu and the waiter arguing with each other at the door.

"I told you, my friend is in there!"

The waiter replied in a serious tone: "I'm sorry, miss, we only accept reservations. Can you tell me your reservation number?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Ding Fuqiu fell silent.

Chu Mu slapped his forehead.

[I forgot to give my number to Ding Fuqiu! My memory is worse than that of a fish!]

When Ding Fuqiu was about to get angry, Chu Mu hurriedly ran up, told the waiter about the situation, and brought Ding Fuqiu in.

˙The owner of this teahouse does a good job of keeping secrets, and some business owners and retired senior leaders like to come here to sit.

Chu Mu had heard his elder brother mention this teahouse several times before he remembered it and decided to set the agreed location here.

It just so happens that this place is not far from the milk tea shop where Ding Fuqiu works part-time.