Fu Xiao didn't say much. Yi Ning was a person, not an object. She couldn't be taken away easily. She would not say anything to take her away.
After all, she still has a brother.
He poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of her, smiling, "Don't think too much."
Yi Ning held the cup with both hands, took a sip, and smiled.
Fu Xiao changed the subject and started talking about something else.
Yi Ning no longer wanted to think about it. She was already very satisfied to be able to stay in the Mu family for such a period of time.
I don’t know whether this beautiful girl in front of me will remember me after she goes home, but she will remember me forever anyway.
There is such a person.
Never complain about her eating too much.
Never look at her strangely.
Never look down on her.
But for a person like this, home is far away from here.
Home is such a nice word. Even though it is far away, some people still want to go back.
But she and her brother's home, they will never go back.
That home was so scary and depressing.
When the food was served, Fu Xiao placed three servings of rice in front of Yi Ning.
Yi Ning frowned slightly: "You won't eat any bowl?"
Fu Xiao waved his hand: "No, I'll just eat the food, you eat yours."
"How about I give you half a bowl?"
"No, I'm here just to eat vegetables,"
Seeing that she really didn't want to eat, Yi Ning lowered his head and started eating.
Seeing that she only ate rice and didn't pick up any vegetables, Fu Xiao raised his hand and put a large chopstick of vegetables into her bowl.
"I can't finish all the food, just help yourself."
The seats next to us were also gradually occupied. The atmosphere was quite good. People who ate in the hall usually did not drink.
Occasionally, there would be one or two Cantonese-speaking people talking, chatting and laughing while eating.
The two were eating quietly when they heard a familiar voice and Fu Xiao turned his head to look.
The waiter was leading a group of people inside.
It was An Yihua. There was a man standing next to him. He was wearing a gray Tang suit. He was very graceful, walked briskly, and his clothes were slightly fluttering. He was very eye-catching in the crowd.
His facial features are three-dimensional, his appearance is refined and gentle, his every move is dignified and his personality seems to be somewhat kind.
The person standing behind An Yihua had a stern temperament, delicate features, and a pair of glasses on his nose. It was Shen Xingzhou.
He was wearing a black pullover today with the high collar lifted up, probably to cover the wound on his neck. He was also wearing a black windbreaker on the outside, which made his figure look slender.
Behind them stood a few burly men in black, probably bodyguards.
Shen Xingzhou followed behind An Yihua with a calm expression, his brows and eyes looked heavy, and it was obvious that he was not very happy about today's dinner.
But when he saw the figure by the window, his cold expression suddenly brightened.
He curled his lips slightly, narrowed his upturned peach blossom eyes slightly, and a smile spread in his eyes.
An Yihua also saw Fu Xiao at this moment, smiled and nodded, then turned his head to continue talking to the man in the Tang suit: "Siyuan, thank you so much for what happened last time."
The man in the Tang suit smiled gently and said, "It's nothing."
He glanced toward the window and asked, "Whose kid is that?"
After asking, he looked away nonchalantly, as if it was just a casual question.
An Yihua said: "A good friend's niece, her surname is Fu."
The man who had originally not cared paused for a moment, and his eyes became ambiguous. He said "Oh" faintly and returned to normal.
An Yihua didn't care about it and just thought that he was a little surprised by Fu Xiao's appearance.
Although Fu Xiao is young, he already has a stunning appearance and has sent away countless people who came forward to ask questions over the years.
Shen Xingzhou behind him had an even gloomier look on his face, with a flash of coldness in his eyes.
After going upstairs to the private room, he stopped at the door and didn't go in. He nodded to An Yihua and said, "Uncle San, I won't disturb you guys to talk. Let's go eat outside."
Without waiting for him to speak, she turned and left...
"Hey, An Heng, stop..." An Yihua frowned, not understanding why he suddenly changed his expression, but still turned to look at the man next to him, and explained with a smile: "I'm afraid this kid has something urgent."
The man in Tang suit smiled and said, "You are really good to this nephew..."
An Yihua just smiled and said nothing. He poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of him. He said jokingly, "Why didn't you bring your eldest brother's Yueyue with you this time?"
The man chuckled and said, "Children are ignorant and will only bring shame to others if they come here."
"How could that be? Yueyue is such a sensible child."
The man picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said calmly: "Your nephew obviously has no intention of marriage, so don't bother yourself anymore. I won't let Yueyue go out during this period of time."
An Yihua was not surprised that he could see these things. He lowered his eyes and smiled: "What does a child like him know?"
If he could marry the daughter of the Pang family, An Heng would basically be able to walk around Hong Kong City with his own way.
By then, everything in the An family will belong to him, and the government will protect him. It can be said that he can reach the sky in one step.
Pang Siyuan narrowed his eyes and frowned: "Yi Hua, I know you are paving the way for your nephew. Although I have agreed to the marriage between the An and Pang families, I am also Yueyue's third uncle. Your nephew is cold-hearted. He will ignore the person he doesn't like even if he marries her. I can't let my child suffer this."
An Yihua raised his eyebrows: "But Yueyue seems to like An Heng very much."
"Besides, young people don't know what love is. After getting married and spending more time together, they will naturally develop feelings for each other."
"Others may be like this, but your nephew..."
Pang Siyuan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Forget it. I dare say that even if you are his third uncle, you can't influence his marriage. You should make up for it in other ways."
His good friend is really interesting. He feels sorry for his father and now he is trying his best to be nice to this boy named An Heng.
But that kid...
It's by no means an easy task.
"If you really want to arrange a marriage, choose someone else. This An Heng won't work..."
Hearing him say this, An Yihua lowered his eyes and thought.
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