Chapter 228 Yun Zheng is also allergic to mangoes
Yun Zheng looked at the old man's red eyes, her heart softened, and she reached out to take the velvet box.
"Thank you, Grandpa. We'll take it."
Fu Linghe frowned slightly when he saw this, but ultimately did not stop him.
"That's right!" The old man smiled brightly, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out. "You must come tomorrow night. I'm waiting for you two."
"By the way, little girl, I haven't asked you what your name is yet." Old Master Mo looked at Yun Zheng kindly.
Ha! With his acting skills, it would be a shame if he didn't enter the entertainment industry!
"My name is Yun Zheng, Yun for cloud and Zheng for kite." Yun Zheng replied with a smile.
"Yun Zheng, what a nice name. Can I call you Zheng Zheng?"
Yun Zheng smiled and nodded, "Okay."
"Zheng Zheng, do you and your husband have any dietary restrictions? I can have someone prepare food according to your tastes."
Yun Zheng glanced at Fu Linghe beside her before saying, "Grandpa, I'm allergic to mangoes, but I don't have any other dietary restrictions."
The old man's hands suddenly trembled slightly, and a hint of shock and ecstasy flashed in his cloudy eyes.
But it only took a moment to hide all the emotions in my heart.
Mango allergy - this is a genetic trait unique to the Mohist bloodline!
Their whole family is!
He suppressed his inner excitement, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably. "Okay... okay, I'll remember that."
Fu Linghe calmly put his arm around Yun Zheng's waist and said, "It's getting late, and we have plans."
"Okay, okay, you guys get busy." The old man took two steps back tactfully and said kindly, "See you tomorrow."
"Goodbye, Grandpa." Yun Zheng politely greeted Mr. Mo before letting Fu Linghe embrace her and leave.
Fu Linghe's brows were tightly furrowed, and he didn't say a word to Yun Zheng along the way.
He didn't even notice when he got to the car, he was so absent-minded.
"Fu Linghe..." Yun Zheng noticed that something was wrong with him, reached out and pulled his sleeve, and called him softly.
"What's wrong, Zheng Zheng?" Fu Linghe quickly came to his senses when he heard Yun Zheng's voice. He turned his head to look at her and asked softly.
Yun Zheng glanced at the black Cullinan next to her and asked, "Aren't you driving?"
Fu Linghe then realized that he had been lost in thought for a long time. "Drive, get in the car."
He quickly opened the passenger door and carefully helped Yun Zheng into the car.
Yun Zheng sat in the passenger seat, fastened her seat belt, and waited for Fu Linghe to get in the car.
He drove around and got into the car from that side, his slender fingers resting on the steering wheel, the emotion in his eyes a little hard to understand.
"Fu Linghe..., what's wrong with you?" Yun Zheng turned her head to look at the man beside her and asked tentatively, "Is it because of tomorrow's birthday party?"
Yun Zheng knew that her guess was definitely correct. Fu Linghe had been in a bad mood ever since he met the old man.
"If you don't want to go, we can choose not to go." Yun Zheng looked at him seriously, without any intention of joking.
Fu Linghe turned his face to the side, and a gentle smile appeared in his deep eyes.
He reached out and gently rubbed the top of Yun Zheng's head. "It's okay, don't let your imagination run wild. I was just lost in thought."
The soft touch of her hair between his fingertips relaxed his tense nerves a little.
"How about you," he said, naturally withdrawing his hand and turning the car key to start the engine, "Would you like to try the specialties of Country A? I heard there's a very good local restaurant in the Central Square."
Yun Zheng blinked, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes.
She keenly noticed that Fu Linghe was trying to change the subject, but she still followed his words and continued, "Okay, I'm hungry."
She lowered her head and fiddled with the clasp of the velvet box. The metal made a slight clicking sound. "But..."
"Hmm?" Fu Linghe turned the steering wheel and drove into the main road. The afterglow of the setting sun flowed through the car window onto his well-defined profile.
"This..." Yun Zheng opened the box and looked down at the peace locket inside, which shone with a warm luster in the twilight. "I feel... it's too precious."
She gently touched the cool jade face with her fingers, and it felt like pebbles soaked in spring water.
Fu Linghe caught a glimpse of the green color out of the corner of his eye, his eyes darkened, and his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly.
"Put it away for now." His voice was a little hoarse, but then he changed to a relaxed tone, "There's a dessert shop around the corner. Do you want to try their signature soufflé? If you want to try it, I'll make a reservation in advance, otherwise the wait will be a bit long."
Yun Zheng closed the box and keenly caught the unnaturalness in his tone.
She put the velvet box into her bag and suddenly leaned closer to him, reaching out to pull his tie and pulling him closer. "Fu Linghe."
"What's wrong?" He was startled by the sudden approach, and a faint scent of jasmine lingered at his nose.
Fu Linghe was forced to meet Yun Zheng's gaze, his Adam's apple rolled slightly and his eyes were slightly evasive.
Yun Zheng looked straight at him, her voice light but firm, "Are you hiding something from me again?"
The air in the car seemed to stagnate for a moment.
Fu Linghe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then she curled up a helpless smile.
He raised his hand and pinched Yun Zheng's cheek, his tone doting and teasing, "Mrs. Fu is getting more and more powerful now. She even tortures me for a moment when I'm distracted?"
His fingertips were warm, and when they brushed against her cheek, they left a calloused feeling.
Yun Zheng's ears felt hot from his sudden intimacy, but she still stubbornly held on to his tie.
"The company's project encountered some problems." Fu Linghe pecked her on the lips and calmly pulled back his tie while she was stunned. "But it's been resolved."
Yun Zheng sat back in her seat doubtfully, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the seat belt.
The setting sun shone through the skylight onto her hair, dyeing a few strands of hair amber.
She looked at Fu Linghe's perfect profile and always felt that the smile at the corner of his mouth did not reach his eyes.
The couple both understood each other tacitly and no one spoke.
Soon they arrived at the restaurant that Fu Linghe had booked.
The car slowly stopped in front of a single-family building full of exotic style, and warm yellow light shone through the hollow carved iron window frames.
Fu Linghe walked around to the passenger seat and opened the door for Yun Zheng. The night breeze, carrying a faint scent of spices, blew through the ends of her hair.
"Be careful with the steps." His warm palm rested on her waist. Yun Zheng stepped onto the steps covered with colorful mosaic tiles, and her skirt swept across the blooming bougainvillea flowers on both sides.
The interior of the restaurant is a different world. Several wooden dining tables are scattered in the central courtyard, and overhead are hanging copper lanterns, swaying gently in the breeze.
The waiter led them to a semi-enclosed booth with velvet curtains drawn on both sides, allowing them to see the small fountain in the center of the courtyard.
"This is the traditional 'Starlight Seat' of Country A." Fu Linghe took the gold-plated menu handed to him by the waiter and tapped the rim of the glass in front of Yun Zheng with his fingertips. Tiny fluorescent lights suddenly floated up from the bottom of the glass, like a handful of stars.
Yun Zheng looked at the faint light flowing in the cup in amazement, and when she looked up, she found that Fu Linghe had raised his cell phone.
Her eyes in the camera were reflected with tiny spots of light, and her hair was still stained with the lavender petals that had fallen when she walked through the flowers just now.
"Don't move." He suddenly stood up, his slender fingers brushing her temples, and while taking off the petal, he tucked her hair behind her ear.
The cell phone shutter clicked softly, freezing the moment her eyelashes trembled.
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