Chapter 33 Shura Field Again

Song Yu got off school and went to find Tang Ming's car as usual. Unexpectedly, he saw Tan Huairong in the back seat as soon as he got in the car.

"Why are you free to come here today?"

"On the way."

Tan Huairong didn't even raise his head, tapping his fingers quickly on the tablet.

It looks like he is busy at work.

Song Yu wisely did not disturb him and shut up and stopped talking.

But Tang Ming in the front row really wanted to talk!

Whoever happened to drop by, he clearly came here on purpose!

But if he said it, he would probably lose his job immediately, so he could only continue to be a driving machine with an expressionless face.

Song Yu was scrolling through short videos boredly, and couldn't help laughing when he saw something funny.

Suddenly a text message popped up at the top of the screen, followed by seven or eight frantic outputs.

[We tied for first place with the group next door! 】

[If I go, then we will get a bonus? 】

[Where is Miss Song? Why don’t you pay attention at all? 】

…

"I'll go, it's real or fake!"

Song Yu suddenly became excited and blurted out after seeing the news.

Tan Huairong, who was sitting next to him, was startled by her sudden movements, his face turned livid, "Song Yu!"

"Ahem, sorry, I didn't mean it."

Song Yu apologized quietly, then put on headphones and started chatting in the group.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up. After all, she had been busy for a month, and now she finally got her reward. How could it not be exciting?

Tan Huairong frowned and stared at her, seeing that she seemed to have been chatting with someone.

Who are you talking to so enthusiastically?

Tan Huairong was in an inexplicably bad mood, and he couldn't stand watching on his tablet, so he simply closed his eyes and began to rest.

He attributed the reason to being unhappy because Song Yu interrupted his train of thought.

The three of them had agreed before that after receiving the prize, they would go out for a nice meal together.

After some discussion, they decided to go there tonight, and Ji Xifeng decided on the restaurant.

But Song Yu thought of having to massage Tan Huairong's shoulders, so he set the meal time to nine o'clock.

By the time they got home, there were still more than three hours until nine o'clock, so half an hour of shoulder-pressing time was enough.

Song Yu's little plan was making a sound, but Tan Huairong was very unhappy now, how could he let her get her wish.

"Sir, Miss Song said she won't eat tonight, so she asked me to prepare your portion." Zhang Ma said in a routine manner.

Tan Huairong hummed and returned to the room after finishing the meal.

Song Yu, who was in the opposite room, heard the noise and knocked on the door with his cell phone.

"Enter."

Song Yu opened the door carefully and walked in. She thought that after Tan Huairong fell asleep, she could go out to have dinner with He Anle and the others, and the curve of her mouth never dropped.

"What makes you so happy?" Tan Huairong couldn't help but ask.

Song Yu, "Oh, it's okay. Let's do it for half an hour today, too?"

Tan Huairong naturally didn't believe her words and looked her up and down.

After a while, he said, "I still have some work to do, so I'll do it later."

The smile on Song Yu's face froze, and after a few seconds of silence, he persuaded, "Just now, I happen to be full of energy now."

While talking, he also did a few warm-up moves.

Tan Huairong's mouth twitched, and he realized that this little woman was really stupid.

I can't hide anything on my mind, I just write it all on my face.

"I have to be busy now." He said with a straight face.

Song Yu was discouraged and walked out with his head hanging down.

In desperation, she wanted to ask He Anle if they could change the time, but they had already made preparations early.

If you want to change the time now, you won't kill yourself.

Time passed by minute by minute, and it was already eight o'clock in the blink of an eye.

Song Yu's stomach was growling, and she was heartbroken and ran over to knock on the door again.

Seeing that Tan Huairong was still busy working, he sighed, "How about you do it while I'm busy?"

"What are you doing tonight?" Tan Huairong glanced at her for a while and asked casually.

Song Yu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Then you go and do your work first."

Hearing this, Song Yu couldn't believe his ears.

Since when did a turtle-haired man become so easy to talk to?

"okay."

Song Yu smiled and ran out of the room immediately, fearing that the man would regret it.

After she left, Tan Huairong called Tang Ming.

"Follow her and see where she goes."

Fifteen minutes later, a text message was sent to his phone.

[In Ping An Restaurant, with Master Ji. 】

Master Ji...Ji Xifeng?

There seems to be such a person in Tan Huairong's mind. He must be classmate Song Yu.

Going out to dinner so late?

Talk about how Huairong feels like he has a green head. Although he doesn't want to interfere in the little woman's private life, he doesn't allow himself to be green!

His finger slid lightly on the screen and suddenly stopped.

"Help me make an appointment with Xi Sihai from Haier Company to have dinner. Do you know how to arrange it?"

After Tan Huairong sent a voice message, he put down his cell phone, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then changed into a navy blue suit.

…

Song Yu was already thankful that he arrived at the restaurant before nine o'clock, but he didn't expect that He Anle hadn't come yet.

She was wearing a pink suspender skirt and holding a satchel in her hand. Her skin looked particularly white under the light.

"Song Yu, here!"

Ji Xifeng spotted her with sharp eyes, stood up and waved her over.

About ten minutes later, He Anle also arrived.

"My baby Song, you are so beautiful today." He Anle happily sat next to Song Yu, opening his mouth to praise her.

"Come on, you are dressed up carefully today, but why are you here so late?"

"Don't mention it. My brother is back from a business trip and has been nagging me at home for a long time."

Song Yu understood and nodded.

She was also familiar with Anle's brother, and knew that he really couldn't stop nagging for a while.

While waiting for the food to be served, Song Yu found that there was a set of tableware next to Ji Xifeng and was startled.

Is there anyone else?

He Anle explained to her, "Didn't Ji Xifeng tell you? He has a very handsome friend who is also coming over."

A friend is just a friend, and he also needs to add a "very handsome" one. Song Yu knew that this stinky girl was a nymphomaniac again.

After a few minutes, the 'very handsome' friend hurried over.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Yu froze.

This...isn't this the mistress who talks about ghosts?

Could it be that Ji Xifeng is also gay?

"Let me introduce to you, this is Yu Sheng, my uncle, this is Song Yu, and this is He Anle." Ji Xifeng introduced them one by one.

"Uncle?"

He Anle and Song Yu said in unison.

"My uncle is a few years older than us, and I have had the best relationship with him since childhood, so we can be said to be friends."

Song Yu didn't dare to say anything, hoping that the man opposite would never recognize him.

But, how is that possible.

"Miss Song, we meet again." Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and spoke in a brisk tone.

"Do you know each other?"

This time Xiang Feng and He Anle were surprised.

Song Yu chuckled, "I don't know him, I just met him once before. Mr. Yu really has a good memory."

She could be said to have gritted her teeth at the last few words.

It’s really a matter of which pot should not be opened.

She knew how good it would be to play with Tan Ghost.

A playful smile appeared on Yu Sheng's lips, not intending to expose Song Yu.

Before the food was served, several people looked at each other, and the situation became awkward for a time.

"What about that, uncle, are you married?" He Anle asked curiously.

"How could he get married?" Song Yu blurted out.

How can a man get married to a man, and she is now legally married to Tan Gui.

After all, he is also a mistress.

"Miss Song knows me very well?" Yu Sheng's eyes fell on Song Yu, and the smile on his lips became even wider.

Song Yu was stunned.

Help!

How could she express what was on her mind?

Seeing the three people looking at him, Song Yu racked his brains and said, "No, I just caught some gossip news occasionally."

After finally getting through it, a thunderbolt exploded in the next second.

"What a coincidence, Huairong, why are you here?" Yu Sheng stood up and said hello.

Song Yu's steak-cutting hand suddenly stopped. He lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything. He wanted to get under the table.

Can't see her.

Can't see her.

Tan Huairong came over and saw that the little woman's face was almost buried in the basin. The corners of her mouth curled up, "Mr. Xi invited me to have dinner."

"Ah, yes, yes, Mr. Yu has admired your name for a long time."

Xi Sihai on the side immediately understood and nodded with a smile.

Yu Sheng stared at Tan Huairong thoughtfully, and then turned to look at Song Yu.

"you……"

Before Yu Sheng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tan Huairong.

"You guys go on, I'm just here to talk about the project."

Hahaha!

This damn ghost talk!

It must be intentional, he just can't see her having any free time, so he always comes to annoy her!

No wonder it’s so easy to let myself go tonight, co-author is doing this!

"Ayu, what's going on?" He Anle asked in a low voice in her ear.

Song Yu told her with his mouth, "How do I know?"

"What are you two muttering about?" Ji Xifeng suddenly said.

He Anle and Song Yu looked at each other and shook their heads, "Nothing, nothing."

Tan Huairong and Xi Sihai were sitting next to them, separated by a one-meter aisle.

Song Yu always felt that a line of sight was falling on her, making her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles, like a light on her back.

All in all, I felt uncomfortable all over.

"Yu Sheng, is the lady opposite you feeling unwell? Her face doesn't look good?" Tan Huairong said quietly.

For a moment everyone looked up at Song Yu.

Song Yu said that she really knew how to Q!

"Song Yu, are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?" Ji Xifeng looked at her nervously and waved to the waiter to bring him a cup of hot water.

This look of concern made the eyes of several mature men present darken.

Too obvious.

"I'm fine, maybe it's because the air conditioner blowing on me is too cold." Song Yu laughed bitterly.

"Well, then you can wear my clothes."

After Ji Xifeng finished speaking, he was about to take off his coat, but Yu Sheng took the first step and put his coat on Song Yu.

Conscience, he didn't want to pry his brother into a corner, he just didn't want his brother to poke his nephew to death with his eyes.

"Thanks."

Song Yu forced a smile, and happened to catch a glimpse of Tan Huairong's expressionless face from the corner of his eye, and his heart was about to collapse.

What's going on?

The homosexual lover of the nominal husband puts a coat on herself...

Song Yu was in a complicated mood, and it was extremely difficult to have a good celebration banquet.

"Song Yu, please eat more. Girls should all like this cheesecake, right?"

Ji Xifeng reached out and placed the dessert in front of Song Yu and He Anle.