Chapter 72 The Heart Seems to Have Been Scratched by Something

At noon, she simply ate something and didn't have a lunch break, so she started to get busy again.

She was still busy until the Anmei Group got off work.

If the phone in the handbag hadn't rang, Song Wuyou, who was embroidering with needles, would not have known that it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

The phone's ringtone kept ringing like a reminder.

Song Wuyou stopped what he was doing and took out his mobile phone from his bag.

She thought it was An Changgong who called her. After all, this mobile phone and this number were given to her by An Changgong.

When she saw that the caller ID was "my husband", she was taken aback by these four words.

my husband?

Wasn't this phone originally used by An Changgong's woman?

"Hey..." She hesitated for a while, but took it anyway.

" Where are you

"..." Gu Yanhao?

Song Wuyou was surprised.

She was not surprised by Gu Yanhao's call.

Gu Yanhao wanted to know her phone number. With his ability, it was easy.

She was surprised that when did she write his note as "my husband's"?

It suddenly occurred to her that he peeked at her message last night.

Did he save his number at that time?

This thought surprised Song Wuyou again.

At the same time, my heart seemed to be scratched by something, and an indescribable feeling emerged.

"I'm at work." Song Wuyou thought for a while and replied.

"Which company?" You have to work overtime?

Song Wuyou didn't want him to know that she was in the Anmei Group. She didn't answer and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Hearing these three words, Gu Yanhao's expression was extremely cold.

Does a dead woman have to have something to call?

"we have meal together!"

She didn't come back at noon, and he had no appetite at all.

He didn't eat dinner again, he was hungry!

"..." The domineering tone of the command is unbearable, and the real person is unpleasant.

Song Wuyou casually ate a little at noon, and also hadn't eaten dinner yet. Now that he thinks of what to eat, his stomach growls with hunger.

She thought about the nearest hotel near the Anmei Group before telling Gu Yanhao the detailed address.

Forty minutes later—

The western restaurant on the second floor of Jinhua Hotel.

Song Wuyou raised his hands and cut the steak.

The action is not rude, it can also be said to be dignified and elegant.

It's just that... cutting the steak doesn't seem to be quick, it's a bit clumsy.

In addition, during needle embroidery today, I accidentally pricked my finger several times with the needle.

Now with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, when I touch the wound, it hurts a little...

This steak is not good at all!

Song Wuyou cut a piece and put it in his mouth, frowned, a little disgusted.

It tastes delicious without being roasted directly.

Gu Yanhao, who was sitting across from her, nimbly cut the steak on the plate into small pieces while looking at her.

Seeing her clumsy cutting of steak, he thought she was cute like this, and his lips couldn't help twitching.

Seeing her chewing the food with a look of disgust, his low voice carried a rare tenderness, "Is it delicious?"

"It's hard to cut and hard to eat." I don't know how hard it is to chew.

Gu Yanhao slowed down, "Since it's unpalatable, let's eat something else."

"No need." Song Wuyou said: "Although the taste is not delicious, it is not too bad to eat."

She was tired, she finished eating early and went back to rest early.

"Little idiot, you can't even cut steak." Gu Yanhao said, then moved the plate he had cut over, and pulled Song Wuyou's plate over.

"..." Song Wuyou looked at him in surprise.