She Wants To Divorce Me

Most of the employees in the small restaurant went home for the New Year, and only a few local people stayed lazily. This is of course An Muyu who cooks. Knowing that Lu Yusheng is coming towards her, she hopes to show her. After all, her current honor and opportunity are brought by Lu Yusheng. Since listening to Lu Yusheng’s suggestion, except for showing fancy kung fu during the live broadcast, she has rarely started, and she has no time to study fresh dishes. When she saw the kitchen, An Muyu brows She got up tightly, but quickly unfolded. She no longer needed this small world full of greasy and smoky smoke. She walked out another way that could quickly approach her dream.

Cheng Henian made a round in the house, and finally returned to sit down opposite Lu Yusheng. She leaned on the back of the mahogany chair with her hands wrapped around her chest. Apart from laziness between her eyebrows and her eyes, there was also a frivolousness: "The layout here is very similar to the opposite." It is probably a preconceived notion that the restaurant brings her goodness. Sensitivity is high, so when she sees Miss An in the live broadcast room deliberately or unintentionally discrediting her opponent, a subtle feeling arises in her heart.

"This alley is similar and slightly different." Lu Yusheng raised his eyes and responded lightly. In fact, she knows that the dishes here are somewhat similar to the opposite, but the taste is still not as good as the "Spring Banquet". An Muyu explained to this that the two opposites, when the street is still deserted, they also They often move chairs and sit at the door to discuss some fresh dishes. Many things are researched together by them.

Neither of them had a gluttonous appetite and couldn't eat much, but An Muyu was really attentive, and wanted to fill the table with porcelain plates full of delicious food. In the end, as the proprietress, she sat down beside Lu Yusheng, pursing her lips and chuckled softly: "I was too late to ask, Yu Sheng, the one who came with you must be the famous Cheng Henian, right?"

Everyone knows exactly what kind of "big name" this is. Is it too late or deliberately ignored? Cheng He laughed young, and after landing the first chopsticks, she grabbed the spoon and took a spoonful of soup. After taking a sip, she spoke casually: "It's me." There is no lack of arrogance and arrogance in her tone. proud.

Lu Yusheng twisted her eyebrows, and she heard the hostility from Cheng Henian's short two words. But when the gaze fell on her, she saw her expression calm. There was neither the depression seen in the car nor the dazzling arrogance at the beginning, but returned to a kind of cold and quiet like cold water. She slowly picked up the vegetables, her graceful posture was like a rich lady. How many aspects of Cheng Henian have not revealed yet?

"Really you?" An Muyu's final voice rose, and his eyes were full of surprises, like a little idol bumping into his goddess, full of admiration and longing.

"Could it be that there are still fakes?" Cheng Henian smiled.

An Muyu's eyes lit up, her hands folded on her chest, she deliberately lowered her voice and said, "I like you very much."

The bold and straightforward confession should be pure, but Cheng Henian just couldn't feel it. She put down the tableware, squinted her eyes up and down to look at An Muyu, only to feel that the beautiful woman in front of her was like a bottomless abyss, and the world was accustomed to using various emotions to cover up the true thoughts deep in her heart. "What do you like about me?" Cheng Henian asked with interest.

An Muyu pretended to be shy, and said softly: "I like your song."

Cheng Henian nodded, curled his fingers and knocked on the table. Dudu's voice is very rhythmic, as if everything can become an instrument under her fingers. "Do you hear which song it is?" Seeing An Muyu stunned, she lifted her eyes and smiled lazily, "You are a fan who is not qualified, you should go back and continue practicing."

Of course, An Muyu would not be a fan of Cheng Henian. She cast a look at Lu Yusheng as if for help, and her left hand hanging beside her was already clenched into a fist. If the embarrassment of Ruowu goes back and forth between the three people, and Cheng Henian's tone is unconcealed, how can she not hear the true meaning? It was with a contempt and contemptuous attitude. She had already been sentenced to death without knowing where she had offended her. It's just that, where does she qualify for Cheng Henian? What is she worth? It's just an abandoned son who is not doing his job properly and doing nothing. She has seen the overwhelming rumors on Weibo. She has offended Shengtang and still wants to continue walking in the circle?

"Mu Yu, you said you had good news to tell me last time?" Lu Yusheng's voice was like a porcelain spoon breaking the thin ice in a porcelain bowl. The clang was quite crisp and hearty, and she just broke the stagnation. , The atmosphere of secret contest.

"Yes." An Muyu nodded, this time her smile was extremely sincere, even with a little pride. The number of fans in Weibo and the live broadcast room has grown rapidly, and the interviews on several food shows have made her show up in front of more people. She has already been approached by a brokerage company. Her tone is very brisk. The haze brought by Cheng Henian, "I signed a contract with Shengtang."

This result is not too surprising. The hand holding the spoon paused, Lu Yusheng raised his eyes and smiled: "Very good, Shengtang treats his artists pretty well. It's just that you don't plan to run this restaurant anymore. Is it?"

"Of course not." An Muyu shook her head and smiled, "This is my hard work, but the focus will gradually shift. Of course, the live broadcast of food will continue to be done, but the number of times will be reduced. As for the restaurant management, I believe a group of my friends Guys, my chefs here are all first-rate and can bring great food enjoyment."

Lu Yusheng replied, "That's not bad. Next, I will rely on your "golden sign" to make this remote antique street lively again."

An Muyu smiled and asked, "Which agent did Teacher Chang work for?"

Lu Yu said, "Josie, what's wrong?"

An Muyu shook her head, lowered her eyes to restrain her emotions, and she replied: "It's nothing, just a little yearning."

Lu Yusheng nodded and chuckled, "I'm afraid you and Josie have no fate. After Chang Yu terminated her contract, Josie also ran away with her. Both parties have already issued a statement. I know you regard Chang Yu as Goddess, if you want to get close to her, you should work harder and strive to be favored by Chang Yu's studio in the future."

"I'm afraid I can't ask for it? Will this not destroy the relationship between the two?" Cheng Henian suddenly interrupted. Seeing Lu Yusheng glared at herself, she shrugged and stood up again. "Mr. Lu, thank you for your hospitality. After this meal is over, I should go back." There is no need to take her with my friends if I recount the old days. Anyway, the words spoken are not very pleasing. Not seeing is net.

The two people who have never met do not know why the auras are different. Lu Yusheng was a little helpless, she said: "Wait for a while." Turning her head and apologizing to An Muyu, "Let's go back first, and contact us if we have something to do."

"Okay." An Muyu smiled softly, she nodded slightly and began to clean the table. When the two figures disappeared at the door, she suddenly looked at one side, took out the phone from her pocket, looked at the flashing screen, a smug smile on her lips.

When I came, the deserted street suddenly became congested, and the siren sounded after another. I don't know which guy who didn't follow the traffic rules stopped the car in the alley. Before Cheng Henian and Lu Yusheng walked a few steps away, they heard a creaking creaking sound-followed by a short cannon and a microphone. There are no holidays throughout the year. Where there is news, this is a "very professional award." I'm afraid it's their group of entertainment stories.

A Cheng Henian who is in the air, and Lu Yusheng, a queen of music, I don't know how much content they can imagine. Under the threat of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, there were only a few people who dared to approach Cheng Henian. Lu Yusheng appeared by her side at this point in time. What did it explain?

——Ms. Cheng, have you really cut off contact with your home like the rumors outside?

——Excuse me, did you really hit Mr. Jiang for no reason?

——Ms. Lu, what is your relationship with Ms. Cheng? Was it a chance encounter or an appointment to appear here?

Questions one after another involve all aspects, and entertainment journals of different families have different focuses. Cheng Henian, who was in the encirclement, had a faint tendency to be impatient. With her brows furrowed, she walked a few steps to a Yuji and snatched the recorder from her hand. The raised hand made a beating action, and the person who was so startled by her action backed back subconsciously. After all, the man in front of him was the one who beat the Prince Sheng Tang into the hospital with a wine bottle. At this moment, a gap was opened, and she pulled the sound of landing and ran out of the circle, while the captured recording pen fell parabolic.

If you run back to An Muyu’s restaurant at this time, you can stop media harassment by closing the door tightly, but Cheng Henian is obviously unwilling to do so. She turns a few turns along this shabby alley and goes around. She couldn't tell the way forward. Finally, listening to the voice, my heart slammed into the open courtyard of a back door. He closed the wooden door with a snap, blocking everything out.

The heart was beating wildly because of the violent running. Cheng Henian bent over and stroked his chest, waited until his breath calmed down before raising his eyes to look at the small courtyard. The shops along the street looked narrow, but there was a cave deep in the alley. The square courtyard is left with ancient charm, like a paradise under the feasting and feasting.

Facing a pair of gentle eyes that were as clear as a spring stream after breaking the ice, Cheng Henian's heart suddenly became extremely calm. She smiled at the young woman sitting in the wicker chair and said, "Sorry, I'm sorry, we're leaving now."

The woman just hummed softly, her eyes returned to the booklet.

The author has something to say: there will be something outside, don't worry.

Rolling Sapo Selling Meng for comment.

Thanks to the preserved egg and lean meat porridge, Aaron, and the mines of Koko Orange.