Spoiled her husband in a vegetative state after marriage

Song Yu's heart was full of gratitude to Yin Muxin, but she knew that her feelings towards this man were limited to gratitude.

She went upstairs, showered and went to bed with the children.

The two children are still very good at sleeping. After listening to a bedtime story together every day, they turn off the lights on time.

After Song Yu put the child to sleep, she just walked into the study when her cell phone rang.

It was my brother Song Ningyuan calling.

Every year on this day, although Song Ningyuan couldn't come here in person, he would call Song Yu because he said that this day was Song Yu's day of suffering, so she needed blessings more than the children.

"elder brother."

"Well, how sweet is Chengcheng?"

"Sleep."

"So early today?"

"Tired from playing."

"I've been busy all day today, and I didn't even have time to say happy birthday to the two little guys." There was a hint of guilt in Song Ningyuan's words.

"It's okay, so many gifts have been sent, they are already very happy."

"Mu Xin is back too?"

"Well, I'm back."

"Then take advantage of the few days when he comes back and get along well." Song Ningyuan liked Yin Muxin very much. He always thought that Yin Muxin was very reliable, and hoped that his younger sister could have a real fake show with Yin Muxin.

"Brother, you know us, whether we get along or not."

"Okay, I'm just offering some advice, just make yourself happy. By the way, the shop you mentioned earlier has been decorated according to your drawings. If you have time, go and have a look. If you need to improve, please mention it again. .”

"Okay, thank you bro."

The store Song Ningyuan mentioned was bought by Song Yu before she returned to China. She asked the designer to design the decoration drawings and sent them back to Song Ningyuan, asking him to help arrange the decoration.This shop has been completed a while ago, and it can be opened at any time, but Song Yu has been busy arranging two small ones after returning to China, and has not yet checked and accepted it.

On Monday morning, after sending the two children to kindergarten, Song Yu went to You'an Street, which is the most famous commercial street in Jincheng. It can be said that the most high-end shops in Jincheng are concentrated on this street.

Of course, the rents of the shops on this street are also high.

Song Yu planned to open a restaurant here, which was planned before she returned to China.

Over the years, she has opened many Chinese restaurants abroad, and now they have matured. She handed over all the management rights to Zheng Qike. Now, she plans to shift the focus of her business to China.

The decoration of the restaurant is based on the design drawings, and every detail is well done. Song Yu knew that there would be nothing wrong with entrusting the matter to Song Ningyuan.

Next, it's time to prepare for the opening.

Song Yu came out of the shop and was about to lock the door when she suddenly saw the silk shop opposite. A slender figure flashed in the shop. She was taking a tape measure to measure the size of the silk.

That woman is Fang Wanzhi, the owner of this silk shop. It is said that she is young but has excellent craftsmanship.

Song Yu took out two boxes of high-end imported chocolates that had been prepared in advance, put on a smile, and went to the silk shop to say hello.

"Hello."

Fang Wanzhi looked back when she heard the voice.

"Hello? May I ask what you need, I can take a look." She regarded Song Yu as a guest.

"Hello, my name is Song Yu, and I am the owner of the shop opposite. Our restaurant will open soon, and we will be the neighbors across the door from now on, so I'll come over to say hello." Song Yu handed the prepared chocolate to Fang Wanzhi, " Please accept this small gift, and teach me more in the future."

"Thank you, you are so polite!" Fang Wanzhi accepted the gift graciously, and smiled kindly, "My name is Fang Wanzhi, and I can't talk about advice. If you have any questions about the property, you can always ask me , I’ve been here for almost five years.”

"Okay, thank you."

"Are you planning to open a restaurant?"

"Correct."

"There are quite a lot of restaurants here. If you can't make your own specialties, you will be eliminated easily. In the past few years, I have watched countless restaurants open and close, and they all failed to find their own position." Fang Wanzhi looked at Song Yu, "What kind of restaurant are you planning to open?"

"My restaurant focuses on diet therapy and health preservation."

"Diet therapy sounds novel, and it is also in line with the philosophy of most rich people today. I hope you succeed!"

"Thank you, thank you for your blessing."

"When do you plan to open?"

"It will be the first day of the next month."

"Okay, then I wish you a happy opening in advance!"

"Thank you!"

*

On the first day of next month, Song Yu's restaurant will open on time. The restaurant is named "Chunli", which focuses on private customization, diet therapy and health preservation. Food tonic program for modern people's diet structure.

Chunli not only has a food supplement menu suitable for men, women, and the elderly, but also has a series for children, covering almost all age groups of consumer groups.

On the opening day, Song Yu received a lot of opening flower baskets, and Fang Wanzhi on the opposite side also sent flower baskets, which Song Yu did not expect.

It is estimated that Fang Wanzhi is also a person who does not like to accept favors from others. Song Yu's two boxes of chocolates are worth a lot, and she must feel embarrassed to accept them for nothing, so she sent a flower basket to repay favors by opening the business.

Yang Tianle was even more exaggerated, not only sent flower baskets, but also brought all the family members to apply for cards, and personally ordered menus.

Although there are more than ten professionally trained chefs and employees in the store, Song Yu, as the owner, is still like a spinning top, busy all day from morning to night inside and out.

The first day of opening was exceptionally good.

Song Yu stayed at night to settle the accounts, and seeing this long list of sales made her feel relieved.

She was about to turn off the computer and get off work when she saw the store manager knocking on the door in a hurry.

"President Song, something happened up front, I might trouble you to take a look."

"what happened?"

"Here comes a strange customer who wants to order Yangchun noodles when he enters the door. We are not a noodle shop here. Where did Yangchun noodles come from? Xiao Wei originally planned to communicate with him, but this customer seems very difficult to mess with, and, He called on you to serve in person."

It is inevitable to meet strange customers when opening the door to do business, but it is unavoidable to meet strange customers on the first day of opening today, which makes people feel unhappy.

"Come on, take me to see it."

"it is good."

Song Yu followed the store manager to the front hall. As soon as she went downstairs, she saw Jin Zhongting sitting in the middle of the hall.

He was wearing a dark blue suit. Under the light, his whole body seemed to be fused with a layer of golden light. He looked dignified and unapproachable.

Song Yu suddenly understood what the store manager meant by not being easy to mess with.

With such a man, ordinary people would be intimidated by his aura when they approached, let alone argue, there is no chance of winning.

*

"Hello, Mr. Jin." Song Yu walked over, "Sorry, we don't have the option of Yangchun noodles on the menu here."

Jin Zhongting glanced at Song Yu.

She is wearing an off-white suit today, capable and elegant, like a magnolia plant in a solid-color vase, which can be viewed from a distance but not profane.

But today, he came to confront her.

"Isn't Chunli focusing on private customization?" Jin Zhongting asked coldly.

Song Yu could feel that Jin Zhongting came here today with anger, since the first time she saw him after returning to China, he had never spoken to her in such a tone.

"It's a private order."

"Then I think this bowl of noodles is suitable for me, and I want to eat this bowl of noodles. Why? No?"

"Yes, but Mr. Jin, we have a minimum consumption guarantee here, and this bowl of Yangchun noodles can't meet the minimum consumption standard, so..."

"For this bowl of noodles, you can charge ten or even twenty times the minimum consumption."

"Mr. Jin, we are not a Bawang restaurant, and it is impossible to charge randomly."

"I allow you to charge indiscriminately, because I also have requirements." Jin Zhongting looked at Song Yu, "I want you to cook by yourself."

In Jin Zhongting's heart, there is a taste that he will never forget no matter how many years, that is the Yangchun noodles made by Shen Qianyan, he would like to taste that taste again in his dreams, but unfortunately, he has not tasted it for too long.

"Sorry, I don't provide cooking services." Song Yu tried her best to restrain her emotions, but her tone became uncontrollably stiff.

Jin Zhongting was obviously making trouble for no reason, he just wanted to test her again.

"The main thing is private customization, but you refuse the customer's request on the first day of opening, Mr. Song, is this how you do business?" Jin Zhongting was aggressive.

"Sir, why don't I ask the most experienced chef in our store to cook for you, what do you think?" Seeing Song Yu being embarrassed, the store manager immediately jumped out to smooth things over.

"No, I want Mr. Song to come in person." Jin Zhongting refused to give up an inch.

All the employees were watching, and anyone with a discerning eye could feel that there was absolutely no grievance between this strange customer and their boss, but no one could guess what the specific grievance was.

Song Yu felt that if the stalemate continued, the impact would not be good. After all, it was the first day of opening, so if it caused rumors, it would be bad for the future business.

"Okay, I'll cook, but I don't guarantee that my cooking skills will match Mr. Jin's appetite." Song Yu said.

"It suits your appetite, and it's not like you haven't eaten it before." Jin Zhongting said meaningfully.

All the employees looked at Song Yu, wondering if their boss had a deeper relationship with this Mr. Jin, otherwise, how could he have tasted the boss's craft?

Song Yu was a little angry, and felt that Jin Zhongting was unreasonable today, but no matter who made him a customer, the customer was God, and she had to satisfy even his excessive demands.

"Don't stand here and watch, you all go to your own business."

"Yes."

Song Yu dismissed the employees who were watching the excitement, and turned to the back kitchen.

The back kitchen has all kinds of ingredients, not to mention a bowl of Yangchun noodles, even if Jin Zhongting wants a table full of Chinese and Chinese, Song Yu can help him make it.

But today she made this bowl of noodles very carefully. She intentionally put a spoonful of salt and a spoonful of sesame oil, so that the Yangchun noodles she made were different from those made by Shen Qianyan.

*

After the Yangchun noodles were prepared and served on the table, Jin Zhongting frowned after taking a sip.

"President Song, do you dare to open a store at this level?"

"I'm a boss, not a chef. What does my level have to do with a restaurant? Does the owner of a clothing store have to know how to make his own clothes? Does the owner of a fruit shop have to be able to grow fruits by himself?" Song Yu shrugged. , "And I have already greeted Mr. Jin in advance, my craftsmanship may not be to your liking."

Jin Zhongting knew that she did it on purpose. Some time ago, on Tiantian and Chengcheng's birthday, she cooked dishes, and her cooking skills were still amazing. Today, her cooking skills have reached an astonishing level.

"Shen Qianyan, why do you hide your ears and steal the bell." Jin Zhongting called Shen Qianyan very naturally, without deliberately emphasizing the certainty of the tone, but it was better than certainty.

"Mr. Jin, you started again. Do I have to hang my ID card on my chest so that you can believe that I am Song Yu, not your ex-wife!"

"You're not Shen Qianyan, so what is this?"

Jin Zhongting slapped a piece of A4 paper on the table, and the sound was so loud that it attracted the attention of many employees in the store.

"what?"

Song Yu took a look, her eyes darkened, and she almost fainted.

This turned out to be a paternity test report, and the names of Jin Zhongting and Song Sitian were written in the column of the testees, and the test result was 90.00% [-].

"You are not Shen Qianyan, so why is the daughter you gave birth to my own flesh and blood?" Jin Zhongting stood up, faced Song Yu, and whispered in her ear, "Except for Shen Qianyan who can conceive my flesh and blood, no one else can conceive my own flesh and blood." It is impossible for a woman to conceive my child, because I have only slept with Shen Qianyan."

Only slept with one woman, Shen Qianyan?

Song Yu was already on the verge of revealing her identity, but she still couldn't help it. How could it be possible that Jin Zhongting only slept with Shen Qianyan?So, for the past six years, he has guarded himself like a jade for her, restraining even the most primitive desire?

She doesn't believe it.

"Mr. Jin, even if you want to express your loyalty to your ex-wife, there are some things that cannot go against common sense." Song Yu looked Jin Zhongting up and down, "Mr. Jin, you should be a normal man, right?"

The implication is that a normal man will not have sex for six years, isn't it a bit unreasonable?

"Don't you know? Men don't necessarily need women to solve their desires, men can also solve their desires." What he meant was that men also have their own Thumbelina.

In the past six years, Jin Zhongting really missed her, and when he really wanted her, he solved it by himself, and he never had other women by his side.

Of course, there were indeed many women who tried their best to climb into his bed, but he was tired of those women just by looking at them, and he didn't have any interest in them at all.

Song Yu thought this was a bit unbelievable.

Since he is so affectionate, why did he bother to divorce in the first place?

"What are you still doubting?" Jin Zhongting looked at Song Yu's hesitant expression, and emphasized his tone, "Shen Qianyan, am I a normal man, don't you know?"

"Mr. Jin, please respect yourself. I am a married woman. Don't say any color words to me. I am not a woman you can flirt with casually. You probably don't really want to step on the bottom line of morality. For me Do you want to be the third boy?"

"Shen Qianyan! How dare you say that?" Jin Zhongting's eyes almost burst into flames, "Why do you give birth to my child and marry someone else at the same time?"