After the flash marriage, the wealthy husband can’t hide his vest

"Okay, then go here."

Hearing this place name, Fu Tingxiu felt an indescribable feeling of familiarity in his heart.

The car started and along the way, the driver chatted with Fu Tingxiu.

"Sir, is this your first time in Beijing?" the driver said, "I have been driving a taxi for ten years. I am very familiar with this place. Ten years ago, this area was still empty land. Look at it now, with many high-rise buildings and rapid development." How fast."

Fu Tingxiu talked to the driver and said, "It's not my first time here, but I have no impression of it before."

"Are you here to travel this time, or are you looking for a job?" the driver said, "I'm also familiar with job search agencies. They provide one-stop service and can help with accommodation and other matters."

Fu Tingxiu chuckled and said, "Your business is quite big."

"It's not for making ends meet." The driver said eloquently: "We have three children at home. We are in Beijing, so there is a lot of pressure, and our parents are back home. We can't make money. Sir, are you married and have children? Look. You are so handsome, you must be married, and your wife must be beautiful and gentle."

wife and child...

Fu Tingxiu never thought about the fact that he still had a wife and children.

After losing his memory, he had a blank memory of what happened before. All he knew was that he and Lu Shan were boyfriend and girlfriend, and his father was Lu Zhiquan.

After Lu Zhiquan and Lu Shan exposed their flaws one after another, Fu Tingxiu began to doubt these.

Fu Tingxiu said uncertainly: "...Maybe."

The driver smiled: "This kind of thing is still possible. If it is, it will be possible. If not, then it won't be possible. Is it still possible for my wife and children?"

Fu Tingxiu didn't say anything. He really didn't know how to answer this time, and he didn't know if there was one.

As the car moved forward, it was already early morning.

The streets in Beijing are not very lively. Only when you go to the night market street, the fireworks are a bit stronger.

The taxi driver placed Fu Tingxiu at the entrance of the night market and said, "Sir, you can walk in from here. There is food and a hotel. You can rest if you are tired."

"Thank you." Fu Tingxiu paid and walked into the food court.

It's so late now, and there aren't many people there. Most of them are young people, young couples, or nearby residents who come for late-night snacks.

In Fu Tingxiu's impression, it was his first time here. Looking at the shops lined up on both sides, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity. This feeling made him happy.

Maybe here he can find his lost memories.

Fu Tingxiu walked to the door of a Chabaidao milk tea shop. The milk tea shop was closed. He stopped at the door and some scattered fragments flashed through his mind.

In his memory, there seemed to be a girl asking him if he wanted to drink milk tea. The picture was a bit blurry, and he seemed to have ordered a cup of taro ball milk tea.

As he walked further, there were many street vendors. Because it was very late, many people were already closing the stalls.

Fu Tingxiu noticed a stall selling jewelry. The stall owner was a girl in her early twenties. There were plastic handmade earrings, rings and the like on the stall.

The girl is also ready to close her stall.

Fu Tingxiu walked over unexpectedly and asked: "How to sell this?"

He picked up a pair of cherry earrings. The food court, the jewelry stall, the girl setting up the stall, and the handmade cherry earrings were all very familiar to him.

His memory of setting up a street stall in the night market with Meng Ning was gradually awakened.

At the other end of this food street, Meng Ning and Wang Fuzhong were sitting on the roadside eating barbecue and food stalls. They ordered two cups of milk tea. They were not drinking tonight.

Wang Fuzhong has never drunk milk tea. How can he drink something that costs only a few yuan? He usually drinks coffee, tea, or red wine that costs tens or hundreds of millions.

Wang Fuzhong took a sip. It tasted strange. He was not used to the taste, so he put it aside and let it cool down.

He didn't expect that Meng Ning would take him to the food stall to eat barbecue. The surroundings were drafty and it was a bit cold at night.

Meng Ning almost finished the milk tea in her hand. She glanced at Wang Fuzhong, smiled and said, "I used to come here with Fu Tingxiu to have barbecue and drink milk tea."

Wang Fuzhong was surprised: "Fu Tingxiu likes to come to this kind of place?"