Madam, Mr. Fu went to see the men's department again.

It's a good person to be alone and not worry about gains and losses.

Rong Bing kept telling herself this, but after taking some time off, why did she feel so empty?

The early autumn sun shone on the woman's face, cutting her face into half-light and half-darkness.

Employees in the office building next door took a lunch break and went for a walk after lunch. Passing by the coffee shop, they saw a strange woman sitting in the small garden at the door.

The sun coated her whole body with a layer of golden light, and she just sat motionless and looked into the distance, looking like she was peacefully passing through the years.

The man stepped forward unconsciously and stopped when he was two meters away from Rong Bing. The woman looked into the distance and the man looked at her.

Zhou Luo's car was parked in the parking lot on the first floor. After coming up the stairs, she saw Rong Bing at a glance. Fortunately, Rong Bing didn't see her.

The woman immediately stepped back: "Rong Rong, why is Rong Bing in the coffee shop?"

"She's here every day, working there." Zhao Rong met Rong Bing several times.

"Ah?" Before he could hear what Zhao Rong said, Zhou Luo turned around, "Rong Rong, I'm waiting for you in the car. I don't want my good mood to be ruined by her. Remember, don't let her know that you know me. "

After saying that, he walked out of the garage.

Zhao Rong sighed and went to the coffee shop by herself.

Ye Jianming is having lunch.

When I heard the welcome voice, I looked up and saw that it was the customer who had been visiting frequently recently.

He put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and said hello: "Hello, welcome."

"Hello, the boss is eating. You eat first and I'll sit for a while." Zhao Rong sat in her old seat.

"It's okay. I'll wash it for you first. Is that the usual rule?" Ye Jianming asked.

"Well, thank you." The woman pretended to play with her mobile phone and secretly took a video of Ye Jianming making coffee.

Unlike before, this time she asked to be packed.

After getting the coffee, Zhao Rong said: "Let's go, boss, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow?" Ye Jianming took a moment to react. What did the lady mean?

There are many customers who come frequently to the coffee shop, but they come here every day, even if it rains, as if they have never encountered them before.

Ye Jianming seemed to smell a little different smell.

But he didn't think too deeply.

Zhou Luo sat in the car and saw Zhao Rong coming through the car window with a smile on her face.

Holding two cups of coffee in hand.

She started the car.

Zhao Rong sat in the passenger seat: "He seemed to remember me and asked me if I was following the same rules today."

"I feel so happy to be remembered by someone. Rongrong, you are serious this time."

"Yeah." Zhao Rong did not deny that she felt completely different about Ye Jianming.

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Han Yue went to the training institution early the next morning.

Lao Deng had prepared breakfast and brought salted tofu puddings. Han Yue had just mentioned a set of them yesterday, but he didn’t expect Lao Deng to actually make them.

Han Yue knows how complicated the process of making tofu pudding is.

She looked at the food in the thermos cup: "Old Deng, you won't get up before dawn, right? Don't bother with this in the future."

"It's not that exaggerated. I don't get up until dawn. I'm quite happy when I'm making breakfast. I used to make breakfast for myself, but now I have more people tasting it. It's a great sense of accomplishment. Try it quickly. Is it what you want to eat? Taste." Lao Deng handed the spoon to Han Yue.

Han Yue cleared all the tofu puddings three times, five by two, and then gave a thumbs up: "It's time to go out."

Seeing Han Yue like it so much, Lao Deng was even more happy.

"Did you find that I know a lot of things?" he asked.

"Yes, much better than me, much better than our whole family." Han Yue thought of her son and the others, each of whom was better at cooking than the other.

Maybe because everyone is not good at cooking, Han Yue naturally admires Lao Deng for being such a good cook.

Lao Deng was embarrassed by the praise: "It's really not difficult. I knew it when I was young, but I didn't do it for a long time, but after looking at the steps, I suddenly remembered it."

Han Yue: "You knew how to cook when you were young? Isn't this Versailles? Lao Deng, don't be modest. You are the God of Cooking in my mind."

Lao Deng rubbed his head, Han Yue was so good at praising others.

In the morning, several more people signed up. Han Yue made a final count and found that the two classes were full.

She waved her notebook and said, "Old Deng, the two classes on Sunday afternoon are full."

Lao Deng put on his reading glasses and looked at it: "It's true, Xiaoyue, your handwriting is very beautiful."

"Really?" Han Yue took a look and said, "I also have advantages."

"Of course, there are many advantages. By the way, Xiao Yue, there is no one here, let's chat for a while." Lao Deng couldn't wait to know Han Yue's answer.

"Okay, I have something to tell you." Han Yue sat down.

Lao Deng got straight to the point and asked Han Yue: "How are you thinking about it?"

"How can you ask so directly? You have to make a simple ceremony." Han Yue blushed.

"So you agree? Xiaoyue, thank you. The ring is ready. I will call the owner of the flower shop right away. The style has been selected. She will wait for my notification to match the flowers."

"There is also a hotel. Tomorrow, just tomorrow, invite the children together, and I will propose to you in front of them." Lao Deng jumped twice happily.

"Ah? There's no need to be so grandiose. Just get a ring and a bouquet of flowers. Just the two of us. You ask me if I'm willing. I'll say yes, and that's it." The ceremony Han Yue was talking about was not the kind that mobilized troops and mobilized a large number of people, but that of old Deng Zheng'er. Eight Sutras, seriously propose to yourself.

"How can that be done? Even if it's not as romantic as young people, it can't be too simple. All I can think of are rings, flowers and dinner. Xiaoyue, do you have any other requirements? Forgive me for not understanding these things." Old Deng was afraid If you don't do well enough, you will have regrets.

He had never been so nervous about his first marriage.

Of course, the objects are different, which is also a reason.

"That's good. Then I'll tell Rong Yan and the others to make time tomorrow night."

"Just say I'm treating you to dinner, don't say anything else." Lao Deng warned, he was embarrassed to let the children know in advance.

"Okay." Han Yue made an OK gesture.

As soon as Rong Yan received the call and heard that Lao Deng was going to treat him tomorrow, she guessed what was going on.

However, she didn't expose it on the phone, but said she promised to participate.

Suburban factory.

Fu Jingsheng left his cell phone in the office and was chatting with He Wei in the warehouse.

Rong Yan left a short voice message.

He Wei received a lot of inquiry calls today, and several well-known precision equipment companies in Tiancheng wanted to cooperate with Xingda.

With the current scale of Xingda, it is obviously impossible to take all the orders. He Wei asked the boss if he would consider expanding the factory?

Fu Jingsheng did not expect that the new company would develop so smoothly. However, within a month, there were more and more orders, and workers still could not meet the demand for orders despite working three shifts.

Expanding the factory is not just talk, it requires funds and time.

"Let me think about it." Fu Jingsheng pinched the wings of his nose. When he first opened Xingda, he hoped that Xingda would be more brilliant than the Fu family, but gradually he no longer wanted to make the business so big.