Chapter 461: Go to his house

Chapter 461: Go To His House
"He's busy, I think he should be free." Huo Xiwen knew that Huo Jiabao just wanted to know who her boyfriend was, and spit out his tongue at him.
"It's really a shame. The cocktail party of the Pearl Group. People in Y City who have a head and face should attend it. If he is a business man, he missed this good opportunity to connect with everyone." Huo Jiabao regretted his face Road.
"You don't have to worry about his work. Brother, let's worry about it. Let's hurry to eat. The dishes are cold."

After dinner, Huo Jiabao got up and left without waiting, and repeatedly told Huo Xiwen before leaving, don't forget to attend the reception the night after tomorrow.
Huo Xiwen remembered that Fu Mujun would call himself after a while, and only perfunctoryly agreed.
At more than eight in the evening, Huo Xiwen was sitting on the chaise-bed in the bedroom, watching the novel absently.
Suddenly, the cell phone on the leg rang.
She immediately put down the book in her hands and grabbed her phone. At first glance, the electric display was not someone else, it was Fu Mujun.
Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her emotional mood and connected the phone: "Hey ... hello."
"It's me." On the other end of the phone was Fu Mujun's voice.
Huo Xiwen: "Are you busy?"
Fu Mujun: "Yes."
Huo Xiwen: "Did you have dinner?"
Fu Mujun: "Not yet."
Huo Xiwen: "Then you ..."
Fu Mujun: "Are you free now?"
"Of course ..." She couldn't wait, but realized she seemed too eager, and slowed her tone again: "I'm ... free."
"I'm new to Y City and I'm not familiar with it. Do you know where the food tastes better, can you take me there?" Fu Mujun asked.
"Yes, of course, where are you now? I'm going to find you?" Huo Xiwen said, already standing up from the chaise couch and picking clothes in the cloakroom.
"I'll send you the address, and you come to me." The other party said and hung up.
Huo Xiwen took out a royal blue sleeveless dress from the cabinet, put on a silk thin cardigan outside, put on a pair of comfortable red flat shoes, while going downstairs, he called Luo Qingyun with his mobile phone.
At this time, Luo Qingyun was walking with Su Yinghao in the garden. When she received a call from Huo Xiwen, she opened her mouth and just shouted "Xi Wen ..." Then she heard the eager voice of Huo Xiwen.
"Qingyun, tell me which restaurant in city Y has better food."
"Are you asking Chinese food or Western food?"
"Chinese food, he likes Chinese food. Quickly recommend me one." Huo Xiwen hurried over the phone.
"I eat less outside. It's better to do this. Let Hao Hao tell you, he must know better than me." Luo Qingyun said, and handed the phone to Su Haohao.
Su Yinghao answered the phone and said, "What kind of cuisine do you want for Chinese food?"
"Spicy." Huo Xiwen remembered that although Fu Muzhen grew up in the United States, his taste is quite Chinese. Like to drink tea and eat Chinese food, Chinese food is especially spicy.
"Guomao Road has a Daxiang House restaurant, the environment and taste are very good."
"Okay, thank you Brother Hao." Huo Xiwen got the answer and hung up the phone immediately.
Su Yihao handed the phone back to Luo Qingyun's hand, and heard Luo Qingyun laughing, "It's all this, hasn't Xi Wen eaten yet?"
"I'm afraid to invite someone to dinner."
"Yeah, just on the phone, she seemed to say 'he' likes Chinese food, and she doesn't know who this 'he' is. Do you think it will be the Mr. Fu we met that day?" Luo Qing Yun said with a smile.
"You seem to be interested in this matter." Su Yinghao looked at her smiley face, said.
"Are you not interested?" Luo Qingyun asked him back.
"I'm more interested in you," Su Yinghao said, hugging her in her arms.
Luo Qingyun's face rested quietly on his chest, and a happy smile waved on his face: "Hao Hao, I think we are together now, just like dreaming."
"Why? It's been so many days, and you haven't adapted to your current status as the hostess of the Su family?" Su Minhao knows that they have experienced so much that now Luo Qingyun feels a little bit troubled or lost about their marriage, always feeling Not quite true.
"Yeah, I don't know why, I always feel a little embarrassed." Luo Qingyun said.
"It's my fault that makes you so insecure. Qingyun, rest assured, no one can shake your place in this home, in my heart, and in the hearts of children. In this life, we will never be separated again. "Su Yinghao clenched her thin body hands tightly, telling her with certainty.
"Well, I know, I will slowly adjust my mentality. You Hao, rest assured, I will not think about it any more." Luo Qingyun also knows the crux of her problem, she looked up and looked at Su Shihao Deep and bright eyes, in his eyes, she saw a happy and sweet herself.
Yeah, all things have passed, all she has to do now is to be happy to accompany her lover and children.
No one will come again to take away her happiness, she will not allow it, and Su Yinghao will not allow it.

The address Fu Mujun sent to Huo Xiwen was a riverside villa. When she arrived at the villa door, she took out her mobile phone and called Fu Mujun, but she saw the door of the villa opened. , And said to her: "Come in."
Huo Xiwen glanced at his clothes and walked in, saying, "You haven't changed your clothes yet?"
"Too tired, I wasn't ready to go out to eat. I found some ingredients in the refrigerator and prepared to make something for myself." Fu Mujun said, and went into the room.
Huo Xiwen heard that he wasn't going out anymore, and his expression froze.
If she doesn't go out, let her come here?
What does this mean?
Intentionally calling her over to meet her?
"You sit on the sofa, I'll go to the kitchen." Fu Mujun greeted her to sit casually when she entered the house, and then she turned into the kitchen.
Huo Xiwen was curious about what he was eating, so he put down his bag and followed him into the kitchen. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he asked about the smell of black pepper.
Upon entering, Fu Mujun was frying steak.
"This is your dinner?" She asked, standing behind him.
Fu Mujun glanced back at her and shrugged. "It seems a bit too fried, and there is some mud on the other side."
"Can it still be eaten?" Huo Xiwen glanced at the dark steak in the pot, at least it was already unsuccessful.
"It looks like you can't eat it," Fu Mujun said, dumping the steak from the pan into the trash.