Wonton was specially made for her by the chef. She bowed her head and smelled it. It seemed that it was a bit like her father''s.

    Lu''s two brothers sat opposite each other, watching the wonton in front of her tacit understanding. The kitchen began to serve dishes, which were placed on the long table one by one. The aroma filled the room.

    Lu Nancheng sniffed the food, but didn''t feel much surprised.

    "Brother, try it."

    "Well."

    There are more than ten dishes on the table. Lu Nancheng takes one bite of each dish, but he only takes one. Song Jin, who is familiar with her, knows very well that this dish does not appeal to him.

    She also tasted everything, and the taste was really good, but there was still a small gap from what her father made. She did not take a second bite, and continued to drink wonton in a bowl.

    Lu Nanyu was a little worried when he saw his elder brother put down his chopsticks. His taste was really bad again. If he went on like this, something would happen sooner or later.

    Song Jin ate three shrimp wonton in a row, and drank a mouthful of soup. Her nose was sweating slightly, and her face was slightly red. Looking up, she suddenly saw Lu Nancheng''s dark eyes staring at her. She subconsciously touched the corner of her mouth, and what she didn''t eat was everywhere.

    When she looked up again, Lu Nancheng''s dark eyes still seemed to fall on her. Song Jin suddenly understood and slightly stretched her neck.

    "Do you want wonton in my bowl?"

    His thin lips pressed tightly, as if somewhat embarrassed, and his jaw curved tightly, without nodding.

    Song Jin saw his awkward and arrogant appearance. She was amused in her heart and gave him one.

    Lu Nancheng looked at the wonton bowl full of her saliva. Unexpectedly, he didn''t dislike it and bit it down.

    Wonton skin is chewy, the meat is tender but not fishy, with a little bit of spicy, the taste is very unique.

    Lu Nancheng''s Mou Guang falls in her bowl again, Song Jin shrivels the corner of the mouth not to be happy, that again gives him one.

    Lu Nanyu was stunned by their actions. The little sister-in-law held the bowl in her arms and refused to give it back. The elder brother insisted on giving it back. In the end, the elder brother grabbed the bowl and ate all the soup and wonton, leaving nothing.

    Lu Nancheng, who hasn''t had enough for many days, was fed with a bowl of wonton today. He was in a good mood unexpectedly. He leaned back on his chair with his eyes half narrowed.

    Song Jin shriveled the corner of her mouth and deliberately kicked him below.

    Lu Nanyu''s chef stayed for a while because of a bowl of wonton, but Song Jin missed her father so much because of a bowl of wonton that she went out to see the shop the next day.

    She went to several good places in Imperial City, with high rent and good flow of people. She decided to open her first store in a busy place.

    People who follow Song Jin give feedback to Lu Nancheng in time. After these days, Lu Nancheng is not surprised by her actions.

    Song Jin signed a contract with the landlord on the same day and paid a part of the deposit first. When she went back, she checked the balance of her overseas account and felt a pang of heartache.

    She swipes her microblog on the Internet as usual. Unexpectedly, she sees Su Yirou''s water army talking nonsense on the Internet and digging out He Min''s black materials. What''s more, she distorts the facts and deliberately discredits them.

    Now there are different rumors on the Internet. At first, people who sympathize with He Min began to scold her for taking the blame.

    Song Jin carefully read Su yiroufa''s manuscript. After a long talk, it generally means that He Min seduced Qin Lang for money, and finally asked for money from his children. Qin Lang was the victim. He was seduced to make the mistakes that every man would make, or even threatened.

    The water army is responsible for the random rhythm below. I know he min. she dropped out of school early to work and knew a lot of people. My relatives also know he min. The little girl didn''t study hard before and fell in love with him in primary school. My boyfriend also knows he min. He Min was his brother''s junior in the past. He''s a mess of words. Anyway, it''s to discredit he min.

    Many netizens, no matter whether their comments are correct or not, spray along with them. Unfortunately, they were pressed down and searched by Qin family, but they came up again today.

    Song Jin pursed her lips and called the private detective.

    Su Yirou and Qin Lang went to the hospital to have a paternity test today. She saw the sick little boy, who was tortured by his illness and was as thin as a dry bean sprout, lying on the bed lifeless. She took a look and came out.

    Qin Lang didn''t even look at it. He came out before he entered the door and smelled it. He stood on the side of the door with a look of disgust.

    After she came out of the hospital, she sent several manuscripts to someone, and then went to Shuijun. Now there is no one-sided comment on the Internet. She doesn''t like what happened to He Min, and even begins to abuse her. If she wants to stink her reputation.

    Su Yirou happily opens a bottle of red wine, sits on the sofa and drinks. She orders aromatherapy beside her. She looks relaxed and enjoys the good time now. Suddenly Qin langmao comes down from the upstairs and runs to her barefoot. She almost knocks over her red wine. She stares angrily and covers her glass.

    "What for?"

    Qin Lang holding a tablet in his hand, a worried face: "wife, not good."

    "What''s wrong? Make it clear. "

    "Look."

    Su Yirou immediately took over the tablet computer. There was a vest on her microblog called "Ming people don''t talk in secret", which directly revealed the evidence that she had asked someone to write a manuscript and hired a navy, along with the transfer records.At present, this microblog has been forwarded by many microblog celebrities, and has been on the hot search. She immediately went to her microblog to have a look, and the following has been occupied.

    Su Yirou seldom tweets. Most of the time, it''s the company''s employees who take care of the number. She immediately goes up to close the comments.

    "Wife, what should I do now?"

    Qin Lang sits on one side, holding his chin in agony. Su Yirou sees that he has no brain. He is so angry that he smashes the tablet computer on his head.

    "You see, it''s all your work."

    Qin Lang is particularly innocent: "it''s not that you said you wanted to deal with it like this. Let me not interfere. Now it''s my fault again?"

    Su Yirou saw that he was blushing and quarreling with her. She raised her hand and spilled red wine on his face.

    "It''s not you who will have it?"

    The old account was turned over again. Qin Lang raised his hand to erase it and turned to go upstairs.

    Su Yirou is even more angry to drop the goblet. What year is this? It''s not good at all. She wants to find a chance to go to the temple to pay homage.