Chapter 70 How to grill a fake

Shen Boyan couldn't crack Cheng Wenjun's sleeping mind to see if he believed the system's nonsense.

But at least, when Shen Boyan saw the flowers placed on the guest table the next day, and Cheng Wenjun standing in front of the flowers, obviously dressed up, he could be sure that Cheng Wenjun had returned his focus to the strategy.

"Xiaoyan." He looked at Shen Boyan longingly, "Today is the weekend, are you free to go on a date with me?"

Normally, Shen Boyan would definitely reply "no time", but today he was not prepared to completely reject Cheng Wenjun. Then he asked emphatically: "A date?"

"Ah... Xiaoyan, you can understand traveling with me." Cheng Wenjun was still frightened by Shen Boyan's unflattering words, so he immediately gave in, "Do you have time?"

"Yes." Shen Boyan said.

Cheng Wenjun was surprised for a moment, then a smile immediately filled his face.

"Okay, okay." He held up the elegant yet delicate blue bouquet on the living room table, which had obviously been carefully prepared, and handed it to Shen Boyan, "Then let's go?"

"Let's go."

Shen Boyan I didn’t pick up the bouquet and went straight to the door to put on my shoes.

Cheng Wenjun hurriedly followed.

"Where are you going?" Shen Boyan stood at the elevator entrance, looking back at Cheng Wenjun who was holding flowers in embarrassment, and asked.

"It seems that since we got married, we haven't had a good walk and chat together." Cheng Wenjun said, "The sun is not bright today, let's go for a walk by Nanhu Lake?"

"Okay." Shen Boyan nodded.

The plan was approved and Cheng Wenjun was granted amnesty. Shen Boyan took advantage of this time to turn on his mobile phone and sent a message to Meng Xinqiao.

[We are going to Nanhu for a walk. ]

Meng Xinqiao: [Is it his suggestion? ]

Shen Boyan: [Of course. 】

Meng Xinqiao: 【He is quite leisurely and elegant. ]

Shen Boyan pursed his lower lip and suppressed his smile.

Cheng Wenjun had no way of knowing their conversation, so he led Shen Boyan to drive with extra diligence.

As he drove out of the underground garage, he tried to find a topic: "There is a Thai restaurant next to Nanhu. The Tom Yum soup tastes very good. We can have lunch here after shopping." Tom Yum Kung?

"I'm sorry." Shen Boyan said lightly, "I can't eat seafood. I'm allergic to seafood. Have you forgotten?"

Cheng Wenjun's hand shook and the car almost hit the wall.

"What are you doing?" Shen Boyan was also startled and looked at him reproachfully.

"Hug... I'm sorry." Cheng Wenjun quickly calmed down, "I forgot..."

"You actually forgot." Shen Boyan said in a tone that stated the facts, "I was allergic to seafood when I was in high school for the first time. The attack came from the infirmary you sent me to."

Cheng Wenjun's hand holding the steering wheel shook: "I'm sorry, it's been too long..."

"It doesn't matter." Shen Boyan was very generous." It's not a very important thing in the first place."

Cheng Wenjun was driving. His reaction just now was too intense. For the sake of their lives, Shen Boyan did not continue such a dangerous topic.

The car drove smoothly towards Nanhu.

When we went out just now, the sky looked mostly sunny. But as we walked towards our destination, the originally clear sky turned into a dangerous dark gray bit by bit in a very embarrassing way.

Shen Boyan sat in the passenger seat and looked at the tall buildings beside the highway with a calm expression.

However, the expression of Cheng Wenjun on the side was not so good-looking.

He looked uncertainly at the darkening sky. Shen Boyan glanced at him and said proactively: "The weather is not very good."

"...Yeah."

Cheng Wenjun forced a smile: "I hope it won't rain for a while."

Then his hope was in vain. .

Within a few minutes, heavy rain poured down with a loud roar. The rain curtain suddenly blocked the view, and the wiper slowly made an overwhelming squeaking sound, finally clearing a clear field of vision.

"It's raining." Shen Boyan was speechless.

Cheng Wenjun opened his mouth, as if his plan was being disrupted. After a while, he said: "...then where are we going now?"

Shen Boyan's phone vibrated. He glanced quietly and saw the news from Meng Xinqiao.

Meng Xinqiao: [Are you still going to Nanhu? If not, how about trying to get him here? 】

He attached the positioning, it is a hot pot restaurant.

Shen Boyan always felt that the name and signboard of this hot pot restaurant seemed familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember when he had been there.

But he chose to believe Meng Xinqiao's plan, and decisively turned to ask Cheng Wenjun: "Are we still going to Nanhu?"

"The rain is a bit heavy." Cheng Wenjun wanted to give up intellectually, but was still struggling emotionally, "But we...

Shen Boyan pretended to look at the time: "We have dinner in a few hours."

"Are you going to eat hot pot?"

Cheng Wenjun was stunned: "Well, it's okay to eat..." "

Then go and eat directly." Let's go." Shen Boyan pulled up his phone twice and said, "Let's have hot pot."

"Okay." Cheng Wenjun was not very interested in hot pot, but since Shen Boyan rarely made requests, he had to agree." Is there a location?"

"Yes." Shen Boyan leaned over and operated the navigation.

The car turned a corner, drove off along the ramp next to the highway, and turned back towards the city.

"What a coincidence." With the destination in mind, Cheng Wenjun finally came to his senses, "Finally we had time to get out, but we encountered such weather." "It's

really unlucky." Shen Boyan nodded and agreed casually. road.

"Why do you suddenly want to eat hot pot?" Cheng Wenjun asked him.

"I haven't eaten since I returned to China." Shen Boyan replied naturally, "Didn't we often eat there before?"

As soon as he said this, Cheng Wenjun could not refute.

"It seems true." Cheng Wenjun smiled apologetically, "I actually forgot such an important thing again."

Shen Boyan was noncommittal.

There was no way to park in front of the hot pot restaurant, so Cheng Wenjun had to park his car on the side of the road not far away.

As soon as he turned off the engine, his hand paused in mid-air.

"What's wrong?" Shen Boyan didn't understand and just asked. Cheng Wenjun was embarrassed.

"There seems to be no umbrella in the car..."

Shen Boyan also fell into awkward silence.

Because he didn't bring it either.

At this moment, the brain waves of the two people matched the frequency in an extremely rare way.

Shen Boyan took a deep breath: "Run away."

"The rain is too heavy..." Cheng Wenjun couldn't keep his face down.

"Then wait a few minutes." Shen Boyan backed down.

"Okay, okay." Cheng Wenjun nodded quickly.

Shen Boyan looked at the blurry hot pot restaurant not far away through the heavy rain curtain.

The hot pot restaurant is filled with steam. The red lantern at the door of the store was on, and Shen Boyan could vaguely see people walking into the store one after another.

But the rain was so heavy that he couldn't see anything clearly.

Sitting in the car is boring. He wondered endlessly, was the rain as heavy as the day Yiping broke her leg?

Or, as old as he was on his twentieth birthday?

As he was thinking wildly, he suddenly realized where the familiarity of this scene came from.

On his twentieth birthday, he had dinner at this hot pot restaurant. ...

More than twenty minutes have passed, but the rain has not stopped yet.

Shen Boyan was a little anxious because of what he suddenly realized. He looked out the window frequently, but never found a good time to break out of the rain.

Cheng Wenjun wanted to advance the offensive strategy and was not in a hurry to leave. He only talked to Shen Boyan from time to time.

"Is there a lot of delicious Chinese food abroad?" He chatted about unnutritious topics, "I have been on business trips several times, but I have never had a few good meals."

"Not too much." Shen Boyan replied absently, "As long as you can eat it."

"Oh, can Xiaoyan cook by himself?" Cheng Wenjun asked again, "I think he can."

Shen Boyan didn't want to pay attention to him.

At this moment, the rain finally stopped a little as expected. Shen Boyan saw the right opportunity and interrupted Cheng Wenjun's endless questioning: "The rain has stopped, let's go."

Cheng Wenjun choked. Shen Boyan ignored him, pushed the door open, and rushed straight into the heavy rain.

Despite his psychological expectations, the heavy rain that fell from the sky still gave him a severe chill.

When Shen Boyan finally broke into the hot pot restaurant, Cheng Wenjun slowly trotted from the other end of the car to the door.

Both of their clothes were soaked through. Fortunately, it's not the season to turn on the air conditioner yet, so it's not that cold after being steamed by the heat from the hot pot in the room.

The waiter came up to him: "You are..."

"You two." Shen Boyan shook the water on his hand and answered.

The waiter led the two of them to find an empty table. When Shen Boyan saw Cheng Wenjun turn on his mobile phone to scan the QR code, he said, "You order it."

"Don't you want to see what you're going to eat, Xiaoyan?" Cheng Wenjun looked up and asked him while wiping his face.

"No. Just don't order seafood." Shen Boyan said casually.

He suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure passing behind Cheng Wenjun.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Shen Boyan stood up suddenly.

"Ah, go ahead." Cheng Wenjun agreed unconsciously.

Shen Boyan walked towards the direction where the figure disappeared. As soon as he entered the bathroom door, a towel was put over his head.

"Wipe it." It was Meng Xinqiao's voice.

Shen Boyan said "Oh".

"Today is really unlucky." Meng Xinqiao said while wiping his hair, "I didn't expect it to rain so heavily."

"Really." Shen Boyan's head was under the warm towel, his eardrums There was a hazy rubbing sound next to it.

"I thought you had already planned it."