Nan Song felt that her brother was just a timely gesture to save her from the crisis, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yu, I did have an appointment with someone today. Let's wait for another day. If you have time another day, I'll treat you to dinner."

Yu Jinwen was repeatedly rejected, but he was not embarrassed. He just asked her seriously, "Okay. When is the next day?"

He really broke the casserole and asked to the end, and would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Nan Song's heart was filled with anger, and he forced himself to hold it down, smiling softly and saying: "Wait until the day when you are willing to give me the small enamel bowl."

He wouldn't be willing to give it to her anyway.

Yu Jinwen's eyes darkened, as if he thought about it carefully, and then said: "Okay, then tomorrow."

Nan Song: "..."

"I'll come to pick you up at six o'clock tomorrow night. I won't disturb you anymore. I'll say goodbye."

Yu Jinwen finished speaking loudly, nodded slightly, and left with He Zhao and others.

Nan Song stared at his retreating back, a little dazed, and asked Gu Heng, "Did he say it wrong, or did I hear it wrong? What is he going to do?"

Gu Heng said: "You said that if Mr. Yu is willing to give you the small enamel bowl, you can treat him to a meal. He said yes, and he will pick you up at six o'clock tomorrow night. To sum up, at six o'clock tomorrow night, you can treat Mr. Yu to a meal.

, Mr. Yu brought the small enamel bowl and gave it to you."

There's nothing wrong with the logic.

Nan Song frowned, "Who promised him?"

Gu Heng blinked innocently: It’s not me anyway.

The thought of having dinner with Yu Jinwen tomorrow night made Nan Song feel bad. He even lost his appetite for sea urchin.

Nan Song picked up Nan Lin and together they went to the Japanese food store that Bai Qi had ordered.

Bai Qi knew that Nan Lin had abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side, and he completely regarded her as one of his own. He greeted Nan Lin warmly, and glanced at Nan Song, who had a sad look on his face. "What's wrong, haven't you been craving this for a long time? This sea urchin is fresh

, try it quickly.”

Nan Song said "hmm" and started eating.

Nan Lin looked at the depressed eldest sister with worry on her face, not daring to speak or ask. She looked at Gu Heng opposite with doubtful eyes and asked him silently: What's wrong with eldest sister?

Gu Heng shook his head towards her and signaled to her: It's okay, don't worry.

He pushed the sushi in front of Nan Lin, "If you are not used to salmon, just eat this. It will satisfy you."

Nan Lin nodded obediently and smiled gratefully at him.

On the long street opposite the Japanese food store, Yu Jinwen silently watched Nan Song sitting by the glass window and eating. Opposite her sat a handsome man in white clothes. It was none other than Bai Luyu, the seventh son of the Bai family.

The seventh son of the Bai family is also a figure. To the outside world, he is also a cold and noble young man, but for some reason he is extremely attentive in front of Nan Song.

Just picking up the food and wiping her mouth...isn't it a bit too much!

Yu Jinwen's deep eyes looked extremely cold in the night. He felt inexplicably unhappy when he thought of Nan Song rejecting him in every possible way just to date other men.

He Zhao sat in the passenger seat, hung up the phone, and reported to Yu Jinwen, "Mr. Yu, I asked someone to bring the small bowl back from the museum and send it to Nancheng tomorrow."

Yu Jinwen said lightly "Yeah".

He Zhao thought for a while, but couldn't help but said: "Have you thought about it? You like those four small bowls so much that you are willing to give them away like this?"

Yu Jinwen is a collector. He Zhao has been with him for so long and has never seen him give anything out on his own initiative. This is the first time. The curator of the museum found it incredible and asked three times, "Mr. Yu must have said it himself."

Of? Who are you going to give it to?"

He Zhao confirmed it and told the curator that it was to be given to his ex-wife. The old curator then raised his eyebrows and said with deep meaning, "Then this is a sign of a resurgence."

"...Can you change the word?" He Zhao's mouth twitched, "reunited" would be fine.
Chapter completed!