After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 290 Girl a Flower
I located a shopping mall not too far from the hospital, and there was a Yunnan restaurant with pretty good ratings.

As night fell, it was dinner time, and there were quite a few guests.

The warm yellow lighting is very atmospheric, and there is a Dai girl's rattle on the table for ordering dishes.

Nan Song asked Si Zhe what he wanted to eat.

Si Zhe poured water for her and said softly: "Sister, just give her some water. I can do that."

Taking into account the appetite of athletes, Nan Song ordered steam pot chicken, roasted fat sausage wrapped in milk and tofu, old Kunming chicken shredded foam rice noodles, and grilled Dai Fenghua Snow Moon Fish.

I also ordered a pot of rice stuffed with sweet osmanthus.

"Is it enough?" Nan Song asked Si Zhe.

Si Zhe smiled and said, "That's enough. I can't eat much tonight. If it's not enough, I'll order more."

Nan Song handed the menu to the waiter, "Let's serve these first."

The food was served quickly. Nan Song served Si Zhe a bowl of chicken soup and used chopsticks to pick up a large piece of chicken for him. "Eat more, replenish your body, and you will lose weight."

"Well, sister, you should also eat more."

Si Zhe had a bright smile and a handsome face sitting across from him, which made people very appetizing just looking at him.

The two chatted while eating.

"How is the priest doing now?"

Nan Song has been so busy recently that he doesn't pay much attention to the affairs of Nanxing Media. He only had a brief chat with his third brother He Shen a while ago.

Si Zhe said: "Brother is doing well. The filming in Qingcheng has been completed. I can go back to the Dasheng Film and Television Base to shoot in the next few days. It is close to Nancheng. I can go visit the class after the training camp."

Nan Song nodded, "Let's check the time then. If I have time, I'll go visit the class with you."

"Okay."

Si Zhe's eyes were bright, "Sister, when will you return to Nancheng?"

"It's just the past few days. I'll go back before Chinese Valentine's Day. I still have some work to rush back to deal with."

Nan Song took a sip of the sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine, which was mellow and tasted very good.

Si Zhe nodded, looking at Nan Song sitting under the light, with red lips, white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows, he just felt that the beauty was delicious.

"Sister," he said hesitantly, "you went to the hospital today. Is a friend sick?"

Nan Song paused slightly and said calmly: "Well, he's a little injured. I'll go over and take care of him."

Si Zhe's heart tightened when he saw Nan Song's expression darkening to the naked eye, but he still couldn't help but ask.

"Is it your ex-husband, Mr. Yu?"

Nan Song raised her eyes to look at him and smiled slightly, "I know quite a lot."

"I saw the news."

Si Zhe pursed his lower lip, "The news said that President Yu of the Yu Group acted bravely and blocked a blow for a lady. Although they didn't say who it was, I guessed it was my sister."

"it's me."

Nan Song was very calm. He raised his head and drank another glass of rice wine. His voice was light and he said, "His stick was blocked for me."

Si Zhe looked at Nan Song's dazed and lonely expression, and felt very unhappy, blaming himself for provoking this unpleasant topic.

"I'm the one who talks too much. Sister, don't worry about it. Just forget it if you don't want to say it."

Si Zhe picked up the serving chopsticks and put a piece of roasted tofu on the plate in front of her, "This tofu is cooked well, you can try it."

Nan Song really didn't want to affect his mood by mentioning his ex-husband in such a pleasant atmosphere, so he moved the topic elsewhere.

"How are you doing lately? Is training hard?"

"Fortunately."

Si Zhe took a sip of chicken soup, "It's just that after joining the national team, the intensity of training has increased a lot, and I don't have so much time to help out in the restaurant."

Nan Song's eyes lit up, "Have you made it to the national team?"

"Yeah." Si Zhe nodded.

"That's great, congratulations! Our little Zhe is outstanding."

Nan Song happily picked up the chicken soup and said, "Here, let's drink chicken soup instead of wine to greet you."

Si Zhe was slightly surprised, "Sister can also use Internet slang."

"What are you talking about? I'm a 5G surfer."

Nan Song glared at him.

Si Zhe said yes repeatedly, smiled, picked up the chicken soup, and touched the bowl with her, "Thank you, sister."

Nan Song asked him to focus on training. The restaurant was short of manpower and could recruit people. For now, Si Zhe focused on basketball, and his cooking skills were the icing on the cake.Si Zhe nodded obediently, "I think so too."

"However," Nan Song changed the subject, "You can still have a relationship. If you have a girl you like, try to date her."

Si Zhe just took a sip of chicken soup and almost choked when he heard this.

"Excited about what?"

Nan Song's curled eyelashes trembled slightly and she smiled narrowly: "It seems there is something going on."

"No……"

Si Zhe lowered his head shyly and sipped the chicken soup in small sips, "My career is the most important thing now. I don't dare to talk about relationships unless I make some achievements."

"Career and love go hand in hand, but it's not like they can't go hand in hand."

Nan Song served him another bowl of chicken soup and encouraged him, "If there is a girl you like, chase her boldly. Our conditions are so good. You need to be tall and handsome. Are you afraid that you won't be able to catch up with her last time?" Go to your school, I see there are a lot of girls around you, pick the one you like. They say love in school days is the most innocent, but it’s a pity that I haven’t experienced it.”

Seeing the regretful look on her face, Si Zhe asked without fear of death, "Why, sister, no one chased you when you were in school?"

"Your sister and I never went to school."

Nan Song rolled her eyes at him lightly, and couldn't help but say: "Otherwise, the playground would be full of boys chasing me, believe it or not?"

"letter."

Si Zhe smiled and said, "I'll be the first one."

"It's really a face."

Nan Song smiled happily. It was much more comfortable to chat with his younger brother who had high emotional intelligence than to talk to a certain type of straight man with low emotional intelligence.

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The shopping mall is connected to the subway station. After dinner, Nan Song took Si Zhe to the subway entrance.

Si Zhe walked slowly, still not wanting to leave. He held his schoolbag strap in his hand, considered it again and again, and finally spoke.

"Sister, the national competition will be held after the training camp. Can you come and see it then?"

Nan Song asked: "When and where will it be held?"

Si Zhe shook his head and pursed his lips, "I don't know, not necessarily."

Nan Song smiled silently, "You don't know anything about this question, how can I promise you?"

"I want you to come."

Si Zhe looked at Nan Song with burning eyes, showing a hint of innocent persistence.

Nan Song rarely promised things that he might not be able to do, but looking at these innocent and bright deer eyes, he really couldn't help but refuse.

"Well, tell me in advance that as long as I'm in the country and there's nothing else important, I'll go and see him."

"Okay, then I'll leave you a ticket!"

Si Zhe became happy, as happy as a fool from a landlord's family.

Nan Song looked at him with a smile, "It's getting late. Don't go back. It will be bad if you go past the gate time. Let's go. Remember to tell me when you get to the training base."

"Okay. I'm leaving then, bye sister."

Si Zhe waved goodbye to Nan Song, turned back three times with one step, suddenly stopped at the elevator entrance, and turned back.

Nan Song watched him go and come back, "What's wrong?"

"Sister, if I win the competition, can I get a reward?"

Nan Song was startled, then smiled and said: "We haven't even competed yet. I just want to win and be rewarded... little guy, don't be so concerned about gains and losses."

She patted his head, but he looked at her steadily, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

"Okay~" Nan Song couldn't do anything with the child, "You train hard. If you can really win the gold medal, I will give you a reward."

"That's settled!"

Si Zhe ran away happily.

Looking at the figure running away, Nan Song couldn't help but murmured, "It's great to be young. If only I were seven or eight years younger, I would be like a young girl."

The bodyguards said: "You are also a young girl now, you are not old at all."

"Tsk, you can talk."

Nan Song suddenly became happy, "I'll send you a red envelope!"

The bodyguards were also very happy, thinking that they had been with Young Master Ye for a long time and had never eaten pork or seen pigs running away.

(End of this chapter)