Song Xia did not expect Shen Yan to be so calm. However, she could not understand Shen Yan. Shouldn’t Shen Yan talk more about her relationship with Fu Hang?
Song Xia used her utensils to pick up the food that Shen Yan ordered. She ate it slowly. “The food that Miss Shen ordered is really delicious. It suits my appetite very well.”
“Feel free.” Shen Yan naturally understood what Song Xia meant.
Song Xia wanted to say that not only did she want to eat her dishes, but she also wanted the person beside her, Fu Hang.
“Miss Song, aren’t you afraid that you will be stuffed after eating so much?” Shen Yan asked curiously.
“Of course not. I won’t eat anything that doesn’t taste good. I only want to eat the good ones,” Song Xia said with a smile.
Shen Yan smiled faintly and said, “Miss Song is right. This is the truth. These dishes don’t have the right to choose because the right to choose is in the hands of the person, isn’t it?”
What Shen Yan meant was that Song Xia could choose the dishes at will, but the person that Song Xia had her eyes on would not be as easy as choosing the dishes.
Song Xia’s action of eating the dishes paused slightly. After swallowing the food, she said, “Miss Shen, do you want to try my dishes?”
“No, I don’t like dishes that have been touched by others,” Shen Yan said with a smile.
Song Xia’s face became even uglier. She asked with a gloomy face, “Is Miss Shen like this when she is at the table with others?”
Shen Yan looked at Song Xia with a puzzled face and asked, “What are you talking about, Miss Song?”
“Germaphobia?”
“Yes,” Shen Yan said frankly.
When Song Xia thought of the scene where Shen Yan had a meal with Fu Hang, her face became more and more gloomy.
She raised her eyes to look at Shen Yan. When her eyes met those sparkling eyes, the anger in her eyes could not be more obvious. She felt that Shen Yan was openly mocking her.
“Miss Shen must be hungry. Why don’t we eat first!” Song Xia said through gritted teeth.
Shen Yan answered with a smile and lowered her head to eat quietly.
After Shen Yan finished eating, she saw that the food in front of song Xia hadn’t been touched yet. She pretended to be puzzled and asked, “Miss Song, do you have a bad appetite?”
“A little,” song Xia said and took out her phone. She took out a photo and handed it to Shen Yan, “I heard that Miss Shen had a crush on Fu Hang for more than ten years. After the divorce for more than a year, Fu Hang left the Fu family and the two of you gradually got together. There are some twists and turns in the relationship between the two of you.”
“I know that Miss Shen never left Fu Hang, but Fu Hang did other things behind your back.” When Song Xia said this, she was like a proud peacock.
Shen Yan looked at song Xia in bewilderment, and her gaze fell on the photo on her phone again. The person in the photo was exactly the appearance of Song Xia and Fu Hang at the dining table.
Coincidentally, she received these photos.
Shen Yan swiped a few times, and it was indeed the photo that she had seen yesterday. She looked at Song Xia with a smile and said, “So the photos yesterday were sent to me by Miss Song!”
Hearing Shen Yan’s words, the smug look on Song Xia’s face instantly froze. She blinked her eyes and looked at Shen Yan in confusion. “Miss Shen, what did you say? When did I send you photos?”
Shen Yan took out her phone. When she saw the photos yesterday, she had even taken them with her phone. She handed them to Song Xia and said, “Look, are these the photos?”
Song Xia leaned over to take a look, and her face completely darkened.
“Someone sent me these photos yesterday morning. I even returned them to Fu Hang,” Shen Yan said with a smile.
Song Xia held back her anger. She never thought that Shen Yan would have seen these photos before. Her face was gloomy, and she instantly felt like a clown.
However, since things had come to this, she definitely couldn’t admit defeat.
Song Xia’s mind was in turmoil, but she still commented on the photos. She asked casually, “Does Fu Hang think that the photos look good?”
“He didn’t say that.” Shen Yan thought of how Fu Hang had commented on the photos with a straight face yesterday, and the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but curl up.
Song Xia’s brows were tightly knitted.
