"The driver of Guangyuan Film and Television Company sent it here, saying that you knew." The secretary glanced at Li Wanmu and took the things out of the paper bag.
The three dishes and one soup were all her favorite dishes. The aroma was particularly enticing, and Li Wanmu's stomach rang twice at the right time. Yes, she hadn't eaten yet and was hungry.
There is also a note in the paper bag: Li Wanwan, eat well.
Li Wanmu threw the note into the trash can and waved to her assistant, "It's okay, go ahead and get busy."
She lowered her head and worked on the contract again. Li Wanmu found that her work efficiency had dropped significantly. She thought about it, pushed the contract aside, carried the lunch box and put it on the coffee table, and was about to start eating.
"Mr. Li." The secretary came in and knocked on the door, "Mr. Pan is here."
Li Wanmu looked up and Pan Yan was also standing at the door.
She quickly put down her chopsticks and covered the untouched lunch box, "Mr. Pan, why are you here?"
Pan Yan glanced at the fast food she was eating and said, "I came to take a look when I was passing by. I disturbed your meal."
"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, I'm not hungry yet."
Somehow, being slapped in the face was always so unexpected, and Li Wanmu's stomach rumbled again.
Suddenly, embarrassed——
"Um...well, I'm sorry."
Pan Yan's handsome face moved slightly, the corners of his mouth raised, and his smile was clean and gentle, "I haven't eaten either. I'm hungry too. Can we eat together?"
Glancing at the already large amount of food, Li Wanmu immediately said, "It's convenient, these are spicy dishes. I asked my assistant to buy two more non-spicy dishes."
"No, it's enough to eat.
Kung pao chicken, boiled fish fillet, fish-flavored eggplant, stir-fried lettuce, three delicacies soup. Do you like Sichuan food?"
"Yeah, but Mr. Pan, you don't seem to like spicy food."
Pan Yan's smile deepened, and he raised his head to look at Li Wanmu, with a pair of penetrating eyes, "How does Wanwan know?"
Li Wanmu had never seen Pan Yan's expression before. She was stunned for a moment and quickly continued, "Xiao Pan always mentioned to me that he also likes spicy food, but every time I eat with you, there are no spicy dishes on the table.
, I feel so wronged. Hahaha.”
She then smiled and said, "I feel like he is lying to me. Mr. Pan, you obviously eat spicy food."
Pan Yan eats very politely and chews carefully. Xu has been rich in wealth since he was born, and his every move can be copied and used as a template by the stamp.
After a while, everyone was almost done eating. Pan Yan put down the chopsticks and bowl in his hand and said, "Divide."
"Hmm? Mr. Pan, what did you say?"
Pan Yan clenched his fists, his face remained calm, and his tone was light and disappointed, "Wanwan, have you forgotten again?"
"What should you call me?"
Li Wanmu blurted out, "Brother, Brother Pan."
Pan Yan curled his lips, and his thousand-year-old iceberg face became more gentle just for her, "Be good."
Li Wanmu smiled naively, and took two more bites.
Pan Yan finally had a chance to take a good look at her. His eyes moved up and he suddenly asked nervously, "What's wrong with your forehead?"
"How did you get hurt?"
"There was a little accident. It's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore." Li Wanmu was so startled by him that she couldn't hold the chopsticks steadily and dropped them.
She quickly covered it with her hair. It was a little hot after eating just now, so she lifted her hair up.
Pan Yan raised his hand, paused midway, and then slowly lowered it, "What accident? The wound is not small."
"Uh...it's nothing, it's really just an accident." Li Wanmu deliberately lowered her head to avoid looking at Pan Yan's disappointed eyes, and shouted loudly, "I've finished eating too. Secretary Wang is here to help me put it away."
Secretary Wang responded and Li Wanmu continued working.