The little fish became more and more engaged as he ate until his belly was full. Then he put down his knife and fork with satisfaction and wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, with a sweet smile nurtured by delicious food.
Master Tou spent most of the time in the meeting. From beginning to end, the two of them didn't talk much.
Until, Miss Yan got up and prepared to go back to her room.
Bang! Master Tou closed the computer and raised his head.
The video conference is over!
Yu's relaxed body immediately tensed up. When he met Master Toru's eyes, he felt nervous and said without thinking, "It's very, very delicious... thank you..."
The young master tilted his head and asked, "What's delicious?"
"...Uh...dinner..."
"Why thank me?"
"Because..." Xiaoyu's voice stopped abruptly.
Only then did she remember that others didn't know that she knew that Master Tou cooked for her. Her words clearly revealed that she knew that Master Tou cooked for her and she even let Master Tou know about it. Even though she knew it, she pretended not to know.
Treat it as a takeaway without saying a word.
Ahhhhh!
She is a mess!
"Like it?" The young master did not embarrass her, he just raised his eyebrows and asked.
After getting along for a while, Xiaoyu already clearly understood the narcissistic and proud nature of a certain young master, so he nodded hurriedly and said in a nonchalant way, "I like it, I like it very much, I like it even more than Ah Huang..."
Ah Huang?
man?
It fits the names of those strong men pulling crops on her phone...
Master Tou felt a little unhappy.
"Don't get me wrong!" Xiaoyu saw the change in the elder brother's face and hurriedly explained, "I'm not saying you are like Ah Huang. Although Ah Huang is just a dog, he is very beautiful, clean and loyal, especially the body.
The orange scent of the same series as yours is the best. Every time I smell the scent of Ah Huang, I want to hug him. It’s a pity that Ah Huang is old and no longer available. Otherwise, you can meet him. The smell is really good.
Yes, you..."
The words stopped abruptly again.
Miss Yan suddenly realized what she was talking about, and suddenly realized for herself what it means to say too much and make mistakes!
She saw Master Tou slowly getting up and walking slowly over.
She saw Master Tou approaching her step by step, his eyes half-closed, and she couldn't tell whether he was looking charming or murderous...
In short, Miss Yu feels that she has been tragic, extremely tragic, and she brought this tragedy on herself.
She finally stopped explaining and gave up on herself. Dejected and hopeless, she asked the tall man standing in front of her: "Mr. Nangong, as long as you don't kill me, I can do whatever I want..."
"Hold me." The young master put his hands in his trouser pockets and whispered the order.
Yu was stunned, then raised his head and looked at him as if he were a madman. He just said Mao? Hug, hug him?
"Don't you understand?" The young master raised his eyebrows, his eyebrows still indistinguishable.
The fish trembled, spread its arms, hugged his waist, gave him a loving hug, and put its face against his warm and steady chest, lying on its belly and rubbing it, not daring to speak.
"Does it smell good?" the young master asked.
"It smells good." He answered truthfully.
"like?"
"like."
"Well, from now on, Miss Yan is allowed to hug me without permission." The young master said again.
Xiaoyu whimpered, lay on his chest, and said obediently, "Oh... I remember."
The young master stared at the little head lying in his arms and smiled with satisfaction.
The little guy still knows when to resist and when to let go so as not to endanger himself. It seems that he is raising a fish that is wise and ignorant.
Master Tou hummed and walked towards the study. Only then did Xiaoyu realize the current situation and let go. He stood aside obediently and lowered his head.
It wasn't until Master Tou disappeared around the corner of the stairs and entered the study that Xiaoyu silently walked up to An Yan who was clearing away the dishes behind him, and asked sadly: "Uncle An, you didn't see anything. Tell me, you didn't see anything just now."
You didn’t see it, right?”
She looked like a loser just now, taking the initiative to hug someone and trying to please the pervert. She was so embarrassed by the people's police!
"Miss Yan, I'm in good health and there's nothing wrong with my eyes. How could I not see it?"
Uncle An looked sincere, and at this moment he was inexplicably stunned.
Xiaoyu held his head in shame, rolled back to the room in tears, and went to self-examination——
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An Yan shook her head and smiled. Just when she was about to pick up the dinner plate and walk to the kitchen, the phone in her arms rang.
He took out his mobile phone and saw the caller's number. He paused and felt a little incredulous, but he still raised his hand and pressed the answer.
"It's me, An Yan." He introduced himself as usual and spoke.
The other party is silent.
He held the phone and was silent.
He stood while she sat in an empty palace in a distant country, saying nothing to anyone.
Just like that, there was silence for a long time, so long that An Yan silently recorded how many times she breathed and how many times she held the phone tightly and wanted to put it down.
Half an hour, an hour, an hour and a half...
Click!
The phone has hung up!
An Yan listened to the busy tone, lowered his head, looked at the call time that showed the word "Mrs.", closed his eyes, and whispered softly, "Qingcheng, I'm sorry..."
It was rare for her to take the initiative to call, but he was so stupid that he said nothing and couldn't even explain.
Maybe she will never forgive herself again.
Just like just now, no matter how silent or deadlocked it is, there is still hope.
But she didn't expect that the final result would still be the same. It would still be the determination and sadness that she felt when she cut off the phone call.
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The call was suddenly cut off, and Bai Qingcheng was stunned.
She stared at the luxury phone made of gold and diamonds, and listened again in disbelief. It was indeed a cut off busy signal...
Hang up on her?
An Yan, who has worked hard for more than ten years, never said a word to herself, and married herself, would actually hang up the phone on Queen White?
this!
This is simply unforgivable!
Bai Qingcheng bit her lip in anger, raised her hand, gritted her teeth and continued to pick at it, with an expression of overwhelming anger and an expression of vowing to make the problem clear.
And when the White Queen dialed the phone for thirty seconds, she suddenly became even more angry.
(Thank you dear 15808053144, joyjoy118 for giving me silent gold medals, dear mrs__ for giving silent red envelopes, dear 18290448692 for giving silent flowers, okay! ^_^)