Xu Zhengan pushed down his glasses, put down the documents in his hand tactfully, and walked out of the office.
As soon as they left the door, the eyes of all parties' inquiring immediately shrank back quietly, but the smell of gossip in the air was difficult to eliminate.
Needless to say, the whole company will have to spread it within five minutes.
Xu Zhengan sighed.
In the room, Qin Songyao immediately stood up when he heard the door closed.
During the movements, the hair was tucked over Bo Siyan's shoulder again.
The man's eyebrows slightly closed and was about to speak when he heard her say, "How is my acting?"
play?
He covered the pen cover with no strength and no good face.
Qin Songyao didn't mind either. She walked to the dining table and opened the meals one by one.
"The dishes you want are quite a few."
Bo Siyan took a look and didn't believe it, "What did you do?"
Qin Songyao looked serious and said confidently: "It was made by yourself."
How long does it take to prepare sixteen dishes?
She didn't have to do anything this morning and just made lunch for him at home?
The man's face was gloomy and gloomy. He seemed a little unhappy in the last second, but the next second, there were signs of ice and snow melting.
He sat down at the dining table, glanced at the "fruit plate" in front of him, looked up, and glanced at Qin Songyao.
It is said to be a fruit plate, mainly because the so-called sixteen dishes are all in a nine-cluster lunch box, and each dish only has a few bites.
Qin Songyao blinked, "Try it."
Bo Siyan picked up a piece of chicken leg meat, but smiled, "What is this?"
“Braised chicken legs.”
"You only braised chicken legs with half a braised chicken?"
Qin Songyao's face was not flushed or breathless, and said, "I tasted it before it was released from the pot, and by the way, I also helped you pick the bones. The most perfect piece of meat is in front of you."
Bo Siyan hummed lightly and swept the other dishes.
Do you think he is stupid?
He picked up a note next to the lunch box and threw it to Qin Songyao from the air.
Qin Songyao looked down.
Thirty-one.
Oh, ad card.
She took it over without changing her face and said, "There is a family next door in the forty. If you dislike the bad thirty, I will spend a huge amount of money tomorrow to give you some fresh food."
Bo Siyan: "..."
He put down his chopsticks, leaned back, looked at her with a faint look and said, "It's very difficult to let you cook a dish now, right?"
She doesn't do anything serious all day long.
I ask for his protection, but I dare to fool it!
Qin Songyao was very calm and put a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin into his mouth.
"I remember it very clearly. You said that you don't like eating the dishes I cook." She smiled and said, "So don't worry, Mr. Bo, I will never make things difficult for your stomach."
She also put down her chopsticks, looked at him, and said word by word: "The dishes I cook will never poison you."
In other words, I will never plan to cook for you in my life.
Bo Siyan looked at her steadily, didn't say anything for a while, and sneered after a moment.
"If you have such a good memory, then remember what you said today. If you ask me to eat your food again, you will slap yourself in the face with tactfulness."
Qin Songyao shrugged and raised his chin.
It's impossible.
She would never wash his hands and make soup for him.
After a brief silence, Bo Siyan stood up and picked up the chopsticks again.
Qin Songyao was surprised. She thought he wouldn't eat it.
The man opened the disposable chopsticks, washed them with mineral water, and frowned and picked up the food.
He said coldly: "If you don't want to do it, let the aunt at home do it, otherwise don't come and send it to you."
Who will make trouble for?
Qin Songyao silently threw the advertising card silently.
It was originally made by my aunt, and she couldn't afford to eat his precious stomach.