In the office, Cheng Jia's gentle voice penetrated into Wen Ran's ears through the solid wood door panel, gentle and brisk: "Mo Shao, I don't have money to buy any expensive gifts, so I had to cook a few dishes, and when we ate together that day, I saw that you like sweet and sour pork ribs and braised lion's head, so I made it, and I also made two dishes and made a soup, you can taste them all." ”

Wen Ran's eyes changed slightly, and she subconsciously pursed her lips.

Inside, there was a slight sound, which seemed to be the sound of Cheng Jia opening the lunch box, and then, Mo Xiuchen's voice sounded, indifferently alienated: "Cheng Jia, don't open it, I promised Ran Ran, I'll go home for dinner at noon." I appreciate your kindness. ”

Cheng Jia froze when he opened the lunch box, raised his head, looked at Mo Xiuchen softly, and said softly: "Mo Shao, how much do you taste, I spent a morning." Or I'll call Miss Wen and tell her that you won't be going back at noon. ”

Wen Ran's expression changed a little, resisting the urge to immediately push open the door and go in, and waited for another second, and heard Mo Xiuchen say: "If I miss the appointment and don't go back, Ran Ran will be angry." If you don't want to take it back, just leave it here, and I'll send it to the cafeteria in a while and give everyone more food at noon. ”

Hearing these words, Wen Ran was inexplicably happy, the corners of his mouth rose, and he raised his hand and knocked on the door without hesitation.

In the office, Cheng Jia's face turned pale because of Mo Xiuchen's words, and he wanted to say something, but there was a sudden knock on the door, Mo Xiuchen raised his eyes and looked at the door, and his tone was gentle: "Come in!" ”

Wen Ran pushed open the door and looked at the man behind the desk with a smile.

When the eyes met, a trace of astonishment flashed in Mo Xiuchen's deep eyes, and when his eyes touched the insulated lunch box she was carrying, a light smile appeared between her handsome eyebrows, "Ranran, why are you here!" ”

The voice of 'Ran Ran' spared the tip of his tongue overflowing thin lips, natural and kind, revealing a heart-warming tenderness, it seemed to have been called thousands of times, and Wen Ran's heart trembled.

As he spoke, the majestic figure came out from behind the desk and strode in front of her, from the moment she pushed the door open, he only had her in his eyes, and he completely regarded Cheng Jia standing in front of the sofa as invisible.

Wen Ran stood in the doorway, smiling as she watched him approach, the air that exhaled into her nose was gradually replaced by a clear and familiar masculine breath, and her heart beat uncontrollably.

The man's long figure stopped in front of her, his deep eyes swept over the insulated lunch box in her hand, and asked gently, "You came to bring me food?" ”

Wen Ran's fair face was covered with a thin layer of powder because of the changing emotions in her heart, and her gentle smile was more elegant and gentle than Cheng Jia's weakness, she nodded, and was about to speak, Mo Xiuchen suddenly grabbed her wrist, frowned and asked, "What's going on on the back of this hand?" ”

Wen Ran was slightly stunned, and when she met his concerned eyes, she felt a warmth in her heart, shook her head, and said in an indifferent tone: "I was accidentally burned by oil, don't worry about this for now, and taste whether the food I brought you is delicious." ”

Mo Xiuchen took the insulated lunch box in her hand, and asked pretending to be surprised: "Are you making these dishes?" ”

Wen Ran smiled playfully, and said, "I'll tell you if you taste it or not." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, standing in front of the sofa, Cheng Jia, whose face was slightly pale, couldn't stand their affectionate picture, and interjected: "Miss Wen, you can also cook?" ”