The leisure time in the morning came to an end with the laughter of Chi Xueyan in the ripples of a cup of coffee that was almost overturned.
However, it's not the coffee on the Heqiao table.
Chi Xueyan quickly hung up the purposeful phone, but it took a long time for the people downstairs to put away their mobile phones and looked back at the tablet on the coffee table.
Chi Xueyan no longer observed the coffee shop with a telescope, because the vague imagination was more interesting.
For example, at this moment, he couldn't see whether the picture on the screen had ended the pause, so he didn't know whether He Qiao was watching the commercial sample or looking at the screen.
But Chi Xueyan saw a familiar figure at the same time, walking steadily out of the coffee shop, holding a coffee cup in his hand, and carrying something like breakfast, carrying a bag on his shoulder.
It's Mr. Huang of the music department who speaks slowly.
He is looking for an empty seat outside, and it seems that he is going to sit down for a leisurely and slow breakfast.
The combination of cold winter and hot coffee can always bring some illusory inspiration to those who are engaged in art.
Then, Mr. Huang suddenly saw the company owner who suddenly appeared outside the coffee shop today.
The coffee in his hand almost overturned. While he hurried to help, he probably reflexively shouted Mr. He.
Chi Xueyan on the inside of the glass window couldn't hear it. It was guessed, because when he saw He Qiao raised his head and looked at him, he also responded politely.
He looks very calm and composed.
And take good care of the mood of subordinates.
After greeting the company employees he met by chance, He Qiao looked at the other party sitting in the only empty seat not far away, and slightly adjusted the direction of the seat to make the sight of the two tables completely staggered, lest the employees feel uncomfortable.
Then he lowered his head again and looked at the computer in his hand.
It seems to be the same advertisement, with similar bright colors.
... Sure enough, he is distracted.
Beige sweater, brown coffee, gorgeous but still screen, and dark green umbrella.
With such a strong impression, Chi Xueyan turned around with a smile and began a new day's work.
Receive visiting patients, coax children, and tell stories.
The air is filled with the illusory aroma of coffee, and ordinary days are no longer the same.
In the already blooming life, a strange and fresh branch suddenly grew.
In the long past, Chi Xueyan has always thought that love is an ocesable thing. In addition, he is a picky and trouble-worry person.
Therefore, he felt that he would not be as keen as Su Yu to experience the very different taste of love with different people.
His curiosity about the world is never in interpersonal relationships.
If there really is a day when vines grow in the heart, Chi Xueyan is enough as long as it can bloom a flower.
The selection conditions will naturally be more demanding.
Of course, once the flower becomes withered and no longer suitable in the future, he will pick it without hesitation.
Now he hasn't decided what flowers he wants.
But He Qiao has cleverly found a taste that will attract him.
Near noon, Chi Xueyan took the time to pick up her mobile phone and prepared to choose a takeaway as usual for today's lunch.
The next second, this idea was dispelled by three unread messages on the lock screen.
[Xiao Eleven sent a picture]
[Xiao Eleven: The company's menu for lunch today.]
[Xiao Eleven: Do you want to come over for dinner?]
Chi Xueyan clicked on the picture at the top and saw a particularly familiar dish name at a glance.
He laughed dumbly, did not hesitate much, and quickly replied.
This is probably the most obvious weakness in Chi Xueyan.
I don't like to cook, and I often mess around when I'm alone.
If he wants to chase himself, he should start from this point.
But he can't do it in the stupidest way, such as putting the breakfast he bought on his desk, and he will buy it himself. He only thinks it's a waste.
It should not be a way of being enthusiastic but crossing the boundary. For example, cooking with his own hands and bringing it to him. He doesn't like to trouble others, and it may not suit his taste.
And this lunch is finally just right.
At noon, in the restaurant of Wanjia Media, the employees finished the morning's work and came to cook for dinner one after another.
The morning working hours of media companies and dental clinics are different, but the noon breaks are about the same.
Today's restaurant has a special atmosphere.
The employees' idle talk is more common, and most of them are deliberately light. On time, someone secretly looks at the most eye-catching table in the restaurant.
It's not because the boss of the company rarely comes here. In fact, Mr. He comes to the restaurant for dinner every day. Everyone has long been used to it.
It's because of the person sitting opposite him.
Except for the day of the housewarming ceremony, Mr. Chi appeared in the company's restaurant for the first time.
He looks very good, even more beautiful than all kinds of stars and artists that employees come into contact with from time to time. What's more, he doesn't have filters and no makeup. He really sits in the same restaurant and eats the same lunch with everyone.
Many employees speered at them, including Secretary Li, who was sitting nearby.
There is a door in the president's office, but there is finally no door in the public dining room.
This made Li Feifei feel refreshed.
I don't know why Mr. Chi came to have lunch today, but from his impression, it seems not surprising that he does anything.
The picture of the boss and his lover chatting and eating together is really pleasing to the eye, which makes Li Feifei look at the dishes on her plate again and feel that the color of meat and vegetables is particularly suitable.
Even the new dish that first appeared in the restaurant is no longer so strange.
Speaking of which, why is there a squirrel fish made of potatoes?
Although it is quite delicious, it is sweet and sour, especially appetizing.
Li Feifei decided to add some more dishes.
When she passed by the dining table, she subconsciously slowed down and listened to everyone's conversation seriously.
Mr. He asked, "Is it similar to what you ate in the canteen that day?"
Mr. Chi said, "Almost. Today's one seems to be a little more delicious."
"It seems that the recipe is more suitable for your taste." Mr. He's tone was very natural, "Do you want to eat real squirrel fish in the same way at noon tomorrow?"
Hearing the words, Mr. Chi looked at his lover, and a smile suddenly flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen through something.
But he didn't say anything more, but just answered softly.
The sunlight outside the glass window fell on his fair cheeks, which set off his dazzling hair color, and his arrogant temperament was unforgettable.
It turns out that this is the reason why new dishes appeared in the company's restaurant.
She even knew in advance what new dishes would be available tomorrow.
Secretary Li, who was damered by the smile, involuntarily went to catch a new potato squirrel fish.
It seems to be sweeter and sour than the one I ate a few minutes ago.
When she swit the boss left the restaurant with her lover and returned to the clinic opposite, she felt that she had been washed by the sweet and sour squirrel fish from the inside out.
She thought that there seemed to be something different between Mr. He and Mr. Chi who had just seen.
In fact, she has always felt that the relationship between the two is very good.
But today, not only did we have lunch together on a heh, but Mr. He, who has a regular schedule, also appeared near the company an hour in advance.
This is what Xiao Huang of the Music Department said.
It is said that he came out after buying breakfast and bumped into the big boss. He was so scared that he almost wasted a cup of coffee. Fortunately, he didn't spill it on the boss.
But listening to Mr. Huang's slow-tone gossip is really anxious and eager to get into his head.
Moreover, Li Feifei and the melon-eating crowd listened for a long time, but they still didn't understand why Mr. He appeared in the cafe downstairs early in the morning and sat for an hour.
Is there any special scenery?
However, Xiao Huang, who comes to this cafe for breakfast every day, didn't find anything.
Secretary Li wondered curiously that there would be squirrel fish made of fish in the restaurant tomorrow. Will there be Mr. He in the cafe tomorrow?
Facts have proved that they all have them.
In the early morning, Mr. Xiao Huang witnessed Mr. He working in front of the coffee table again.
At noon, the squirrel fish successfully caught the second lunch together.
It also made Chi Xueyan change the location of the lunch break.
Yesterday, he went straight back to the clinic after dinner, pulled up the blinds as usual, and took a nap in the office.
There is no comfortable bed with a wide and soft bed.
So when He Qiao left the restaurant at noon today and asked him if he wanted to go to the office for lunch break, Chi Xueyan did not refuse.
Anyway, I've come here for dinner. I'll just wait for the lunch break to end before going back.
The right menu, the right question.
All the changes that are happening quietly are logical.
However, the bait of the real and fake squirrel fish has been used up, and there is no opportunity to open the third lunch for the time being.
In fact, Chi Xueyan rarely thought about what he would eat tomorrow, whether it was up to the cook to decide, or whether he did whatever he wanted, and ordered whatever he thought of.
But at this moment, sitting on the spacious sofa in the president's office, he did imagine how to spend noon tomorrow.
Do you eat takeaway in the office of the clinic or home-cooked food in the restaurant of the media company?
What will attract him?
While Chi Xueyan left the unknown of the chase to He Qiao, He Qiao also brought the unknown chase to him.
The new game One Thousand and One Nights.
He likes the metaphor that suddenly appears in his life more and more.
Chi Xueyan thought so and gently turned the pages in her hand.
After dinner, he walked around the company casually. It was not suitable for bed and was not too sleepy, so he nestled in the sofa and read a book.
The book was taken casually from the bookcase in the lounge. When Sheng Xiaoyue came to see them before, she brought a lot of books that she thought were worth reading.
It is basically a book about the way of marriage management.
Chi Xueyan usually thinks that this kind of books are all nutritious chicken soup, but Sheng Xiaoyue has carefully selected these books, which are not disgusting. At least they are similar to his concept of love and marriage, which can be called healthy chicken soup.
For example, the theme of this book in your hand is to maintain independence and self after marriage, and learn to enjoy one's happiness.
And what Chi Xueyan doesn't need to learn is this. He knows too well how to enjoy a person's happiness.
So he is going to turn over casually to kill the time to make him feel sleepy.
In winter, the sun is clear, and the indoor temperature is just right. Chi Xueyan is not wearing a coat, and a small blanket is covered with a small blanket on her knees. The atmosphere is as soft, warm and lazy as the sofa.
He Qiao sat behind the desk and dealt with the afternoon's work in advance.
The quiet room was filled with the sound of flipping pages and the quirping of the pen.
Chi Xueyan gradually began to feel sleepy and lost his thoughts. He remembered that in the past autumn, there was a similar scene in this office.
At that time, he was degrively writing notes about the plot of the novel, and he never thought of asking for other places.
Now, he doesn't plan to continue to sort out that note.
While closing the book in his hand, Chi Xueyan also raised his eyes and looked at the person behind the desk.
He really looked at Shangheqiao.
It's just that in addition to the increasingly undisguised affection recently, there seems to be a trace more... helpless?
Chi Xueyan suddenly thought of something and looked down at the cover of the book in her hand again.
"Single Life After Marriage"
The title of the book is very suggestive, which is aimed at the relationship between the two at this stage.
After a brief shock, Chi Xueyan couldn't help laughing.
He swore that he didn't mean it. He took a random book on the bookshelf.
Everything is just right.
Crossing the transparent air, He Qiao saw the man sitting on the sofa wrapped in a blanket and smiling wantonly. He raised the book in his hand to him and took the initiative to ask, "Do you want to take a picture and send it to your mother?"
"This is her heart - you haven't read these books yet, have you?"
He Qiao has indeed never seen it.
Because it is not at the stage where marriage can be managed for the time being.
He really wants to keep this moment that makes people feel both sad and happy.
Chi Xueyan just allowed this action.
So he put down the pile of documents and took photos carefully with his mobile phone.
The focus of the picture is the bright eyes.
At the same time, He Qiao did not forget to take a very clear picture of the title of the book in his hand and send it to his mother in a very suggestive way.
The mobile phone rang quickly.
Sheng Xiaoyue called immediately when she saw the news.
But she didn't understand her son's silent accusation, but asked happily, "Let's have a lunch break together today? Does Xiaochi like this book? I think what the book says is very reasonable!"
"...He likes it very much." He Qiao paused and then said, "Thank you, Mom."
Sheng Xiaoyue heard a hint of insincereness and said in surprise, "Heh, why does your tone sound a little reluctant?"
He Qiao didn't say anything, as if he didn't think about how to answer.
In the silence of her son, she suddenly reacted and couldn't stop laughing.
"How can you even be jealous of the title of the book?"
The mother on the other end of the phone laughed and teased him: "We have been married for less than half a year, and it's still like the period of passionate love. You really like Xiaochi..."
He Qiao responded, "Well, I like it very much."
It's not the period of passionate love.
But he likes Xiaochi very much.
There was a faint familiar laughter in the microphone, and I couldn't hear the specific sentences clearly.
Chi Xueyan only heard He Qiao answer like twice. The first time should be talking about a book, and the second time I didn't know.
It was probably the title of the book just now that made him sober up with laughter. Now his sleepiness faded away, and he didn't want to enter the lounge.
He Qiao was answering the phone, so he also put down his book and picked up his mobile phone.
The latest news displayed in the circle of friends is also the professional avatar of lawyer Su full of elite temperament.
This is the most passionate person among all the friends Chi Xueyan knows who regards love as the most interesting thing in the world.
Every day, when it's break time, he begins to post fragmented thoughts with authority in his circle of friends, from temporarily dignified and decent sentences during the day to a long string of cute and cute sentences without reason at night.
Chi Xueyan generally ignores it. Anyway, if something major happens in the relationship, Su Yu will definitely bomb him in private chat alone.
What he is now browsing is a normal midday love perception, with only two exclamation marks at the end of the sentence.
[Su Yu: Every stage of love is very interesting!!]
And Chi Xueyan was still listening to He Qiao's phone call.
The gentle, calm and slightly helpless magnetic sound, like the fragrance of coffee, floats in the golden air in winter.
So he smiled and moved his fingertips.
[Shahryar gave a thumbs up]