Max Leveled Boss is Forced to be Pampered by Others

However, most of the people in the class played well with Chi Wan, even if they were in doubt, they would not speak out.

There were only a few outspoken ones who sneered directly: "But in my opinion, your sister doesn't look like an ignorant poor child at all."

Especially that indifferent temperament, which is more charming than some daughters who have been pampered and raised, but it is also inviolable.

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lunch time.

Because of his bland temper, he didn't like excitement at first glance, and the students around him didn't invite Chi Wei to have dinner together.

Chi Wei tidied up the textbooks on the desktop casually, and gently pushed open the office door.

Today's Fu Shiyan changed into a black windbreaker, leaned lazily on the seat, sitting casually, with long legs that had no place to rest lazily overlapping each other, lowered his eyes, and played with the pen in his hand. waited for so long.

As if he heard the sound of "squeaking" the door opened, the man raised his eyes, the originally cold eyes suddenly changed into a different expression, and raised his eyebrows wickedly: "Weiwei..."

"Call the teacher." Chi Wei put down the plastic bag in his hand and frowned.

As he spoke, his eyes fell on a table of meals.

There is her favorite sweet and sour fish, shrimp dumplings, and a bone broth that looks very good.

This student of hers is really good at cooking.

Having already paid for the meal last time, Chi Wei was not polite, took the chopsticks from the man, and started eating.

Every time she eats, her cheeks puff up like a little hamster hoarding food, which is also a rare time for her to be cute.

Fu Shiyan pursed his lips, watching her quietly, and gently stroked the place where she had touched when he handed the chopsticks with his fingers.

One slice was piping hot.

The fundus of the eyes is also ignited with waves.

Even Chi Wei couldn't ignore that scorching gaze.

After swallowing a mouthful of shrimp, she followed Fu Shiyan's gaze—it happened to land on the soup she packed.

Could it be that he wants this soup?

The little girl paused, and then looked at Fu Shiyan carefully, from beginning to end, from left to right, scanning everything, and finally showed a caring smile like an elder: "You are too thin, Xiao Yan."

"Drink some tonic soup."

After the words fell, the pile of soup had already been pushed down to Fu Shiyan's hand.

Chi Wei didn't feel guilty.

Qiao Chuchu's cooking skills are too dark to be flattering. The soup is cooked according to the recipe, but it still has a strange taste, but it is a good intention. It would be too sad if it was thrown away.

It's just right to make up for Fu Shiyan.

Fu Shiyan: "..."

The soup was divided into three small bowls, which seemed to be three different types, but the man didn't have time to distinguish, but his eyes flashed: "Xiao Yan?"

Chi Wei blinked his eyes, but didn't hear the doubts. Seeing that the other party didn't make any next move, he just thought he was embarrassed, so he couldn't help showing an encouraging smile from the elder again:

"This is the soup cooked by your grandma."

"You drink more."

"With the teacher, you don't have to be polite."

Fu Shiyan: "..."

The original evilness in the slightly squinted phoenix eyes turned into helplessness, the man let out a light snort, and finally, as if surrendering, he picked up another spoon at hand.

Then his complexion froze, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he finally drank the soup.

Facing Shangchi's unconcerned gaze, he said calmly: "It tastes good."

...

As soon as these words came out, Chi Wei's complexion changed, and his worry that was not deep at first became more serious in an instant, and his small and beautiful fingers were caught off guard on Fu Shiyan's wrist, feeling his pulse.

Good boy, how can you say that you are crazy?

Mother-in-law's soup must be delicious! (Xiao Yan faints from crying in the toilet)