Pampering

Said it didn't matter, but in the end he was forced to open the door.

Cheng Zhan's face was as black as charcoal, and his eyes were sharp and he looked at Ding Shu Mukuro's words.

Ding Shuxu..."

He paused, and turned his side to let Cheng Zhan look.

Cheng Zhan raised his eyes and met the teasing gaze of his parents.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the corridor changed.

Ding Tang touched the tip of his nose, and said with a guilty conscience: "Mr Cheng."

He really didn't mean it, he really didn't dare to offend the two who came here. If you want to change it to someone else or something else, even if you put a knife on his neck, Ding Ling's arm is changed to Juemei Nuo Lao Tao Kanggu.

It's not that he doesn't know who is going inside.

Cheng Zhan looked at the two, his expression slightly adjusted.

"Parents, why are you here?"

Zhao Minghui and Cheng Jin looked at each other. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Cheng Zhan: "Why? Can't we come and see you?"

Cheng Zhan: "..."

He was silent and said softly: "No."

Zhao Minghui raised her eyebrows and looked at him and said, "Have you had lunch? Your dad and I have just returned from a trip. I want to find you for lunch."

Cheng Zhan didn't speak up.

Cheng Jin followed up and asked, "Is there still something left to be dealt with?"

"...No."

Cheng Zhan had a headache, and he was not sure if Xiang Yueming was willing to meet his parents here.

"You wait for me."

Zhao Minghui raised her eyebrows. Before she could say anything, Cheng Zhan suddenly closed the office door again.

She was stunned, then turned to look at Ding, and then realized something: "...is there someone in Cheng Zhan's office?"

Buval zinc

Zhao Minghui choked and stared at him: "Why didn't you say it before?"

Ding Fei chats.

Cheng Jin smiled and looked at her: "You didn't give Assistant Ding a chance to speak, did you?"

Zhao Minghui choked and suddenly became nervous: "Is my future daughter-in-law inside?"

Ding Jianshen nodded.

"It's over." Zhao Minghui looked at her husband nervously: "You said if I don't come, will I be able to hold my granddaughter in the near future?"

Cheng Jin cleared her throat and gave her a look: "What? Cheng Zhan is not such a person."

"Oh."

Zhao Minghui glanced at Ding and the warning was obvious.

Ding Zhuanpan said bluntly: "Madam, I didn't hear anything."

Cheng Jin smiled and thought: "Is it a bit abrupt for us to come like this?"

Just as Zhao Minghui was about to nod, the office door opened again.

Cheng Zhan looked at the two and asked: "Mom, what do you want to eat?"

Zhao Minghui looked at him: "Is Xiao Yueer with us?"

"Ok."

When the door was just opened, Cheng Zhan didn't close it again.

Xiang Yueming went into the bathroom to patch up her makeup, and then happened to hear Zhao Minghui's voice when she came out.

How should I say, embarrassment, other messy emotions, and the same tension.

She came to disturb Cheng Zhan when he was at work, and she didn't know what Cheng Zhan's parents would think.

not yet

When Xiang Yueming's tension was over, she saw Cheng Zhan closed.

The two looked at each other silently, embarrassment spreading endlessly.

Cheng Zhan approached her and asked in a low voice, "Should I go to dinner with them?"

He seriously said: "Meet me?"

Embarrassed, Xiang Yueming looked at him bitterly: "Just now--"

Cheng Zhan wanted to laugh a little: "What just did?" He squeezed to Yueming's cheek and said softly: "My parents are not the ones who care about this. She likes you very much, and always wants to see you."

Xiang Yueming helpless: "It seems impolite not to go."

"It's ok."

Cheng Zhan comforted and said, "Go if you want, don't go if you don't want to."

Xiang Yueming hugged his arm and sighed, nervously: "Are you sure your parents will like me?"

Cheng Zhan smiled: "OK."

He said: "I like it, they all like it."

Xiang Yueming blinked and didn't struggle anymore.

"Then go."

Evasion is not an option.

Cheng Zhan curled her lips and smiled and squeezed her hand to relieve: "Don't worry, there is me."

"……Ok."

Before finishing this meal, Xiang Yueming felt that she couldn't really rest assured.

-

Cheng Zhan's parents get along better than Xiang Yueming imagined. The two didn't ask her about her in the office.

After meeting to say hello, Zhao Minghui looked at the lunch box she put on the dining table, and was slightly surprised: "Are you here to bring food to Cheng Zhan?"

Xiang Yueming nodded.

"Aunt Xu did it?"

Xiang Yueming paused, and said embarrassed: "I did it."

When Cheng Zhan arrived, he unexpectedly looked at her: "Did you cook today?"

Xiang Yueming: "...Well, it's very simple."

Zhao Minghui raised her eyebrows and looked at Cheng Zhan for a few seconds: "Don't talk to us, hurry up and finish processing your documents. We will go to dinner. Your dad is calling to order food."

Just now he was going to leave, but Cheng Zhan had documents to deal with temporarily, and the few people were not in a hurry. They simply waited for him to deal with them before going to dinner.

Cheng Zhan: "..."

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have no position at all.

After being fierce about Cheng Zhan, Zhao Minghui turned to look at Xiang Yueming, and said with a smile, "Can Auntie try it?"

Xiang Yueming nodded: "But...I don't know how to cook, and I don't cook very delicious."

"It's okay."

Zhao Minghui waved her hand and said casually: "You can't just make Cheng Zhan cheaper."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She nodded, silently thinking in her heart that maybe after Zhao Minghui tasted it, she wouldn't say anything like this again.

She has to admit that her cooking is really bad. Just today this dish was made, and Aunt Xu's remote command helped.

More importantly, even so, the taste is too good.

Zhao Minghui couldn't help laughing as soon as he opened the food box.

"Cooking for the first time?"

Xiang Yueming felt embarrassed and touched the tip of his nose, and said, "Yes."

Zhao Minghui nodded and applauded: "Not bad, better than Cheng Zhan."

Xiang Yueming was silent. She doesn't know how Zhao Minghui is boasting

Just talk, do you want to eat something? "

Xiang Yueming still shook his head: "No, I will do what I want, so please work hard."

Cheng Zhan: "Good."

Because of Xiang Yueming's presence, Cheng Zhan rarely got off work on time.

When the two left, the assistant secretaries behind Ding Ling Yueba were relieved.

"It's not the same to have a girlfriend. Mr. Cheng can also get off work on time."

"That is necessary, Mr. Cheng is reluctant to wait for his girlfriend for too long."

"Who said that Mr. Cheng and his girlfriend have a bad relationship? They are going to stick together. They are now conjoined babies."

...

Xiang Yueming didn't know that in the eyes of Cheng Zhan's employees, he had become the kind of person who "let the emperor come back early".

She sneezed and rubbed her nose, a little confused.

Cheng Zhan looked at her: "What's wrong? Have a cold?"

"No."

Cheng Zhan frowned and touched her forehead: "The season has changed recently. If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me in time."

As he said, he looked at the clothes on Xiang Yueming, "Do you want to go shopping?"

Xiang Yueming was taken aback, raised his eyes to look at him: "Shopping?"

"Ok."

Cheng Zhan clasped her fingers and whispered: "Buy you clothes."

Hearing this, Xiang Yueming laughed: "Aren't you the most annoying shopping?"

Cheng Zhan had accompanied her in a low-key manner before, and he had gone halfway, and he felt bored.

After that, Xiang Yueming did not dare to call him again.

Cheng Zhan paused for a while, thought about it, and said, "If I accompany you, it shouldn't be possible."

Xiang Yueming raised his eyebrows, reminding him without any kind of politeness: "You did it before."

"..."

Xiang Yueming looked at him and asked with a smile, "Did you forget?"

Cheng Zhan was silent: "No."

Xiang Yueming hummed lightly, with an arrogant expression: "You just have it."

Cheng Zhan conceded: "Sorry, it's my problem."

He squeezed the palm of her hand and promised: "It will not be this time."

Xiang Yueming rolled her eyes and said without hesitation: "That's OK, I will take you around today."

Cheng Zhan: "..."

There was a vague premonition that was not so good.