Pampering

The office is spacious, bright and quiet.

The breathing of the two intertwined, their lips and tongues lingering together.

Xiang Yueming was still holding the lunch box tightly in her hand, so nervous that her heart reached her throat.

She blinked lightly and looked at the man close at hand.

Cheng Zhan bit her lip with a low voice, "Concentrate."

Only then did Xiang Yueming close his eyes and immerse himself in his kiss.

The two kissed for a long time, and then Xiang Yueming pushed him on the shoulder: "Don't you eat?"

Cheng Zhan said "um", his Adam's apple rolled: "I can eat you first."

"..." Xiang Yueming choked and glared at him, "Cheng, please pay attention, this is your office."

Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows and didn't answer her face-to-face, but the expression in his eyes represented everything. It's not that the two of them haven't messed around in this office.

Sometimes Xiang Yueming couldn't help but reflect on himself, why did he understand the emotion and meaning in his eyes so quickly.

She understood in seconds, and silently opened her eyes: "You are so annoying."

It's annoying, but it doesn't really dislike him.

Cheng Zhan smiled and took the lunch box in her hand: "What is delicious?"

Xiang Yueming hummed softly: "Man and Han Feast."

Cheng Zhan smiled: "That mother should not have this ability."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She was speechless and had to admit that Cheng Zhan was right. Zhao Minghui's culinary skills are also very average, not very good at cooking. It is said that when she was in love with Cheng Zhan's father, she also did not touch the water with her fingers and never did these things. I know how to cook because I have Cheng Zhan. I feel that other children’s mothers often cook for their babies, and she has been studying for a while.

Thinking about it, Xiang Yueming was inexplicably looking forward to her and Cheng Zhan's children.

She didn't know, if they had children, would she try to learn so hard, how to treat her well, and how to love her more.

"What do you think?"

Cheng Zhan pulled her to the side and sat down, amused seeing her sluggish little expression.

Xiang Yueming regained his senses, looked at him with his cheeks, and said nothing.

Cheng Zhan didn't care about her look either. He brought out the food in the lunch box and opened it, standing up and saying, "I'll get two pairs of chopsticks."

"Ok."

After Xiang Yueming finished responding, she realized that she had forgotten to take the tableware. She laughed and pinched her eyebrows and said, "I forgot."

Cheng Zhan looked back at her and said, "Um", "Normal."

Xiang Yueming occasionally gets a little confused, and it is not the first time Cheng Zhan has discovered it.

He is willing to accept all her good and bad things.

Taking the tableware back, Xiang Yueming ate two bites with him.

"How about it, has mom's cooking improved?"

Cheng Zhan looked at her with a bowl, and said silently, "To tell the truth?"

Xiang Yueming nodded.

Cheng Zhan was not polite at all, and said calmly, "No."

"..." Xiang Yueming choked and took another bite: "Don't you think it tastes better than when I first visited your house?"

When she and Cheng Zhan went home for the first time, Zhao Minghui also made a special dish for her.

That's right, it's just a pork ribs that Xiang Yueming likes, and the others are made by the aunt at home.

Xiang Yueming couldn't say that the dish was not delicious, but it was indeed not that delicious, and there was even too much salt. Today, everything is normal.

Cheng Zhan: "..."

He pondered for a long while, looked at Xiang Yueming and said, "It was probably nervous that day."

Xiang Yueming nodded like understanding.

Cheng Zhan smiled: "My mother has always been this cooking skill, don't expect too much."

He whispered: "Next time you don't want to eat, you can tell her to rest and let Auntie do it."

Xiang Yueming smiled: "I didn't want to eat, I just think it's better than last time."

Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows, ruthlessly: "No."

"..."

Xiang Yueming didn't get too tangled with him on this issue, he said that if there is no, there will be no.

She looked around and asked in a low voice, "Are you busy today?"

"It's fine."

Cheng Zhan looked down at her: "Tweeted it?"

Xiang Yueming was taken aback, "Ah" and said, "Didn't you see it?"

If she remembered correctly, she had seen Guan Bo's repost just now on the way here. If it weren't what Cheng Zhan said, Guan Bo wouldn't have the guts to forward it.

Cheng Zhan: "I saw it just after the meeting."

Xiang Yueming was stunned for a few seconds, "You didn't arrange the official blog forwarding?"

Cheng Zhan had a meal and said with a smile: "The xs63 office should be spacious, bright, and quiet.

The breathing of the two intertwined, their lips and tongues lingering together.

Xiang Yueming was still holding the lunch box tightly in her hand, so nervous that her heart reached her throat.

She blinked lightly and looked at the man close at hand.

Cheng Zhan bit her lip with a low voice, "Concentrate."

Only then did Xiang Yueming close his eyes and immerse himself in his kiss.

The two kissed for a long time, and then Xiang Yueming pushed him on the shoulder: "Don't you eat?"

Cheng Zhan said "um", his Adam's apple rolled: "I can eat you first."

"..." Xiang Yueming choked and glared at him, "Cheng, please pay attention, this is your office."

Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows and didn't answer her face-to-face, but the expression in his eyes represented everything. It's not that the two of them haven't messed around in this office.

Sometimes Xiang Yueming couldn't help but reflect on himself, why did he understand the emotion and meaning in his eyes so quickly.

She understood in seconds, and silently opened her eyes: "You are so annoying."

It's annoying, but it doesn't really dislike him.

Cheng Zhan smiled and took the lunch box in her hand: "What is delicious?"

Xiang Yueming hummed softly: "Man and Han Feast."

Cheng Zhan smiled: "That mother should not have this ability."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She was speechless and had to admit that Cheng Zhan was right. Zhao Minghui's culinary skills are also very average, not very good at cooking. It is said that when she was in love with Cheng Zhan's father, she also did not touch the water with her fingers and never did these things. I know how to cook because I have Cheng Zhan. I feel that other children’s mothers often cook for their babies, and she has been studying for a while.

Thinking about it, Xiang Yueming was inexplicably looking forward to her and Cheng Zhan's children.

She didn't know, if they had children, would she try to learn so hard, how to treat her well, and how to love her more.

"What do you think?"

Cheng Zhan pulled her to the side and sat down, amused seeing her sluggish little expression.

Xiang Yueming regained his senses, looked at him with his cheeks, and said nothing.

Cheng Zhan didn't care about her look either. He brought out the food in the lunch box and opened it, standing up and saying, "I'll get two pairs of chopsticks."

"Ok."

After Xiang Yueming finished responding, she realized that she had forgotten to take the tableware. She laughed and pinched her eyebrows and said, "I forgot."

Cheng Zhan looked back at her and said, "Um", "Normal."

Xiang Yueming occasionally gets a little confused, and it is not the first time Cheng Zhan has discovered it.

He is willing to accept all her good and bad things.

Taking the tableware back, Xiang Yueming ate two bites with him.

"How about it, has mom's cooking improved?"

Cheng Zhan looked at her with a bowl, and said silently, "To tell the truth?"

Xiang Yueming nodded.

Cheng Zhan was not polite at all, and said calmly, "No."

"..." Xiang Yueming choked and took another bite: "Don't you think it tastes better than when I first visited your house?"

When she and Cheng Zhan went home for the first time, Zhao Minghui also made a special dish for her.

That's right, it's just a pork ribs that Xiang Yueming likes, and the others are made by the aunt at home.

Xiang Yueming couldn't say that the dish was not delicious, but it was indeed not that delicious, and there was even too much salt. Today, everything is normal.

Cheng Zhan: "..."

He pondered for a long while, looked at Xiang Yueming and said, "It was probably nervous that day."

Xiang Yueming nodded like understanding.

Cheng Zhan smiled: "My mother has always been this cooking skill, don't expect too much."

He whispered: "Next time you don't want to eat, you can tell her to rest and let Auntie do it."

Xiang Yueming smiled: "I didn't want to eat, I just think it's better than last time."

Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows, ruthlessly: "No."

"..."

Xiang Yueming didn't get too tangled with him on this issue, he said that if there is no, there will be no.

She looked around and asked in a low voice, "Are you busy today?"

"It's fine."

Cheng Zhan looked down at her: "Tweeted it?"

Xiang Yueming was taken aback, "Ah" and said, "Didn't you see it?"

If she remembered correctly, she had seen Guan Bo's repost just now on the way here. If it weren't what Cheng Zhan said, Guan Bo wouldn't have the guts to forward it.

Cheng Zhan: "I saw it just after the meeting."

Xiang Yueming was stunned for a few seconds, "You didn't arrange the official blog forwarding?"

Cheng Zhan had a meal and smiled and said, "It should be