President Mo, Your Ex-Wife Ran Away Again!

The next day, Xia Cheng woke up because of too much sleep.

She couldn't sleep when she slept alone, but during the few nights she slept with Su Zhan, she woke up magically staying in his arms, and she did not appear in a messy sleeping position.

Xia Cheng stretched out her finger to follow his facial features in mid-air. She used to be naive, but she was doing it at this moment. There was a sweet taste in her heart.

When they were together, they were tired every night. She hugged and slept together. She had no other thoughts except to want to hug. She was pure sensuality. Now, she did nothing but hugged and fell asleep, but she felt very different. .

She thought, maybe she liked him a little bit.

Seeing that he moved, Xia Cheng hurriedly withdrew her hand and closed her eyes.

But his breathing became even again.

Xia Cheng's throat started to itch again. She wanted to cough, trying to hold back the cough. She gently moved his hand on her waist and got out of the bed carefully. When she arrived in the living room, she coughed violently.

She washed in the bathroom outside and then went to the gym.

She is busy at work, and the gym is not very useful when it is practical. There is nothing else but a treadmill, a yoga mat, and a rope for practicing yoga.

I haven't practiced yoga for a while, so she chose to practice the simple ones first.

Xia Cheng was sweating all over, immediately refreshed, but inevitably she would still cough a few times from time to time, but compared to yesterday, it was a lot looser.

She wiped and sweated out of the gym with a towel, only to see Su Zhan wandering in the kitchen, and smelling the scent, the meal should be ready.

Xia Cheng was taken aback: "It's not that you got up when I got up, right? You can sleep a little longer."

"It doesn't matter. During the two days off, I slept a lot alone at home. You have a cold and it is not good to eat outside. I made some light meals for you. You take them to the company to eat at noon."

As Su Zhan said, he closed the last lid, looked back at Xia Cheng, and smiled: "Hurry up and take a shower, and wait for you to come out and have breakfast together."

His maturity is too inconsistent with his actual age.

There is no sloppy sloppyness in doing things. Taking care of people is better than her mother. If such a boy misses it, she will probably regret his death.

Xia Cheng suddenly wanted to hug him.

She did the same. She stepped forward and hugged his waist and said hoarsely, "Thank you."

Su Zhan didn't expect that she would take the initiative to hug him. She was surprised and forgot to hug him back. When he reacted, she had already stepped back and said embarrassedly: "I'm all sweaty, it smells bad." I will take a shower."

Xia Cheng said and turned to the bedroom.

Just two steps away, the boy was hugged into his arms from behind, and a hoarse voice rang in her ears: "It's all your taste, it's very fragrant."

The corners of Xia Cheng's mouth turned up involuntarily, and she blurted out if she was a little bit coquettish: "Nonsense, where someone smells of sweat, let go, I'm going to take a bath."

She was shocked when she said the words, her voice sounded so charming?

What a shame.

Xia Cheng's face blushed, and she broke free of his hand and rushed to the bedroom.

She dried her hair after the shower, changed her clothes and came out. Almost forty minutes later, she deliberately threw her shame aside. She smiled and walked to the dining table: "What did you eat this morning?"

"Cooked vegetable porridge, wait until you get better from the cold, and then cook other delicious food for you." Su Zhan smiled and brought her the porridge at just the right temperature.

Xia Cheng took a sip and nodded appreciatively: "You make porridge very delicious. You can eat this if you don't have a cold. I really like it."

"Okay, then we will eat porridge occasionally." Su Zhan looked at her indifferently.

Xia Cheng touched his focused gaze, and her heart began to lose control of the beating frequency, but she did not remove the eyes that met him, pursing her lips and smiling.

Su Zhan felt her change and was ecstatic.

...

Xia Cheng brought the lunch bag into the company, but because she had brought breakfast to share with everyone, when she brought the lunch bag into the company again, it did not arouse everyone's curiosity, thinking she had brought some snacks.

There are a lot of lunch boxes in the company, and some of them are tired of working meals and can make them by themselves. They often bring them by themselves.

At noon, everyone who brought a lunch box went to the pantry to use the microwave oven.

Xia Cheng waited until they had almost used it. There were no microwave ovens, but there were still people eating in it. She was surprised when she saw her go in.

"Ms. Xia also brought his own lunch?"

Xia Cheng smiled slightly and let out an "um".

She opened the bento box and found out that this big-looking bento box was stacked in three layers, with soup on the top, two dishes in a box underneath, and a meal in it.

The soup is a very clear chicken soup, a slice of asparagus fried meat, a slice of cucumber, carrot and black fungus. The color looks very beautiful, although it is light, it still gives people a delicious feeling.

The microwave oven can't hold so many at one time, and the summer orange is heated in two times.

During the heating process of the previous dishes, there was already a fragrance spilling out, which attracted everyone in the pantry to look over.

"Mr. Xia, your food is delicious."

Xia Cheng smiled, not modest: "I think too."

Because of her lack of modesty, her colleagues let go of it a lot.

When her food was hot, she couldn't help but leaned over to take a look.

"Wow, I often cook these kinds of dishes. Why don't they look so good? This looks very appetizing, Mr. Xia, I really can't tell, your cooking skills are so good!"

Xia Cheng just wanted to say that she didn't do it, and the door of the pantry was opened.

Bai Wenjian saw Xia Cheng in it, and came in with the food that he had hugged him: "You are here, I think you have a cough, and I didn't go to dinner today, so I packed a fan for you back, don’t thank you too much. Mine is just smooth."

Xia Cheng hasn't answered yet, a colleague speaks for her.

"Mr. Bai, your fans give me something to eat, okay? After seeing Mr. Xia's own food, I don't want to eat this."

"Bring it yourself?" Bai Wenjian was taken aback, and looked at Xia Cheng.

Xia Cheng raised her chin to the bento: "Well, thank you for your convenience, I want to eat these today."

"You made it yourself?" Bai Wenjian glanced over, surprised, and then reached out to get it: "You can eat the powder, and you can eat the bento for me. Let's change it again."

"No!" Xia Cheng tightly guarded the lunch like an eagle guarding a chicken: "I want to eat."

"You can do it yourself tomorrow." Bai Wenjian wanted to fight for it again, and he wanted to try Xia Cheng's craftsmanship.

Xia Cheng quickly put away the bento box, ready to take it to her office, and said, "I can't do it again."

Bai Wenjian froze for a moment: "Who did it for you?"

Isn't she the one who lives alone, and someone else makes lunch for her?

"Your mother is here?" Bai Wenjian asked tentatively when she saw that she didn't answer.

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