ed out to press down on her skirt, afraid of a wardrobe malfunction.To her surprise, she touched Song Lin's arm. He supported her leg with his arm and conveniently pressed down on her skirt hem, his h...And his company is in the city center, a casual meal would cost him fifty to sixty dollars, and eating out for a whole month would cost a lot of money.

Driven by a mindset of not wasting food, Shen Yian put the remaining dishes into a blue lunchbox.

She thought the amount of food was a little too little, so she quickly evened out the portions in the two lunch boxes. After all, Song Lin is a man, it's okay for him to eat a bit more.

Well, Song Lin doesn't seem to like greasy food, and the green pepper beef shreds are a bit oily, but she loves it. She should eat more.

Shen Yian picked up more beef strips and put them in his lunchbox.

It's him who doesn't like to eat, not that she is stingy.

Who called him so picky

She was picking at the beef strips when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. She scrambled to close the lunchbox lid and shove it into her bag.

What is she ashamed of

After she was ready, she carried out two bowls of millet porridge from the kitchen.

"Good morning, Mr. Song,"

"Good morning."

Song Lin sat down slowly, his expression still calm, but no matter how he looked, his face was pleasing to the eye. Shen Yian couldn't help but take a few more glances.

But she was afraid of repeating last night's awkward situation, so she quickly lowered her head and handed Song Lin a bowl of millet porridge.

"Have breakfast. The pan-fried wontons are not too oily, they won't be greasy."

"Well, thank you."

Let's not beat around the bush, Song Lin's politeness made Shen Yi'an feel very comfortable. At least his efforts were recognized.

Song Lin savored a spoonful of porridge slowly. The aroma of rice was very strong, the consistency just right, and it felt very comfortable as soon as it entered his stomach.

He tasted another pan-fried wonton. The skin was crispy, and the meat filling was juicy and overflowing with broth.

It's way better than those bulk wontons.

Although it's just an ordinary, typical Chinese breakfast, for someone who has been eating too much coffee and bread abroad, he has to admit that Shen Yi'an's cooking is impeccable.

Song Lin couldn't help but glance at Shen Yian. He was still dressed in his usual old-fashioned way, but his face, unpainted with powder, was flushed and rosy, making the freckles on his nose seem more prominent, yet somehow rather charming.

"Are you hot"

"Huh" Shen Yian felt a little guilty and mumbled, "It's hot in the kitchen because I was cooking."

"Hmm."

Song Lin looked towards the kitchen. He didn't turn on the stove, so he had no idea cooking could be this hot.

Shen Yian put down his chopsticks under his gaze: "I'm full, I'm going to work."

Song Lin nodded lightly: "Hmm, just leave the bowl there. I'll wash it later."

"OK."

Shen Yian got up and entered the kitchen to take out two lunch boxes.

"Your lunch is pretty expensive, isn't it I made a bento box, you... if you don't like it, just buy something else."

She put down the blue bag and turned to go to the entryway to change her shoes.

Before putting on her high heels, she carefully wiped the shoe surface with a shoe polish cloth, showing special care.

Song Lin just wanted to say thank you, but seeing her love for the old shoes so much, he remembered what Shen Yi'an’s colleague had said.

This pair of high heels was given to Shen Yian by her ex-boyfriend, and she wore them for a whole three years.

Among the women Song Lin knew, there was no such thing as wearing a pair of shoes for three years, especially when they were already somewhat worn out.

It can be seen how much Shen Yian cares for Cheng.

If you love him so much, why marry him For money

Shen Yian changed his shoes and politely said, "Mr. Song, goodbye."

Song Lin's face turned slightly cold, he nodded and remained silent.

Shen Yian was puzzled. Wasn't everything fine just now

Well, that's just his personality. He's cold and aloof, eccentric.

She didn't ask any more questions, rushed out the door, afraid of missing the subway.

Song Lin heard the sound of the door closing and lost his appetite. He rolled up his sleeves, carrying the bowl and dishes into the kitchen, and was immediately met with a wave of smoke and fire.

Even with the windows open, it still felt stiflingly hot.

He frowned, placing the dishes in his hands into the sink and began washing them.

When he was about to wipe the table, he discovered that Shen Yian had already cleaned it up. He just had to wash a few dishes.

He listened to the sound of water, and for a moment couldn't fathom Shen Yian's thoughts.ger, looked at the two people and tacitly approved Wang Ruoqi's actions. He smiled and said, "Since you and Ruoqi are so familiar with each other, I think it's better to sign the contract now Why wast...