"Miss Xiao, do you want me to send it for you?"

"No, I'll give it myself."

"Okay, please slow down."

Xiao Zi took the insulation box and went out to take a taxi.

The rain was a little crazy today, and it was still pouring heavily until now. However, even after getting into the car, her coat fell into rain and her umbrella couldn't hold on.

She has been to Qiao's house and recognizes the group building.

However, when she stood in front of Meng Chen, Meng Chen was still stunned for a moment.

"Why are you here?" Meng Chen thought she wouldn't come, so he almost asked his assistant to order food for him.

The documents on the table were piled up like a mountain, and Meng Chen's fatigue was swept away when he saw her.

"I'm afraid you'll starve to death."

Xiao Zi opened the insulation box and placed the dishes on the table in the compartment.

Meng Chen walked over and took a look. They were all his favorite dishes.

His taste has not changed much since childhood, but he did not expect that after many years, she still remembers it.

"Which did you do it yourself?" Meng Chen rolled up his sweater sleeves.

"you guess."

"Don't guess, you must be the one you make."

Xiao Zi instantly burst out and pushed him away: "Then don't eat it, don't eat it anyway. I told you that it's all made by me, so it's all unpalatable."

Meng Chen pressed her hand, grabbed her wrist, and took her to his arms without letting her move.

"Have you eaten?" His low voice rang in her ears, with magnetic and warmth.

"Didn't you see me bringing two meals?"

"Oh, eat together."

Meng Chen can't remember how long he hadn't had a meal alone with Xiao Zi, and it seemed that he was in London last year.

That period was probably the most satisfying period of time.

There may be less and less time together.

"Let go." Xiao Zi glanced at him indifferently, his hand still wrapped around her waist.

"Sit beside me? Can you?"

"Can you say no?"

"Whatever you want is good." Meng Chen's tone was a little helpless, and in his helplessness there was deep pampering.

He really let go of his hands.

Xiao Zi didn't argue with him, so she lowered her head and brought him rice and chopsticks, and sat side by side on the sofa with him.

It rains outdoors, but it is rare for quiet and warmth to be indoors.

Meng Chen tasted the dish she made, and the taste was OK. Compared to Xiao Zi, who knew nothing before, she had made a lot of progress.

Xiao Zi just lowered her head to eat silently and did not talk to him.

She looked particularly serious when she was having a meal, with her hair hanging down and her eyes calm.

Sometimes, Meng Chen would turn his head and just see her delicate side face, with a little indifferent tranquility in her rosy face.

He knew that she had never wanted or demanded, had no ambitions, and even if she went in and out of the romantic place, she could not hide the simplicity in her heart.

Meng Chen would not know how many more times he would get along with him at such a close distance.

He reached out and lifted her hanging hair behind his ears.

In this way, she can see her appearance more clearly.

Xiao Zi turned her head and met his gaze.

Her olepine bamboo shoot hand paused: "Look at what I do, don't you eat? Or do you think I'm better than rice."

"I don't know if you have any food to eat." Meng Chen took over her extremely ambiguous words, and there was a deep light in his eyes, and his throat moved slightly.

"Senior Brother Meng, women are almost the same. It must be worse than the food. You shouldn't know..."

Xiao Zi lowered her head calmly and continued to eat.

Meng Chen didn't say anything anymore, looking at her with cold eyes.
Chapter completed!