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Wen Mian pursed her lips, shook her head and said, "It's nothing."

Pei Zhiyao didn't ask further questions. He put the dinner plate in his hand on the table. It was the dinner he made himself.

The delicious food is steaming, filling the entire restaurant with a tempting smell.

He sat opposite Wen Mian and looked at her tenderly: "Eat it, otherwise it won't taste good when it gets cold."

His voice was low and soft, like the melody of a cello.

Wen Mian lowered his head to look at the food on the table, gently picked up a piece of chicken and put it into his mouth, chewing it carefully.

The chicken was tender and juicy, with a light fragrance that made her squint her eyes slightly.

Pei Zhiyao looked at her satisfied expression and felt warm in his heart.

"good to eat."

It's not that she doesn't know how to cook, she just doesn't like the greasy feel of the kitchen.

Only when facing Pei Zhiyao could she truly let go of the resistance in her heart.

Seeing Wen Mian taking the first bite of the dish, the smile in Pei Zhiyao's eyes deepened.

He gave Wen Mian a piece of green vegetables with chopsticks and said, "Eat more vegetables."

After saying that, he put another bowl of soup into her bowl: "This soup is pork rib soup, drink more."

The way Wen Mian ate obediently made Pei Zhiyao feel particularly cute and cute.

The lighting in the restaurant is soft, creating a warm atmosphere. The tableware and food on the table all exude an attractive aroma, which whets your appetite.

Pei Zhiyao's movements were natural, as if it was just an inadvertent movement, but Wen Mian could feel his care and care.

She lowered her eyelids slightly to hide her inner emotions. The happiness at this moment made her feel a little unreal, as if it was all just a dream.

After finishing the meal, Pei Zhiyao took the initiative to clear away the dishes, while Wen Mian sat in the restaurant in a daze.

If Zhang Huasheng’s matter continues to be investigated.

Is it right or wrong?

Her thoughts drifted far away until Pei Zhiyao's voice brought her back to reality.

"What are you thinking about?" Pei Zhiyao asked while washing the dishes.

Wen Mian came back to her senses, shook her head and said, "It's nothing." She didn't want to tell Pei Zhiyao what she was thinking.

I always felt it was a bit too childish.

Pei Zhiyao didn't say anything more, he continued to clean up the mess on the dining table.

His movements were skillful and swift, as if it was just an accidental movement.

But Wen Mian could feel his attentiveness and consideration.

After clearing away the tableware, Pei Zhiyao walked to Wen Mian and sat down.

He looked at her and asked, "What's wrong with you today? Something feels wrong. Is it because you were frightened by Zhang Huasheng's incident?"

There was some worry and concern in his tone.

Wen Mian bit the corner of his lip: "It's okay, I've recovered."

Seeing that Wen Mian was unwilling to say more, Pei Zhiyao didn't ask any more questions.

He took her hand and rubbed it gently: "If you need my help in any way, please tell me at any time."

His voice was gentle but firm.

Wen Mian raised his head slightly and looked at Pei Zhiyao with gratitude in his eyes.

She whispered: "Thank you, Zhiyao."

"Between you and me, there is no need to say thank you." Pei Zhiyao's eyes were full of doting, "As long as you are willing, I am willing to stay with you."

Wen Mian's heart was touched, and she knew that this was the warmth she had always longed for.

The two smiled at each other, and the lights in the restaurant seemed to become softer.

The next day, they went to the company together.

In the office, huge floor-to-ceiling windows stand quietly. Sunlight shines through the glass and softly onto the light yellow walls, bringing a touch of warmth to the room.

The sunlight danced on the window glass, forming golden beams of light that illuminated the entire office.

Pei Zhiyao was sitting on a luxurious leather chair, his figure looking solemn and calm under the sunlight. (End of chapter)