The president's face is gone

Chapter 214

After being touched by the back of his hand, Wen Yuran still unceremoniously picked up a chopstick of Dongpo meat and fed it to his mouth, before heading to the lounge.

"Well, good seven, save some for five."

With food in his mouth, Wen Yuran said vaguely, it is rare to eat such a delicious thing, he will not let go of the opportunity to eat.

Cheng Xiyue ignored Wen Yuran's words, and served a bowl of rice for Bo Sihan. Taozi prepared too much every time, and he and Bao Sihan couldn't finish it, so it was considered a good deed, Cheng Xiyue thought so.

Wen Yuran quickly came out of the lounge, saw that the two had started, and immediately rushed over dissatisfied.

"You two are very kind, there is no reason why the master starts to move before the guests come."

Squeezing between Bao Sihan and Cheng Xiyue, Wen Yuran spoke bluntly.

Bao Sihan glanced at Wen Yuran coldly, Wen Yuran didn't dare to yell anymore, and immediately picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating.

He is quite conscientious, knowing that he will have a meal for him, and it will not be in vain for him to come back from a long distance, and come here to tell him that tomorrow is No. 15 again.

Last month, NO.15 and Cheng Xiyue were abroad, and I heard that there was nothing wrong, so this time Wen Yuran planned to let Bo Sihan leave Cheng Xiyue for a while, and let him study it again.

Originally, he was on vacation abroad, but he came back in time. He rushed over just after getting off the plane without even drinking his saliva. Fortunately, it was time for lunch.

I think he almost vomited after eating airplane meals and foreign things recently, but this food is not bad.

Originally, the two of them had leftovers, but the three of them were still unsatisfied after eating.

"Little girl, I can't see it. The food you cook is quite delicious. Why don't we have dinner together again at night?"

Cheng Xiyue didn't know what Wen Yuran was up to. Taozi's craftsmanship made many people irresistible.

"I can't cook, take your idea back."

Unceremoniously interrupting Wen Yuran's fantasy, Cheng Xiyue got up straight and walked to the lounge.

"Damn, didn't your wife cook this meal?"

Wen Yuran got up angrily, and he ate so freely because of Cheng Xiyue's credit.

"My wife cooks for you!"

Bo Sihan said something cool, then got up and went to the bar to pour water.

The luxurious president's office is good, everything is well prepared, Bo Sihan doesn't like his food to pass through other people's hands, so the basic water and coffee are made by himself.

"What are you here for?"

The two grew up together, and Wen Yuran's temperament was very clear to Bo Sihan, who wished he could spend every day in the laboratory.

After he and Cheng Xiyue got married, his illness didn't flare up. Wen Yuran was strangely tense, but he couldn't think of the reason. Last time he called this girl and said that he had gone on a trip, and it would take at least three to five months before he came back.

It's only been a few days, and he has shamelessly rushed over to grab lunch with him.

"Tell me first, it's impossible for you who cooked this meal, you can't even cook eggs, so don't take credit.

That girl, you are reluctant to let her cook for you. "

It's no wonder that Wen Yuran was thinking about it. Even Bao Sihan was full of praise for Taozi's food, so how could foodie Wen Yuran not be thinking about it.

"The waiter in the coffee shop made it. Yueyue likes her food very much. It's basically not bad."

Bo Sihan didn't hide anything, and he wasn't her wife, so there was no need to hide it.

It is estimated that Taozi will vomit blood and die in anger knowing that her craft is being missed.

She is the cook of her boss, so they can only eat because of the boss's honor.

　Sorry, I forgot the time

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