Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Lin Weiwei touched the small notebook in his pocket, feeling that his body was heavy, as if he was in chains, and said uncomfortably, "Got it."

Lin Weiwei played with the pen, thinking whether he treated Ji Mingyou too badly, which forced the appearance of the small book?
Zhang Baobao rubbed his little hands, not knowing who to help for a moment, and asked softly: "It's hard to be under control, isn't it? Baobao has a deep understanding."

Lin Weiwei pouted his lips, nodded, and then thought that it was his fueling the flames again, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to give you a copy?"

Zhang Baobao hastily shut up, with a face of resistance, he should not be involved in the fight between the two of them.

"It's not a big problem." Ji Mingyou said calmly with a smile flashing across his black eyes.

Lin Weiwei struggled with the doubts in his heart, stepped forward, and tentatively said: "Ji Mingyou, do you think I treat you well?"

Lin Weiwei tugged at his sleeves. If he had a good impression, everything before could be written off. After all, he still understood the reason for not messing with his boss.

Zhang Baobao's eyes sparkled, and he ran over expectantly, pawing at the table like a little hamster, watching the two of them.

Ji Mingyou was startled by the sudden question, looked at him with sharp eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you want to bargain, and then..."

With his mouth covered, Ji Mingyou opened his surprised eyes, looked at Zhang Baobao with a nervous face, and signaled with his eyes to let go quickly.

"My aunt said the problem, tell her quickly, that's the problem." Zhang Baobao shook his head, clasped his little hand tightly on his mouth, and stared anxiously. Uncle must seize the opportunity.

Lin Weiwei saw that he had misunderstood, and his face was stained with an unnatural blush. He regretted that he hadn't said anything, and said anxiously: "It's fine if you don't say anything, just pretend that I didn't ask."

After hearing this, Zhang Baobao let go of his hand immediately, and promised anxiously: "No, uncle will definitely tell."

Ji Mingyou wiped his lower lip, a little irritable, and said in a deep voice: "Give me a moment, can you think about it?"

Lin Weiwei nodded, then turned around and stared at him, paying attention to Ji Mingyou's expression, pursing his cherry lips: "Okay, tell me."

Zhang Baobao moved the small bench under his feet, staring at it with his small eyes.

When Ji Mingyou raised his eyes, his eyes met, as if he had been knocked on the door of his heart, and there was only the sound of the other party's breathing in his ears.

Ji Mingyou opened his thin lips slightly, not knowing how to express the confusion in his heart, he fell silent.

Lin Weiwei originally planned to ease the relationship, but when he saw him silent, doubts flashed across his eyes, and he was even more puzzled by his fuss.

"If you think about it, what do you think?" Ji Mingyou noticed her expression, couldn't figure out Lin Weiwei's careful thoughts for a moment, and threw the question back.

"I think, forget it, let's not talk about it." Lin Weiwei hummed lightly, went through it from beginning to end, and said more and more answers.

Lin Weiwei touched his nose, thinking that he had caused a lot of trouble, so he averted his eyes in embarrassment.

Ji Mingyou understood, seeing that she was just asking a simple question, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said gently: "It's actually not bad."

After finishing speaking, Ji Mingyou glanced at his watch calmly and left, no one knew the turbulent waves hidden in his heart.

Lin Weiwei paused, with joy that could not be concealed on his face, and turned his head with a smile, but the figure had long since disappeared.

"Forget it, fortunately Ji Mingyou added something." Lin Weiwei's eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky, and he put his hands together, and said with a smile, "It's not a loss."

As long as Zhang Baobao stayed where he was, holding his face in his hands, he said bitterly, "Uncle's mouth is too stupid, the opportunity wasted for nothing."

Lin Weiwei packed up the plates left on the table, cleaned them up, and was walking towards the back kitchen.

"It's right here. The clerk here recommended it to me. The dessert tastes amazing." A pleasant voice came, and the clerk led a few sisters in.

Lin Weiwei turned around, looked at it in surprise, and shouted politely: "Hello, we meet again."

The clerk put away the parasol, raised a smile, and greeted happily: "Lin Weiwei, what a coincidence, you happen to be at work."

Lin Weiwei didn't expect that she still remembered his name, surprise flashed across his eyes, and he glanced at the table that had just been cleared: "Yes, some of you can sit here."

The clerk nodded, led his friends to sit down, and said with a smile: "I just heard your promotion, isn't it great?"

"Of course, I'll clean it up first, and come back later." Lin Weiwei said happily while holding the plate, chatting a few words.

"Go get busy, we'll talk later." The clerk nodded understandingly as he was familiar with it naturally.

"Qiu Ran, we can finally get together."

"That's right, since Qiu Ran went to work in Ji's, it's hard to have a chance to meet."

Lin Weiwei walked towards the back kitchen carefully carrying the plate, listening to their conversation, murmured: "It turns out that the clerk's name is Qiu Ran."

Zhang Baobao returned the small bench to its original place, and went to the dining area to find the schoolbag he had brought.

"Director Ji bought desserts here and shared them with us. I thought they were good, so I brought you here." Qiu Ran recounted the past, recommended a few to his friends, and chatted happily.

Zhang Baobao picked up the schoolbag from the side of them, listened to the general idea, and leaned over to ask: "Are the sisters talking about the Ji family?"

Qiu Ran nodded, everyone's delighted eyes fell on him, and asked curiously: "You little doll, you really know a lot, Ji's is a big company."

After hearing this, Zhang Baobao puffed out his stomach and said proudly, "I understand it very well."

Qiu Ran likes to play with children, so he coaxed kindly: "That's amazing, do you want to come to this store for dessert too?"

"No, Baobao came to help my uncle." Zhang Baobao said casually, "My uncle is the store manager."

Qiu Ran smiled in surprise, clasped his hands together, and praised: "We guessed it was a female pastry chef. The desserts in the store are really good."

"That's right, your uncle can make desserts, why don't you call out for us?" The person traveling with him joked.

Zhang Baobao put his schoolbag on his back, shook his head without thinking, and said firmly: "No, I have already chosen my aunt."

"That's not what we meant. You're such a fun kid." Qiu Ran laughed out loud, covered his mouth with his hands, and said cheerfully.

Zhang Baobao blushed, put his hands in his pockets, and pouted to run away.

Qiu Ran stopped him with a smile, his eyes were clear, he became curious about the uncle he was talking about, and joked: "If you say that, we really need to see your uncle."

Zhang Baobao slapped his mouth, disgusted with his talkativeness, twisted his body and said, "That's not up to me, it depends on my aunt's order, or I won't see anyone."

At this time, Lin Weiwei finished all the chores, walked over quickly, and asked, "Baobao, why are you here to join in the fun?"

Seeing her coming, Zhang Baobao broke free from the shackles, quickly ran behind Lin Weiwei, grabbed his clothes, poked his head out and said, "This is my aunt, and I have to ask her to speak."

Qiu Ran was taken aback for a moment, then he understood, clapped his hands and said, "No wonder you keep promoting the dessert shop, so it's the proprietress."