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

Ji Mingyou invited all the customers out, stood at the door, looked for the figure who didn't listen to persuasion, rubbed his forehead, and said with a headache: "If you don't see anyone again, it's time to look for someone."

"Ji Mingyou, are you waiting for me?" Lin Weiwei walked slowly, sniffing, and when he looked up, the figure bumped into his eyes, and shouted happily.

Lin Weiwei ran all the way over, his face flushed, and he said out of breath: "I have explained clearly, the dessert shop is finally all right."

As he spoke, Lin Weiwei smiled and stretched his body, feeling very relaxed.

"What did you do running out?" Ji Mingyou crossed his hands, glanced lightly, and asked.

Lin Weiwei scratched his head, stretched out his finger, and said with a slight smile: "Suddenly, I thought that the person who did the work was watching nearby, but it turned out that he was being smart."

Lin Weiwei's eyes were clear, like a layer of water mist, and he was more suspicious of Xu Xiangnan's appearance, not yet sure.

Ji Mingyou nodded, walked towards the store, and said with a little blame: "I haven't come back for so long, I almost went to find someone."

"The one who came back from walking exhausted his physical strength." Lin Weiwei folded his hands together and rubbed them back and forth, explaining the situation.

Lin Weiwei walked in with a smile, without looking at the bottom of his feet, just stepped on a cherry cake, and the soft touch came from the bottom of his feet.

Lin Weiwei clamped his small face between his hands, covered his chest, and said sadly: "It's too wasteful, I can't stand it anymore."

Lin Weiwei resisted being rude, picked up a broom and a pick to clean up, and babbled: "This display cabinet is broken, and the chairs need to be replaced. The most pitiful thing is the dessert."

"Let's put it there, I'll ask the cleaner to clean it up." Ji Mingyou glanced at it, feeling that it was too messy, he just picked up his phone and said.

Lin Weiwei was not happy anymore, pinched his waist and retorted: "If you have lost a lot, don't add any more burdens, just move it and sweep it."

"Isn't this reducing your work virtually?" Ji Mingyou raised his eyebrows, leaning sideways on the counter, and asked curiously.

Lin Weiwei was taken aback, only to realize that he had replaced him, thinking about him from the bottom of his heart, but Ji Mingyou just didn't appreciate it.

"Take it quickly, let's move quickly, and we can finish it before dark." Lin Weiwei handed over a pair of gloves, and put the tools directly into his hands, expecting Ji Mingyou's cleaning level.

Seeing her insistence, Ji Mingyou pursed his lips tightly, put it on reluctantly, and the two of them started cleaning together.

"Great, there is still a surviving matcha cake here." When Lin Weiwei tidied up the display cabinet, he saw that there was still a good cake in the corner, and held it out happily.

Lin Weiwei put it on the table, raised the corners of his mouth, took out a fork, and said with a smile: "It's almost cleaned up, let's reward ourselves with a cake, anyway, it can't be sold."

As he spoke, Lin Weiwei just dug a small piece, and before stuffing it into his mouth, he smelled a delicate scent, with the astringent aroma of tea.

Lin Weiwei's eyes were bright, and his whole body relaxed, but the fork was taken away unexpectedly.

"What are you doing?" Lin Weiwei asked with a puzzled look in his eyes.

Ji Mingyou threw the whole cake into the trash can, frowned, and said in a low voice, "The pieces of glass are scattered everywhere, how dare you eat it?"

"I checked it carefully, and I didn't see any debris." Lin Weiwei checked it for a long time, and even inserted it with a bamboo stick before taking it with confidence.

Ji Mingyou took off his gloves and put down his sleeves, knowing that she loves desserts the most, he said lightly, "Don't eat this, I made one for you today, in the back kitchen."

Lin Weiwei opened his eyes wide, feeling as happy as the rain had passed, and quickly ran to the kitchen: "Thank you, I love you so much."

She was overjoyed, and said it out of her mouth, Taiai didn't say anything clearly.

After hearing this, Ji Mingyou coughed lightly, tilted his head, and his ears were stained crimson.

Lin Weiwei smiled, and trotted over with the cake in his arms, and brought two spoons: "Go and wash your hands, it's a cheese layered cake."

Ji Mingyou twitched the corners of his mouth, and realized that she was looking for cakes faster and faster, so he hummed lightly.

"Your ears are red." Seeing him turn around, Lin Weiwei glanced at him and said freely.

"No, I'll clean it up first." Ji Mingyou cleared his throat, and his ears became redder after being pointed out, even spreading to the base of his ears.

Lin Weiwei nodded, not paying attention. The cake had three distinct layers. He dug a spoonful of light pink and chewed it. It had a sweet and sour taste. The crushed dried strawberries made a "click" sound in his mouth, which was silky and mellow.

Ji Mingyou walked to the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, and waited for a long time before the throbbing calmed down.

Ji Mingyou wiped his hands and was about to leave when his pocket vibrated slightly.

"Tang Yun, Huo Huo's father's matter has already been appealed." Ji Mingyou glanced at him, connected immediately, and said softly.

Tang Yun twirled the pen, and after some work, he leaned on the chair tiredly and said, "It's been done, why did you suddenly attack the people from Tianchen Company?"

Tang Yun knew that he had always kept a low profile. After he showed up at the company, many people were staring at Ji Mingyou's actions, and they were quite puzzled about this.

Hearing his fatigue, Ji Mingyou flashed apology in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm just looking for trouble, thank you for your hard work."

Tang Yun shook his head. It was his job. He hesitated and said, "I didn't want to disturb you, but Sun Peixing has made a big move recently and asked Tianchen Company to hand over the latest project to him to complete."

"At this time, if you expose the internal affairs of Tianchen Company, people will always be on guard." Tang Yun told the company truthfully and asked what he meant, "Sun Peixing is close to the person in charge of Tianchen, even the chairman is not good. Arrange for someone to go."

Tang Yun's face was full of sadness, the matter seemed to be in a dead end, and he was in a dilemma.

Ji Mingyou pondered for a while, and now there might be a cool-down period in the store, so it's okay to get away a little bit: "Let me do this, you can report the situation to me at any time, and delay it as soon as possible."

A light flashed across Ji Mingyou's eyes, remembering the misunderstanding last time, he sneered and said, "I'll find the director of next season by the way, I have something to ask."

"I'll go and arrange it right away." Tang Yun nodded, but he didn't know why Ji Mingyou wanted to find Ji Chinian. He had a job but was incompetent. He might cause trouble.

"By the way, there is no need to announce in advance that I will go this time." Ji Mingyou remembered his image in the company, and thought that there was no need to expose it again, and he didn't want to attract people's attention.

"I understand, I will contact you if there is something else."

Ji Mingyou came out of the bathroom, narrowing his phoenix eyes, restraining his domineering light.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Lin Weiwei handed over the pre-cut cake, with cream sticking to his face, and asked vaguely, "Why did it take so long?"

Ji Mingyou was thinking about the company, but he didn't look away. He glanced at his arm and walked up to the second floor slowly: "You go back after eating, I still have things to do."

"Have you stopped eating? This one is very good, I can give you a review of this one."

"No, you have it all to yourself." A deep voice came from upstairs, gradually becoming unclear.

Lin Weiwei withdrew his hand and dug the spoon casually, a bitter and mellow taste spread in his mouth.

"It's best to share together." Lin Weiwei pursed his lower lip, and murmured in frustration after not even receiving his gaze.