Young master, your vest fell off

Fu Miaomiao was slightly taken aback, and a look of surprise appeared on her beautiful face, "Why did you come out behind me? I was just about to call you."

Situ Han stared at Fu Miaomiao fixedly, as if he couldn't bear any other sights in his eyes, "I just came back from running business outside."

When Fu Miaomiao heard this, her eyes flickered for a moment, and she fell to the side, embarrassed to look at Situ Han again.

She came to look for Situ Han and send him flowers, and she was ready to call him to come down.

But this time, Situ Han suddenly appeared in front of her, and Fu Miaomiao felt like she had done something wrong and was caught on the spot... To be precise, it was like when a girl handed a love letter to the boy she liked in school days...

This feeling is tense, apprehensive, and shy.

Fu Miaomiao's ears turned red all of a sudden.

Situ Han saw that the corners of his lips curved slightly, and then he took the bouquet from Fu Miaomiao's hand.

"It's beautiful, thank you, I like it very much."

Fu Miaomiao kept her head down, immersed in shyness and unable to extricate herself.

She didn't even know what kind of mood she was on the way here, why didn't she get sent home shyly on the way?

Situ Han chuckled, took Fu Miaomiao's little hand, and led her into her car.

Fu Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief when there were no more onlookers.

She cleared her throat and pretended to be relaxed and said, "Then what, have you eaten yet? Do you want to go together?"

"Okay." Situ Han laughed, and then said: "There is a Cantonese restaurant nearby, which is very good."

Fu Miaomiao nodded.

Situ Han parked the car at the door of the restaurant. After getting off, he held the bouquet in one hand and held Fu Miaomiao's little hand in the other.

The corners of Fu Miaomiao's eyes twitched, "Actually, flowers can be put in the car."

Situ Han curled his lips, his low and mellow voice was full of pleasure, "I like hugging."

Fu Miaomiao: "..."

Situ Han really carried the bouquet of roses all the way to the private room upstairs.

The waiter brings the menu.

Situ Han brought them over, and ordered a few dishes skillfully... During these days, he had thoroughly explored Fu Miaomiao's tastes and taboos, and every dish he ordered was Fu Miaomiao's favorite.

After the waiter left, Situ Han asked, "So, are you here to coax me?"

"Ah?" Fu Miaomiao raised her small face to meet Situ Han's gurgling gaze, and was taken aback for a moment.

What is she here for?

Yes, come to think of it, she did come to coax Situ Han.

Thinking of this, Fu Miaomiao nodded, then looked at Situ Han, and asked tentatively, "Then are you still angry?"

Seeing the cautious expression on Fu Miaomiao's face, Situ Han suddenly regretted it.

If he had known that she cared so much, he wouldn't have lied to her.

"I'm not angry anymore."

When Fu Miaomiao heard this, a relaxed smile appeared on her little face.

Although Situ Han wasn't angry anymore, she still wanted to explain, "Actually... don't take Xiao Nian's words to heart. She has a straightforward personality and never speaks out of her head, but she is very kind. She is my assistant, but to me she is my relative, and I am her relative, so she has no malicious intentions."

Looking at Fu Miaomiao's serious expression, Situ Han suddenly wanted to know whether she cared about him or Li Nian.

After Fu Miaomiao finished explaining seriously, Situ Han looked away, lowered his head, and said lightly: "I don't care what others say."

Fu Miaomiao was taken aback when she heard the words, she felt that her ears were broken, otherwise how could she not be sure what Situ Han said?
He said he didn't care what other people said?
Is there another sentence behind?

Just care what she said?
Is that so?
Fu Miaomiao's heart twitched because of this conjecture.

But she didn't have the nerve to ask directly, but asked sideways, "What about An'an?"

An An also said last night that he was her wife.

"What did An An say?" Situ Han raised his eyebrows, and met Fu Miaomiao's gaze again, "I am your wife?"

Fu Miaomiao was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Situ Han leaned towards Fu Miaomiao, his handsome brows were tinged with charm, "Did An An say something wrong?"

Fu Miaomiao: "!"

She took a deep breath, pushing the center of her body back little by little.

It wasn't that Situ Han's words shocked her, nor was it that Situ Han didn't care if she was feminized or not that surprised her, she just felt...she seemed to be teased.

If she hadn't been determined just now, she might have thrown Situ Han onto the table.

After taking a deep breath, Fu Miaomiao spoke dryly, "So, you're not angry anymore?"

Situ Han didn't speak.

Fu Miaomiao asked: "Then are you still angry with me? I really didn't mean that last night. Why would I think you are redundant?"

Situ Han curled his lips, "Really? Am I not redundant?"

Fu Miaomiao nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Situ Han smiled satisfied, "Since I'm not superfluous, then what am I?"

Fu Miaomiao paused, and quickly replied without thinking, "You are An An's father."

Of course, this answer was not what Situ Han wanted.

"Besides that, what else?"

Fu Miaomiao was at a loss, "What else? What else? Aren't you An An's father?"

Situ Han: "..."

A little girl who is usually very smart, how come she suddenly became stupid today?
"Could it be that my identity is just An An's father?"

Fu Miaomiao was even more confused, "Isn't it? Haven't you done a paternity test? Situ Han, what do you mean?"

Situ Han: "...It's nothing, are you thirsty, drink some water first."

Although Situ Han was a little disappointed that he didn't hear what he wanted to hear, what could he do?
The woman you find yourself should be pampered even if she is stupid, and guide her a little bit.

No matter how low the EQ of the little idiot is, sooner or later he will call her husband under him.

After a while, the waiter brought out all the dishes that Situ Han ordered one after another.

After a sumptuous lunch, Fu Miaomiao sent Situ Han back to the company before driving back to Star Media.

Situ Han was standing on the opposite side of the road, until Fu Miaomiao's car disappeared from his sight, and he returned to the opposite company with a large bouquet of roses in his hands.

As soon as he entered the company, the bouquet of bright red roses in Situ Han's hand naturally attracted everyone's curious attention.

But their curiosity was like boiling water in a pot, but they still didn't dare to ask.

Who dares to ask about Mr. President's private affairs?

Who is sending flowers to Mr. President?
This woman is a master, definitely a master.

The president accepted the flowers, does that also mean that even a ten thousand year iron tree will bloom one day?

The spring of the company is here!
When Situ Han returned to the office, he asked Su Yi to find a vase, put the flowers in it, and put it on his desk where only computer documents and contracts were placed.