After the divorce, the boss doted on me

Probably because the meeting had been going on for too long, Yi Zecheng had already taken off the black suit jacket on his body, and was only wearing a white shirt with two buttons on the collar undone, and the sleeves on his arms were also rolled up stand up.

The moment she saw him, Jiayi was suddenly very nervous, and began to regret not coming here in better-looking clothes.

Her ten toes were curled up on the ground, and the incandescent lamp above her head was very bright, shining like a halo on his body. She was in a daze, as if the world had stopped.

But he seems to have forgotten her, or maybe he never remembered.

The moment he saw her, he frowned slightly, then turned to Jiajing and asked, "Who is she?"

Jiajing hugged Jiayi in his arms and introduced to Yi Zecheng, "Boss Yi, this is my sister, Lu Jiayi."

"younger sister?"

Yi Zecheng looked her up and down, smiled at Jiajing, "No wonder you two look alike."

Unlike the wind of the king who pointed out the world and scolded Fang Qiu just now, Yi Zecheng now has a smile on his face and a soft light in his obsidian eyes.

From the moment she looked into his eyes, she knew that she could no longer escape.

Jiayi was stunned for a long time, but Yi Zecheng's gaze quickly shifted from her to the person next to her.

Jiayi didn't remember what they said there at all, she only remembered that the dim yellow light above her head hit his face, the light was soft and even his edges and corners gradually softened a lot.

Later, when he was walking out, he caught a glimpse of the lunch box that Jiayi brought to Jiajing on the table.

Then he took another two steps back, pointed to the lunch box and asked Jiajing: "That is..."

Jiajing looked in the direction of his finger, smiled and said: "Mr. Yi, that is the lunch box my sister brought me. She is always afraid that I won't eat on time, so she will come to the company to deliver meals to me whenever she is free." .”

"Really? It seems that you are very lucky to have such a younger sister."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Saying that, Jiajing winked and smiled at Jiayi.

Jiayi was very embarrassed standing aside.

In the world of adults, kindness and praise from others are rare, especially for Lu Jiayi.

Since she was a child, she has been used to being ridiculed by others, so she feels even more guilty when faced with compliments from others, even from her own sister, especially when the name is not worthy of the name.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something to ease the embarrassment, but she didn't know what to say. It was obviously a simple topic, but no matter how much she wanted to open her mouth to intervene, she couldn't seem to get in.

Yi Zecheng suddenly said: "It's so late, the lunch box should be cold, how about it, my aunt just went home to rest today, and there is no one at home to cook, if you don't mind, I invite you to accompany me, a lonely family, to eat together Bar."

Have a meal?

This is something she can't even imagine.

Jiayi raised her head in disbelief and looked at him. His teeth were very white, especially under such a warm light, they looked even more shining.

She was a little dizzy, and felt that the hard floor under her body seemed to have turned into a small boat, which was currently floating on the vast and boundless sea, while she seemed to be dizzy.

Jia Jing was different from herself, she accepted his proposal generously and gladly.

Yi Zecheng is a man of great taste, this is how Jiajing described him.

At that time, she was a little confused about the word taste. What kind of person has taste?
Later, she realized that the so-called taste is not only about wearing that Tiffany men's fragrance and wearing that handmade suit.

It was because he took them to that restaurant.

It's not a fashionable restaurant with a quaint environment. She has never been to such a place, nor did she expect that there would be such a place in the urban area.

Just like an old private mansion, the courtyard with three entrances and three levels is deep, with rockery pavilions and heavy bamboo curtains to separate the sound of water, and in the depths of the heavy curtains someone is holding a pipa and singing. Although she is not good at studying, she also knows The previous sentence "still holding the pipa and half covering the face" is just the right description now.

The words were graceful and graceful, she couldn't quite understand what she was singing, but she knew it was Cantonese opera.

There are not many diners in this restaurant, in twos and threes, not even one hall is full.

Jiayi thought, maybe it's getting late, or it's just because it's expensive here.

Yi Zecheng seemed to come here often, or in other words, he often came with Jiajing. After he took the menu and said a few words in fluent Cantonese to the waiter, the waiter smiled and nodded and turned away.

She really didn't understand what he said, but she understood the last sentence "Don't add spicy food", which meant "Don't add spicy food".

At that time, she didn't know whether he could eat spicy food or not, but she knew that Jia Jing couldn't eat spicy food since she was a child, and she would be allergic to a little chili.

The dishes in this restaurant are top-notch. Even a layman like her knows that the dishes here are top-notch. They say shark fin rice is the most vulgar, but this restaurant makes the most vulgar dishes so delicious and mellow.

She turned her head to Jiajing and whispered: "The food here is really delicious."

Before Jiajing could reply, Yi Zexiang raised his head as if he had heard it, and said to her with a smile: "Yes, the food here is quite a bit like Tanjia cuisine."

At that time, she didn't understand that the three flavors of Tan's family dishes were famous government dishes, but she was too embarrassed to show her ignorance in front of him, so she had to bow her head and speak silently.

On the contrary, Jiajing chatted happily with him, the two looked like they were talking and laughing, not like subordinates, but more like friends, old friends.

Most of their topics were related to the company, or what stocks they were talking about. She couldn't understand and couldn't get in, so she could only bury her head.

Incense sticks were burning in the air, a very elegant and distant fragrance, the sound of water trickling outside, as if it was raining, and the sound of the pipa resounding, the people behind the curtain were in the sound of rain.

After eating the last cup of bird's nest and snow clam, her nervous mood gradually relaxed.

And Yi Zecheng unbuttoned several collar buttons, leaning on the chair with one hand, squinting slightly, looking comfortable and lazy.

Jiajing answered the phone and went out, only she and Yi Zecheng were left on the table.

Being alone with a man like this, she didn't know what to say to him.

She lowered her head, but her eyes glanced up unconsciously.

I just watched his eyelashes drooping down, as if he was concentrating on drinking tea, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if there were invisible elves dancing on them.

Suddenly she didn't dare to look at him, so she took a piece of paper under her head and folded it casually.

Her hands were clumsy, and finally she only folded a fat paper crane. Yi Zecheng smiled suddenly, put down the teacup slowly, and said, "What did you fold? An ugly duckling?"

She suddenly felt very depressed. Although she was a little fat and a little ugly, she was still a paper crane after all.

He took the paper crane and folded it again, and said flatly: "You folded it wrong."

This was the first time she looked at his fingers so closely, they were fair and bony, and after the ugly paper crane was refolded in his hands, it turned out to be very beautiful.

Later, when he went to the bathroom, she stared at the paper crane in a daze. She struggled with her thoughts for a long time, looking left and right, like a shy, sneaky thief. Before her sister and Yi Zecheng came back, She secretly picked up the paper crane and hid it in her coat pocket.

In the end, it was Yi Zecheng and Jiajing who sent her back to the school.

Back in the dormitory, she took the paper crane out of her coat pocket. It had been crumpled. She smoothed out its wings and put it in the diary, together with the photo. I know, that will be the little softness in the deepest part of her heart, which will break when touched.