if love is invisible

Song Xigu's recklessness and arrogance last night not only made Chen Mian lose sleep, but he was also not in the mood to do things when he arrived at the company, and he was always thinking about the state of the two of them getting along.

It was because she was too greedy, she wanted to fall in love with Han Fei, but also wanted to enjoy Song Xigu's tenderness, and wanted him to treat her as well as before, but she forgot that human hearts are made of flesh, and she had already made Song Xigu The love I had was pushed out and thrown away, but any individual can't do it without resentment, right?
If it were her who was let down, she would not even be able to do half of what Song Xigu could do.

The reason why what happened last night was actually related to her being too sloppy. If she explained it to Song Xigu when she returned to China, Song Xigu would not misunderstand that she was giving him a chance. If she did not rely on him during this time Either he accepts his help, maybe after a while, Song Xigu will get used to their way of getting along, and return to the ordinary brother-sister relationship.

Everything is her fault.

bell……

The landline on the desk rang suddenly, interrupting Chen Mian's thinking, she immediately picked it up: "I'm Song Siyu..."

"I'm downstairs in your company, can I come down?" Han Fei said with a deep smile in his deep voice.

Chen Mian said yes, then hung up the phone.

Only then did I realize that I had wasted a morning, it was already 11:30.

Picking up the phone that was turned upside down on the table, Chen Mian was surprised to see more than a dozen missed calls. It turned out that she turned the volume down when she was sleeping last night, and she was absent-minded when she came here today, and forgot to turn it up.

There were more than a dozen missed calls, two of which were from Song Xigu, Chen Mian hesitated, and called Song Yuanqiao: "Dad, do you want to come over?"

Song Yuanqiao immediately couldn't explain it: "A client came temporarily, and your second uncle and I will entertain you personally. Xiaoyu, Han Feichen has helped you a lot this time. Treat him well and make him feel at home."

Chen Mian: "Then I'll go. Dad, you can't drink, tell my second uncle not to drink either."

After the father and daughter told each other, Chen Mian hung up the phone and took the elevator downstairs.

The temperature was very low today, only seven or eight degrees. Chen Mian was extremely afraid of the cold, so she wrapped herself up like a rice dumpling. As soon as the elevator door opened, she saw Han Feichen leaning against the door.

He was dressed very lightly, as if he only wore a bottoming sweater underneath. The maroon suit made his skin fairer and more energetic, and he looked like a young man in his early twenties.

Chen Mian looked at her bloated down jacket, and immediately turned around and entered the elevator.

Han Feichen seemed to have known she would do this for a long time. As soon as she moved, he immediately came to grab her, and dragged her out a second before the elevator closed: "It's all here, and you still want to run? What are you running for?"

He held her hand, and the palm of his hand was warm. It took only a few seconds for Chen Mian's palm to warm up, and then his face became warm, hot, and finally his whole body was scalding, like being burned on a fire. .

Chen Mian quickly withdrew her hand and said stiffly, "I didn't run away, I left something behind."

Han Feichen pulled her hand back again, stuffed it into his suit pocket together with his hand, and asked with a smile, "What's left?"

She retracted her hand again: "I dropped the money!"

"You helped me a lot with Jian Fan this time. My parents asked me to thank you very much, so I'll treat you to this meal." After Chen Mian finished speaking, he grabbed his hand again.

She hesitated for a while, forget it, don't take it back, his hands are really warm.

Han Feishen took her to the gate. She was about to get off work. There were quite a lot of people in the reception hall. When they saw the two people appearing hand in hand, everyone finally believed that their president really broke up with Song Xigu and turned around. Just fell in with Han Fei.

Looking at Young Master Han's 'Three' again, he is open and frank, as if he is the main palace, and Song Xigu is the one who stepped in.

[Everyone, this is temperament. 】

The little girl at the front desk sent a picture of the two holding hands to the group and sighed.

Song Xigu looks good and has a very elegant temperament, but in front of the noble Han Feichen, he has always been inferior. When these two stand together, the first thing others notice will be Han Feichen .

[Take away our Mr. Xiao Song, let the CEO and Young Master Han love each other, our Mr. Song is beautiful alone and it’s good! 】

Song Xigu, who happened to see this sentence, couldn't hold back for an instant, and typed slowly: [The competition has just begun, and it is still unknown who will be the last beautiful one alone. 】

There was silence in the group, and after a while, the message 'Song Xigu has quit the group chat' popped up.

The administrator came out cautiously and said: [I have verified that it is a real Mr. Song. 】

There was a burst of wailing in the group, especially the one who said that he would take Mr. Xiao Song away and let Song Xigu be beautiful alone.

Mr. Xiao Song is the chairman of Star Entertainment, what if he memorized his notebook?Will she be fired on the spot?
The clerk shivered, and decided to go to the president to save her dog's life in the afternoon.

Chen Mian didn't know anything about it. She and Han Feishen had already arrived at Wangjiang Tower.

On the booth by the window on the third floor, the two sat face to face. A waitress brought the menu and introduced it enthusiastically. After the introduction, she glanced at Han Feichen.

Chen Mian pretended not to see it, and handed the menu to Han Feishen: "Your guest is welcome, Mr. Han, let's order."

Han Fei sank to look at the menu, reported a few dishes that were not on the menu, and smiled at the waiter after reporting: "Can the kitchen make it?"

The waitress was so fascinated by the smile that she couldn't think, she took the menu and left in a daze. After a while, a male waiter came over, and the male waiter asked cautiously: "Hi sir, the dishes you ordered, We don't have anything on the menu, don't know if we can-"

Han Fei smiled lightly: "Let your manager come over."

The male waiter was taken aback, and Han Fei smiled slightly: "No?"

"Sir, please wait a moment, I will send the manager over right away."

The manager came, saw Han Feishen, and immediately put on a smile: "So it's Mr. Han. Since it's the dish that Mr. Han asked for, our kitchen will definitely be able to make it. Please wait a moment, Mr. Han, we—"

"no need."

Han Fei stood up: "Give me a pot."

Manager: "Mr. Han wants to do it by himself?"

Han Fei smiled and nodded: "It's the first date. I want to impress my girlfriend. I plan to cook a table for her myself."

She smiled brightly at the surprised Chen Mian: "Xiaoyu, are you waiting for me here? Or are you waiting for me in the kitchen?"

Chen Mian thought for a while: "I'll help you."

The two entered the kitchen together. Chen Mian wanted to attack him. Han Fei smiled deeply: "No need, just watch from the side. Soon, half an hour, three dishes and one soup."

He took off his coat, and Chen Mian took it over immediately. There was a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen. Chen Mian lowered his head and sniffed it. His smell was very clear and pleasant, and the heavy smell of oily smoke couldn't cover it.

Han Feishen started cooking.

His movements are very elegant and slow, and even a sprinkle of salt is pleasing to the eye. Chen Mian was stunned when he flipped the spoon: "Han Feichen, did you go to New Oriental to learn?"

The sparks made Han Feichen's face red and bright. He stir-fried the vegetables and put them in a bowl before turning his face to look at her: "Yes."

"Why go to school?"

He paused, his eyes became serious: "I want to let you eat my cooking every day."

Chen Mian was touched, but when he finished cooking three dishes and the two returned to the dining table, Chen Mian suddenly thought of a question and couldn't help asking: "Han Feichen, do you think I'm her? "