Zexin promised

Chapter 7 Don't foul easily

It is said that the owner of Souvenir has always prepared meals according to his own mood, but Xu Mo felt a little surprised when he saw it.

Because, the exquisite dishes on the table... are all my favorites.He always likes to be light, and he doesn't want to touch ingredients with too strong smell.Even his preferences for some of the dishes are almost unknown.

However, everything in front of him was exactly in his favor.

Even the cup of steaming white tea surprised him in disbelief.

A deep male voice came from above the head: "The moment the food is on the table is the most suitable temperature in my opinion, and it is also the moment when the food is the most delicious."

The deep purple pupils slowly glowed with warmth, the moment Xu Mo raised his head, Xu Mo froze for a moment.No, to be precise, he was severely surprised.

It turns out that he also wears glasses...

The black frame couldn't be more ordinary, but for some reason, it weakened the sternness on his face and added a bit of softness and elegance.Thick ink-like broken hair hangs a little messily on the forehead, with a speck of fine white foam on it.

Seeing the surprise in Xu Mo's eyes looking at him, Li Zeyan explained slightly uncomfortably: "Macaron production requires more careful consideration than usual, so... I wear glasses. If you think the dishes are greasy If you want to try this sweet..."

However, before he finished speaking, the man who was sitting in front of him suddenly stood up at this moment, and stretched his white fingers to his forehead, removing the eye-catching dirt.

Li Zeyan's body trembled undetectably.

"...There is white foam sticking to it."

He heard the man say this in a gentle voice.

The tip of his nose was filled with the faint scent of soap oozing from the man's sweater, which smelled very pleasant.

Li Zeyan covered his mouth uncomfortably and coughed lightly. He subconsciously avoided Xu Mo's touch: "...Thank you."

Xu Mo sat back in his seat, the dark purple in his eyes churning even more.

"You can eat, I'll clean up the kitchen."

He saw the man in the white apron in front of him turn around and walk quickly towards the kitchen.An inexplicable sense of loss welled up in his heart. Does he... hate his touch so much?

But why did he like the delicacy he was tasting right now?

Xu Mo felt that his heart was in a mess.A sweet pain came over my body.He didn't know that the financial emperor who was so tall and covered the sky with his hand was shrinking in the kitchen at the moment, his face was flushed.

Li Zeyan seemed to lose his strength, and fell to the ground along the window, the temperature on his face rose far, making his heart scald.

He almost lost his composure in front of Xu Mo just now.It was obviously the long-awaited touch, but in the end it still seemed like a thief with a guilty conscience and a deserter.

Those dishes were made according to Xu Mo's preferences.Several of the dishes were the answers he spent countless means and time to get.How could he, who was always arrogant and indifferent, ask him directly?

Their relationship is nothing more than "President Li" in one population and "Professor Xu" in another population.Although they are partners, the degree of communication is not even a chance encounter.

However, when those deep purple pupils flickered, it made my whole heart lose the steady rhythm of the past.

In the past, You Ran often mentioned Xu Mo's kindness and gentleness in front of him.His aloof and arrogant character, after all, is still not likable.

Xu Mo's body is always filled with a faint gentle aura, he seems to know how to please people, especially girls.The mouth that spits out wise and calm words when reporting work to himself will also say dazzling honeyed words to women.But... never said it to myself.

Ah, he is the majestic president of Huarui, how many people don't spit out such sweet words in front of him?They almost flattered him to the sky.But the brain scientist wearing silver-rimmed glasses always called himself "Mr. Li" in a distant and gentle manner, and he even read the material analysis report rigidly.

At some point, the phrase "Mr. Li" became a kind of torture for him.

Think about it... from his mouth, call out your own name.Always secretly looking forward to, he can remove even a little bit of alienation and disguise in front of himself.

But his most genuine tenderness is reserved for Leisurely.

He is the same man as him, this intention is ridiculous and absurd after all.

Since the glimpse at his research report meeting that day, he can no longer hold anyone else in his heart.No matter how smooth he is in the business world, his heart is still ashamed, because in the field of love, he has lost everything.

The dim sunlight poured into the window lattice and hit his shoulders, but it couldn't melt his bone-piercing ice.

When Li Zeyan came out of the kitchen again, he found that the tea was cold.

Inexplicable anger welled up in my heart.

When he inadvertently looked down at the plate on the table, he was shocked for a moment.

All the dishes were eaten up, leaving only a few drops of oil and water, and the dishes and chopsticks were neatly arranged.The cup of white tea also bottomed out.

The only thing left is a pink macaron lying quietly on the dinner plate.

He took a closer look, only to find that there was a piece of plain white paper under the plate, and the strong and strong font on it made him widen his eyes.

"The macarons you made are very sweet and delicious. Forgive me for being reckless and leaving without saying goodbye, but I specially left this little pink thing for you. If you don't dislike it, why don't you eat it?

Plus, it's literally the best dish I've had in 27 years.Thanks.

I still want to say Happy New Year to you. "

He pulled out the paper, and found that there was a very small red envelope underneath, which looked exquisite and pleasing, but the amount inside was far beyond the cost of the bill.

Li Zeyan took the little red envelope and put the macaron that was left on the plate in front of him into his mouth.

The crisp but flexible and delicate touch is accompanied by rich sweetness, sweeping the whole lips and teeth.

After a long time, he suddenly covered his face and said with a slight unwillingness:

"Damn, don't be so foul..."