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Xie Ji didn't quite understand why Song Xiao was still so tired after getting off work so early today.

He was busy in the kitchen, and the sound of knocking on the computer outside slowly stopped. He stretched his head to see that the computer was on the coffee table, and Song Xiao had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

Xie Ji had no choice but to gently put Song Xiao flat, took a freshly washed and unused blanket from his closet to cover him, and then returned to the kitchen to continue cooking.

Taking the time to glance at the living room, only a pale face can be seen in the distance.

This person is much more sick than him.

I don't know what time I worked overtime in the early morning.

Song Xiao's stomach was uncomfortable, Xie Ji didn't dare to eat big fish and meat, he just cooked soup, fried meat and made some vegetables, and tossed it until seven o'clock, and saw that the man on the sofa outside still had no intention of waking up.

I hope Song Xiao is not angry about getting up.

Not really.

After being woken up by Xie Ji, Song Xiao just stayed for a while, "It's not yet dawn, it's too early."

He fell down again.

……

"President Song," Xie Ji had no choice but to shake him awake again, "It's night, it's time for dinner."

This time Song Xiao woke up, and remembered the stupidity he committed just now.

Xie Ji saw that Song Xiao's ears were turning red, but his face remained natural, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep."

It is also a sense of accomplishment that someone loves to eat the food they cook.

Bai Miao is a radio anchor, always looking forward to one day climbing from the radio station to the TV station, so he is not relaxed about his body and appearance, and even laments "I have lost weight for nothing" when I can eat half a bowl of rice for a meal. Also be picky about things like too much oil and salt.

Comparing with Song Xiao who looks cold and abstinent, Xie Ji has to admit that cooking for Song Xiao is much more enjoyable.

But also eating too much.

Xie Ji stopped Song Xiao from serving the fourth bowl of rice, "Mr. Song, you have an upset stomach and are worried that you won't be able to digest it at night. Let's drink some soup."

Song Xiao was obedient and let him serve the soup.

The lens was fogged by the soup, Song Xiao said awkwardly in the fog, "Did I eat too much?"

Xie Ji suspected that the current Song Xiao was still awake, or that the steaming mist had some special magical power, which made him feel that the embarrassing elite class was so...cute.

"If Mr. Song is used to my cooking, he can eat it whenever he wants," Xie Ji smiled,

"It's about having an extra pair of chopsticks."

Song Xiao also knew that it was not just about having an extra pair of chopsticks, so he shook his head.But Xie Ji's dishes are light and tasteful, not inferior to those exquisite restaurants that have spent a lot of time and money. Do me a favor."

"Okay," Xie Ji readily agreed, "tomorrow night?"

"...entertainment."

"the day after tomorrow?"

"There is a wedding reception."

Xie Ji was going to suspect that Song Xiao was trying to trick him on purpose.

"The day after tomorrow..." Song Xiao said to himself, then shut up again.

"Is something wrong?"

"On business trip."

"Work comes first," Xie Ji smiled, "Cooking is just a hobby."

"Business trips also include you," Song Xiao looked at him, "The last time the case turned around, this time I will try to get that line down."

"Mr. Song—" Xie Ji tapped the edge of the table lightly with his chopsticks, and his tone sounded like a child who was cheating, "I can't talk about work at my table."

Song Xiao paused, "Okay." Then he said, "I'm sorry."

Say no more.

After a while, Xie Ji had no choice but to speak up, "President Song,"

"Ok?"

"Just relax, it's dinner time."

Song Xiao heard these words familiar, and seeing the narrow expression of the young man in front of him, remembering that he was returning what he said yesterday, he couldn't help laughing with Xie Ji.

Xie Ji felt that he and Song Xiao were much more familiar than before, but they really didn't know each other well enough to live in the same room together on a business trip.

Although it was only the master bedroom and the second bedroom in the suite, Xie Ji was a little unexpected.

The last time I was on a business trip, there was still a floor away, but this time I went straight to the same room - if it was placed in ancient times, it would be a direct promotion from the promised imperial concubine.

Xie Ji was overwhelmed by his unrestrained thoughts. Seeing that Song Xiao had already stood beside him, "Mr. Song, I live with you...isn't that good?"

Song Xiao looked at him: "I'm taking Jin Wei this time, will you let me live with her?"

...it is.

Although Song Xiao likes men, there is no reason to live in the same room with a female secretary on a business trip.

"Don't be nervous," Jin Wei handed the room card to the two of them with a smile, "Usually the boss lives with Secretary Wang, but Brother Wang was not able to go on a business trip this time due to an external transfer.

People blocked him. "

There are always some shady tricks when going out to discuss business. If you can't get the money, you will find a way to give it away.Even if Song Xiao refused to take it, he couldn't make it clear that he would offend his partner, so he simply lived with him every time, so that those who wanted to go this way would have no chance.

Only then did Xie Ji understand, and hurriedly took the room card to show his loyalty, "I don't know if I don't read it or listen to it."

So Song Xiao's eyes that had already moved back to Xie Ji's face.

Xie Ji suddenly felt a chill down his back, "I just said something wrong, I will definitely protect Mr. Song well."

In fact, what she said was a bit out of bounds. Jin Wei was about to cover it up for Xie Ji, but she saw her boss squinted her eyes, revealing a fleeting smile.