Food Bureau

The slightly savage "self" just kept sinking and sinking with the advent of "winter"... until Shang Wan said this sentence, it bottomed out and rebounded.

I don't know if it's her attack or disarm, or, disarm by attack, or attack by disarm.

In short, I faced the thorn and stood up, "Yes."

I seem to hear the sound of the thorns advancing into the cortex, muscles, blood vessels...the sound of being inserted to the end.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, "I want to know why."

Because... "Because she is getting along with my friend, I don't feel relieved."

Shang Wan almost laughed, "Then you go ask the person concerned, I don't quite understand what I need to explain." After I answered, her voice lost the gentleness just now.

"No, no, no, it's not an explanation..." I closed my eyes, "I've heard some rumors about you and Zhuo Bing in the circle, I don't believe it's true, but I'm worried about my friend... I..."

I saw her tap lightly on the table with her fingers, and after a brief but long pause, she said, "Thank you for telling me this matter bluntly, but I still think that this can be clarified with the person concerned." After all, from my point of view, it has nothing to do with me."

After she finished speaking, she continued to open the bag to pack her handbag.

I feel like I screwed up everything. Not only did I not get any answers, but I also completely offended Shang Wan. Does she dislike me?Yeah, that's disgusting enough.

"Miss Shang, I'm sorry."

As I said this sentence, I felt that it was useless, and suddenly thought of the inexplicable thoughts I had for her in the past month, and those things that I did secretly for her, whether it was dangerous or hard, and those things were done happily. , I'm also afraid that she will know after I'm done. What I want is her joy when she sees the dishes and bites down the buns.

But right now, I feel a little bit of grievance. There are many kinds of grievances in this world. This is not a grievance caused by blaming her. I have nothing to complain about, but... a grievance born of my fundamental humbleness The small efforts I made for her, the small thoughts I spent on her, I thought that the distance between me and her was shortened, but all these are so fragile that a word, or even a look can be erased. Not only erased, it seems that I have completely ruined our relationship-although it is not a great relationship, it is just that he has a good personality, good cultivation, and is willing to make me feel that he is treated as a friend.

Thinking of this, my eye circles were red, and I turned to open the refrigerator. I didn’t know what to explore in it, and suddenly remembered that I had prepared a drawer of buns for her, and I felt sad for a while.

I silently took out the lunch box I had prepared earlier, turned around, and found that Shang Wan was not packing up, she was sitting there, looking at me seriously.

"I'm sorry," I said, "It's okay if you don't forgive me. This bun is your favorite. I packed it for you. If you don't like it, you can take it back."

She stretched out her hand, took the lunch box, and let it sit on the dining table, with her hands resting on it, still looking at me like that, without anger or rejection, she looked into my eyes, which became more and more gentle.

"Actually... Hey, you're annoyed anyway, so I'll finish talking. In fact, I also want to know if you and her are like that. Even if there is no matter about Xiao Ziyan, I would also like to know. Just keep it and don't hit me, there's still space here if you need it."

Her eyes softened completely, and she just looked at me, who was embarrassed, for a long time, "I and Zhuo Bing are not 'that', not what is rumored in your circle, Shang Gu does take care of her gallery business, but not those Because of the rumored reason," she paused, "Is this answer okay?"

Ah!

I don't know why, but the tears welled up all at once, they came too suddenly, I couldn't hold them back and had no time to cover them up, so they just fell out like that.

For this sudden tenderness, for the relief of my doubts, for... my unseen expectations.

"Yes...I'm sorry, I was just afraid that you would get angry with me...I was scared..."

My eyes are still blurred, the soft touch of the tissue appears on my fingers, and the next moment is a soft and delicate hand that is slightly warm, gently holding mine, and gently stuffing the tissue into it.

When I realized it, she had already completed the action, and she sighed, "You, how stupid you are."

I wiped my tears with the paper towel, as if my nose touched the fragrance, I put the paper towel in my pocket again, "I'm sorry... I made you laugh."

Another question flashed through my mind: Then, were you the person in the back seat of the car that night?

But it was just a flash, and I didn't dare to do it again.

She shook her head, "Come on, can I ask, how old are you?"

"Huh? I'm 28."

"Are you really 28? I always heard you say that you left Rice eight years ago. I was still wondering if I made a mistake. You look a few years younger than your real age. I'm so envious." She said I looked around from the top of my head to my chin.

"Then I can't even see that you are 30~"

God!I don't deserve a tongue!Please take it back and fry it with green peppers!You can also add a dish to the children in the disaster area!

I was exposed, and she knew that I had checked her information.

Shang Wan was stunned for a moment, watching my blush-white-red blush alternately, like the dome lights of an ambulance, her face gradually softened, her eyes deepened, her brows raised, and she said lightly, "I'm old. "

"No! Well, don't forget the buns, is the driver coming to pick them up? If not, I'll take you back. You can't take these."

Shang Wan and I were polite, and finally agreed to let me take her back to Shangu Hotel. Shangu’s hotel and office headquarters building are not in the same place. There is a block between the hotel and the office building. She has a suite with a kitchen in the hotel. I live there on weekdays.

"Then does anyone take care of your daily life?"

I was carrying a lunch box, holding her computer bag, and walked with her on the street near eleven o'clock. I wanted to make her carry as little as possible, because those high heels looked tiring.The hustle and bustle of the day dissipated as the last batch of fireworks dissipated, and the real night came. This is the time when I get off work every day, as if I am witnessing the last moment of every day in the world.

Who would have thought that there is an extra Shang Wan by my side today.

"There will be people in the villa to clean up the house and cook some meals, but I don't want people living there, after all, the space is not that big."

"Well. The buns can be steamed in a pan or heated in a microwave. If you microwave them, put a piece of wet kitchen paper or cotton cloth on top to cover them."

I accompanied her to the hotel lobby, thinking that I should stop, and hesitated a bit, after all, there are so many things, "Can you...can you move it by yourself?"

If I want to take something that can always be moved, I have an extra lunch box than when I came, and I can still carry it.

She nodded, "No problem."

"Okay, then when do you want to come, let me know, and I will make better ones for you next time."

"Oh! I almost forgot!" She said as she opened the bag and took out a bank card, "I pre-deposited a little in it, so I don't have to check out again and again."

"Ah?" I didn't realize why she gave me the card, "Oh, no need!"

"Take it quickly, the temporary password will be sent to you later."

I stood there awkwardly, taking her money and looking like it was a lot, I felt a little embarrassed.

She took the computer bag from me, put the card in my hand, and took the lunch box, "Don't worry about this little thing, go back and rest early."

That night was full of ups and downs, foggy, I watched Shang Wan walk into the private elevator, the door closed, I walked out of the hotel lobby, I didn’t rush to call a car, I strode on the less crowded street , as if there was a fire in my chest that was about to burn, those eyes, the temperature of that hand, that explanation that could not have existed, all the silent and vocal things that were tense at a certain boundary, almost exploded Open, bright, and dazzling seeds are all accumulating in my chest at this time. I touched the tissue in my pocket with my hand, and it told me that all this happened for real, not in my imagination. I ran, I'm going to let the rhythm of the muscles and the racing heart beat to calm it down.

As for why Shangwan changed from a cold winter to a warm spring, the authorities were confused, and I didn't figure it out that night.

When I woke up at noon the next day, I received two messages, one was the password from Shang Wan, I didn’t know how to reply for a while, and the other was a message from Xiao Ziyan:

-I seem to be in trouble...

I hurriedly called her, and she answered, her voice was very unhappy, and the air pressure was low to negative: "I'm at the Burning Ice Gallery."

I was stunned, "Then...do you want me to go there?"

She paused for a long time, "Yes."

When I arrived at the gallery, Shang Wan happened to send me a message, asking me for my email address. I thought it was about recruiting interns she mentioned yesterday. At that time, she said that she had information for me to read, so she hurried back I gave an email address and didn't ask much.

The salesman Xiaoan already remembered me and knew that I was a "friend" of her boss. When she saw me, she smiled and led me directly to the VIP room.

With Shang Wan's answer the night before, I also had a solid foundation in my heart, knowing that Zhuo Bing had no indescribable relationship with her. In fact, I didn't see any evidence of "pro" or "con". On the contrary, I saw the Maybach and the woman who looked like Shang Wan in the back seat, but somehow, I just believed Shang Wan's words.

In the VIP room, Xiao Ziyan was listlessly sitting on the sofa, and Zhuo Bing was drawing a picture. When he saw me coming, he grinned, "Why don't you come to play with me?"

"Hi, busy with livelihood, how about you? I heard that there is a new project to do."

She smiled, "If you don't tell me, I almost forgot. The world is so small. I saw you in Mr. Shang's circle of friends that day."

I shrugged, "That's right, my sisters, Xiao Ziyan, also saw you in Moments."

Xiao Ziyan was sitting there, watching us back and forth, she was dazed the whole time.

Zhuo Bing got up to get me something to drink, I waved my hand, "Don't bother, what's wrong with Sister Ziyan?"

Only then did Xiao Ziyan come back to his senses, and his shoulders slumped again, "After recording the show last night, Zhuo Bing sent me home, and my husband saw me at the bottom of the building..."

"...does he suspect anything?"

"At that time..." Xiao Ziyan didn't continue.

"At that time, I hugged her waist." Zhuo Bing took it.

The author has something to say: Xiao Shang: Come on, tell me what the title of this chapter reads?

The author really has something to say this time: the next update will be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and many people have already guessed that the landlord’s family has no food left. For future updates, if they are on the list, they will be based on the number of words required by the list, usually [-] a week , four more like this.Anyone who is familiar with the temple knows that this is a surprising speed...