It's too hard for a green tea man to match him

Attach the spine to the door panel.

"Why are you here?" The man's deep voice fell on his ears, with a bit of forbearance.

Yu Qiu clenched the bag tightly and looked up at him, his eyes were clear and bright, like the most beautiful gemstones, which easily made people's hearts flutter.

"I just said that I want to have dinner with you."

Shen Mingdeng rubbed the back of his neck with his palm, bowed his head and kissed the tip of his nose, "You should call me in advance to freeze like this."

Another peck.

Yu Qiu smiled, "Of course you can't tell the surprise in advance. Let's eat first."

"Ah."

The office has a reception sofa, two facing each other with a black tea table in between.The sofa is not big, it is more than enough for one person to sit, but it is a bit crowded for two people to sit together.

Yu Qiu originally planned to sit separately, but Shen Mingdeng pulled his wrist and sat beside him, shoulder to shoulder, legs to legs.

The heating was turned on in the office, and the large down jacket was very cumbersome, so Yu Qiu simply took it off, revealing the light gray turtleneck sweater underneath.

He has a slender frame, a slender neck, and a sweater with an excellent sense of self-cultivation, which makes him look particularly stylish.

Shen Mingdeng opened the lunch box.

The hot steam gushes out with the aroma of vegetables, and a different kind of warmth pours into the heart.

He squeezed Yu Qiu's hand, "I will learn how to do it in the future, so be careful not to hurt yourself."

"If it wasn't for someone who forgot to sleep and eat, I wouldn't have made these, and I was splashed with oil when I was cooking." Yu Qiu picked up a piece of radish and gave it to him.

"Where is the splash?" Shen Mingdeng frowned suddenly, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and held up his right hand to look.

"I'm lying to you." Yu Qiu glared at him, "But if you continue to skip meals, I will continue to deliver meals, maybe one day..."

"Don't tell me, I will definitely eat on time in the future." Shen Mingdeng didn't want to hear about his "injury".

"As you said, I have an eyeliner in the company." Yu Qiu snorted softly.

Shen Mingdeng laughed: "Who else can be your eyeliner, except Wen Ce, 'Need to Sleep' has come out."

"It's good to know."

On the other side, Miffy was happily eating at his workstation, so happy that he wanted to cry.

Why does Mr. Shen have such a good younger brother when he already has so many? !

So enviable.

There are also employees who bring their own meals, but they are all prepared the day before, and the taste has been greatly reduced after being heated in the microwave that day, and their own cooking skills are not as good as Yu Qiu's. Eating from their own bowls, and smelling the aroma of Mi Fei's dishes, Quite a bit hard to swallow.

"Brother Mi, did you bring your own food? Haven't seen it before, are you looking for a girlfriend?" A male colleague asked gossip.

"How can that be?" Mi Fei shook his head, "It was Boss Shen's younger brother who brought the meal to Boss Shen, and he gave me a copy by the way."

Everyone was surprised, "Brother Shen? Delivering food? Did he make it himself?"

"Yes."

"What kind of fairy brother is this!" Everyone envied and hated him.

"No, isn't Mr. Shen the only son? Where is the younger brother?" Someone asked.

"You don't know that, do you? He is still a half-brother." Another person said, "My brother gave it to me once before. That time I worked overtime on weekends. I happened to see it when you were away. Let's not talk about the kitchen. Yi, she looks really good-looking!"

"Ah, it's not like a parent is so close. The more I talk about it, the more envious I become. Is my brother in Mr. Shen's office now? I really want to go and see."

Wen Ce happened to pass by here after dinner, and he couldn't help but stop when he heard the small talk and asked, "Brother Shen?"

Everyone got up and called "Mr. Wen".

Wen Ce waved his hand and asked Miffy, "Master Yu is here?"

Miffy:?

This "Master Yu" refers to Yu Qiu?

Others don't know, so, is Mr. Wen a joking name or an honorific title?

"Ah yes." Miffy nodded blankly.

Wen Ce's eyes lit up, he turned and walked towards Shen Mingdeng's office.

Why didn't Master Yu tell him when he came.

He knocked on the door grumblingly.

"Enter."

Wen Ce pushed open the door, and saw the two people crowded together on the sofa at a glance, he was very puzzled: "What are you two doing sitting together?"

Shen Mingdeng glanced at him coldly: "I know you're coming, I'll reserve a seat for you."

Wen Ce: "..."

When he is a fool?

"Brother Wen, do you want to talk to Brother Shen? I'll make room for you." Yu Qiu changed the subject.

"No, I came to see you." Wen Ce shook his head and sat opposite, looked at the lunch box on the coffee table, and exaggerated, "You came here specially to deliver food to Shen?"

Yu Qiu smiled.

"What's the matter?" Shen Mingdeng's expression was indifferent, as if chasing away customers.

Wen Ce didn't know that he was a light bulb, so he chatted with Yu Qiu: "It's a pity that I didn't see "Old Street" with my own eyes."

""Old Street" is hanging in the studio now, if you have time, you can watch it." Yu Qiu said.

"Studio?" Wen Ce was surprised, "Didn't it mean that all award-winning works can be auctioned?"

It is impossible for a work that won a gold medal to be bought by no one.

Yu Qiu nodded: "I didn't sell it."

On the one hand, his creation of "Old Street" originated from his own memories, and it is a testimony to breaking the old barriers. He wanted to keep it for himself; some concern.

Wen Ce was ecstatic: "If you have time, you must go and appreciate the masterpiece!"

"Thank you." Yu Qiu smiled politely.

"How did you get here?" Shen Mingdeng asked Yu Qiu after eating the last grain of rice.

Yu Qiu took out the key from his pocket and shook it.

"Be careful on the way back." Shen Mingdeng put the lunch box in his bag, "Or, there is a rest room inside, wait for me to come together after get off work."

Yu Qiu: "..."

The second half is the point, right?

He secretly laughed at the man's sullenness, and said deliberately on his face: "I'm disturbing your work here, I'd better go back."

"Qiuqiu." Shen Mingdeng grabbed his wrist, "I need to digest after dinner, and I'll take you for a stroll around the company."

"Me too." Wen Ce interjected.

Shen Mingdeng stared at him: "The cooperation project with country E has been negotiated?"

Wen Ce raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, I'll go back to work."

Before leaving, he waved to Yu Qiu, "Master Yu, let's chat when we have time."

Yu Qiu laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Mingdeng wrapped his arms around his waist and put a belt in his bosom, "Have you had a good chat with him?"

"Didn't you mean to show me around the company?" Yu Qiu pushed him away, put on a down jacket, "Let's go."

It was the first time for Mr. Shen to take people around the company.

The gossip spread among the employees at a very fast speed. A bald man secretly said that it was dangerous, and luckily he didn't offend the boss' younger brother just now.

"The boss is so handsome, and the younger brother is also so good-looking. It's really not that the whole family doesn't come into the house."

"A half-brother, right? It can only be said that each of them has good genes."

"Why do I feel that the boss' brother looks familiar?"

"Good-looking people always have something in common."

"No, it looks familiar to me! I must have seen it somewhere!"

"You are so young, you must still be in school, where can you meet?"

"Ah! I remembered! Look at this photo, is it the boss' brother!"

The photo was the one that Yu Qiu won the award.

Although the Youth Art Festival is not a splash, there will always be people who see any news, and everyone who is good-looking and talented will pay more attention.

Someone read the press release: "...the winner of the gold medal in the fiber art category of the Huajing Youth Culture and Art Festival... only [-] years old... this is too awesome!"

"Let me see what the gold award works look like!"

Even Miffy was shocked, and immediately searched the Internet for relevant news.

"This is embroidery? Isn't it an oil painting?! This is too realistic!"

"It's amazing! My brother is just woo woo woo."

"No wonder Mr. Wen called him 'Master Yu'!"

"Decrypted, decrypted!"

"My younger brother seems to be a student of Huajing University."

"how do you know?"

"President Shen's family held a birthday party for him before. I heard from insiders."

"Cough," Miffy interrupted everyone's discussion, "Stop talking, it's time to work."

He is President Shen's special assistant, and he has high qualifications in the company, so no one dared to discuss it anymore.

Miffy turned back in satisfaction, saw the lunch box beside the table from the corner of his eye, and shouted excitedly in his heart, this is the meal made by the artist himself!

How lucky he is!

Shen Mingdeng took Yu Qiu to visit the company, first to visit Xiaoshi, and second to let the company's employees recognize their faces, so that Yu Qiu can come in directly when he comes to the company in the future.

The two walked around and returned to the office.

"Go to the lounge?" Shen Mingdeng asked.

Yu Qiu asked back: "I am an eyesore?"

"No." Shen Mingdeng caressed his cheek with some restraint, "I'm afraid I won't be interested in working."

"Oh—" Yu Qiu dragged his voice, raised his head and kissed him on the cheek, "Are there any books to pass the time?"

"I'll look for it." Shen Mingdeng led him and opened the drawer on the left side of the desk.

There were indeed books lying in it.

Yu Qiu raised his eyebrows, and before Shen Mingdeng could react, he took out a copy and asked deliberately, "Do you have a child?"

It was the psychological book that Wen Ce had mentioned to him a long time ago, the kind that cared for children.

Shen Mingdeng: "..."

Forget about this crop.

He said sternly, "It was a previous client who landed here."

"The customer talks to you about business, and still brings such a book, he must love his children very much."

Shen Mingdeng looked determined: "Yes."

Dimples appeared on Yu Qiu's lips. He flipped through the book and said, "The customer is very serious, and there are notes on it. His calligraphy seems to be from the same school as yours."

"..."

"I also have to study and study, maybe it will be useful in the future."

Shen Mingdeng's eyes darkened, he put his arms around his waist and took him down, and sat on his lap.

"Is it useful?" The man leaned closer to his earlobe, his deep voice made people feel numb.

Yu Qiu put his palm on his shoulder, his beautiful eyes squinted sideways, with hooks at the end of the eyes, and said softly, "Aren't you going to work?"

"It can work like this." Shen Mingdeng seemed to have become a foolish king, no longer serious and serious as before.

Yu Qiu smiled secretly, and touched the man's tie with his fingers, twirling and twirling, twirling and twirling.

The dark blue tie bound Yubai's hands, reminding Shen Mingdeng of a previous night.

At that time, he was adhering to the way of a gentleman, and he didn't dare to touch him. Now that the young man is obediently in his arms, saying some provocative words, of course he...

The phone rang suddenly.

Shen Mingdeng picked up the internal line, his expression gradually became serious, and he confessed in a deep voice: "Notify all departments for a meeting in five minutes."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Yu Qiu.

"Going to a meeting? Hurry up." Yu Qiu made a gesture and jumped off his lap.

Shen Mingdeng stopped him, grabbed his hand, kissed him, picked him up again, walked into the next lounge, and put him on the single bed.

"Come back after the meeting, you rest first."

Yu Qiu grabbed his tie, "Bow your head."

Men are good at what they do.

The two kissed briefly. Shen Mingdeng covered him with a quilt, looked at him, and kissed his forehead again before leaving the lounge and closing the door gently.

Yu Qiu wrapped the quilt around her and took a deep breath. The quilt smelled of Shen Mingdeng, which was light, restrained, and especially intoxicating.

He was thinking wildly, but he gradually became sleepy and gradually fell asleep.

Shen Mingdeng finished the meeting with a tired look on his brows. He returned to the office and quietly opened the door of the lounge.

The young man falls asleep under the quilt and sleeps soundly.

He condensed for a moment, with a smile in his eyes, and silently closed the door.

The fatigue of the past few days has been swept away.