Chapter 62： Kind name

Chapter 62 Kind Address

In the office, Cheng Jia’s gentle voice penetrated into Wen Ran’s ears through the solid wood door panels, gentle and brisk: “Mao Mo, I don’t have the money to buy any valuable gifts, so I have to cook and make a few dishes. I will meet you for dinner that day. I like sweet and sour pork ribs and braised lion's head. I just made them. I also made two dishes and made a soup. You can try them all."

Wen Ran's eyes changed slightly, and she subconsciously pressed her lips.

Inside, there was a slight noise, which seemed to be the sound of Cheng Jia opening the lunch box, and then Mo Xiuchen's voice sounded, calmly alienated: "Cheng Jia, don't open it, I promised it, I will go home for dinner at noon. Your kindness , I understand."

Cheng Jia's movement to open the lunch box was stagnant, she raised her head, looked at Mo Xiuchen softly, and said softly: "Mo Shao, you can taste it, it took me a whole morning. Or I will call Miss Wen. Call and tell her that you won't go back at noon."

Wen Ran's expression changed a bit, resisting the urge to push the door open immediately, and waited for another second before hearing Mo Xiuchen say, "I won't go back if I missed an appointment. Of course I will be angry. If you don't want to take it back, just Let it go, I'll send someone to the cafeteria in a moment, and I will give everyone a snack at noon."

Hearing these words, Wen Ran was inexplicably happy, the corners of her mouth raised, and she knocked on the door without hesitation.

In the office, Cheng Jia paled because of Mo Xiuchen's words, and she wanted to say something. There was a sudden knock on the door. Mo Xiuchen raised his eyes and looked at the door, saying, "Come in!"

Wen Ran opened the door and looked at the man behind the desk with a smile.

When his eyes met, Mo Xiuchen's deep eyes flashed a little stunned. When his eyes touched the insulated lunch box she was holding, a small smile appeared between the handsome eyebrows, "Of course, why are you here!"

The ‘ranran’ surpassed the tip of his tongue, and his thin lips overflowed. It was natural and kind, revealing a heart-pounding tenderness. It seemed to have been called this way thousands of times, and his heart trembled warmly.

While he was talking, the stalwart figure came out from behind the desk and strode to her. From the moment she opened the door, she was the only one in his eyes, completely treating Cheng Jia standing in front of the sofa as invisible.

Wen Ran was standing at the door with a smile, watching him approach with a smile, the air breathed into the nose was gradually replaced by the clear and familiar masculine breath, her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

The long figure of the man stopped in front of her, his deep eyes swept over the insulated lunch box in her hand, and asked gently: "You came here to bring me food specially?"

A layer of powder appeared on her gentle and white face because of the changing emotions in her heart, her smile with a gentle smile was more elegant and gentle than Cheng Jia's tenderness. She nodded and was about to speak, Mo Xiuchen suddenly He grabbed her wrist and frowned and asked, "What's going on on the back of this hand?"

Wen Ran was startled slightly, meeting his caring eyes, she felt a warm feeling in her heart, shook her head, and said indifferently: "It was accidentally scalded by oil, just leave it alone, and taste what I brought you. The food is good or not."

Mo Xiuchen took the insulated lunch box in her hand, pretending to be surprised, and asked, "You made these dishes?"

With a witty smile, she said, "I'll tell you if you taste it."

As soon as she finished speaking, standing in front of the sofa, Cheng Jia, whose face was pale, couldn’t read their affectionate scenes, and interjected: "Miss Wen, you can cook too?"

(End of this chapter)