Chapter 767

However, back to the office, strange and alienated voice brought him back to reality. Looking up, the man looked at him coldly with his long legs folded and fingers clasped.

Zuo Yan doesn't mind admitting his identity in front of him, "I'm not wan Jingting."

The boss's voice is not as cold as when the boss is cold, but it is still frightening. Han Cheng nods hard.

I can probably guess what will happen if I refuse, so I use silence instead of answer.

Tong en pursed the corners of his mouth and was thinking about how to refuse him. Youyou said, "don't refuse me any more. I'm serious."

"I'll work overtime with you. I'll pick you up."

"Tonight? But I may work overtime tonight. "

Zuo Yan then said, "would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

Asked the Secretary and then told him about the restaurant.

"Well..."

"It's not delicious."

"Aren't you eating?"

"What's the name? I'll ask Secretary han to buy one for me."

Looking at the home cooked food the Secretary bought for him, Tong en replied truthfully.

"Well." Zuo Yan said, "what did you have for lunch?"

Tong en was a little surprised over there. "I'm eating. Did you eat?"

Han Cheng retreats in silence.

“……” Han Cheng wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand. The psychological gap is too big. The only thing that hasn't changed is his tone to his wife. He still dotes on his wife tenderly. No, he has more dependence. With the blessing of the cold and light voice, Su's voice makes people feel sick.

"Yes, have you had lunch?"

Ma'am!

Said, put down the tableware, touch the mobile phone on the table, Han Cheng frown want to know who he called, followed by a familiar female voice.

"No

"Why don't I ask the nutritionist to make one?"

He said, expressionless, picked up a pocketed egg and bit it.

"Average."

Han Cheng took a look, observed his face, and asked cautiously, "how does it taste?"

He twisted his brows and took a bite.

Zuo Yan opened Wan Jingting's usual tableware box, glanced at it and put it down. He picked up the chopsticks and spoon and opened the bowl of noodles. The smell of tomatoes came to his face.

On the desk, the tomato noodles of that night were put on respectfully. Han Cheng said with a dry smile, "Mr. Wan, try it."

It's the best noodle restaurant nearby.

This bowl of tomato noodles is not easy to buy. Han Cheng ordered people to buy the best tomato noodles nearby. It took half an hour to buy them back.

Han Cheng swallowed saliva, received a slightly dissatisfied look, said: "I'm going to buy it for you."

"Ah?" So plain.

Left Yan gently leans to the leather seat, eyes indifferent, "tomato egg noodles."

“…… Mr. Wan, Mr. Wan, would you like to have something made by a nutritionist or order at noon

Zuo Yan said, "you can shout as many as those people outside call me."

"Well, I don't know what to call you?"

After a pause, Han Cheng said, "the food Wan always eats is cooked by a nutritionist and sometimes sent by a restaurant."

"I'll take what he has for lunch."

Han Cheng's eyes widened in consternation. Zuo Yan lifted his lips and didn't want to explain.

He was not surprised, nodded, "I will take over this position in the future."

"My wife told me."

Restless all day, it was not easy to get out of work, out of the company gate, the man's car was waiting not far away.

"How come it's raining all of a sudden?" Passing female colleagues on high heels quickly ran to the roadside to stop the car.

Tong en looked up at the sky, and it really began to drizzle.