Looking at the man who was seriously settling accounts with her, Le Yao's lips twitched, and she suddenly felt like she had been screwed over.

"Let's go." After saying that, Nangong Jue naturally reached out and took Le Yao's hand, and walked straight ahead.

Because of the shock she had just experienced, Le Yao hadn't noticed the other person's movements. When she realized she was trying to shake them off, the other person suddenly let go: "Let's rest for a bit. It'll probably be another half hour before we can board the plane."

Le Yao then realized that they had arrived at the VIP lounge, and the other party looked so calm that she didn't know what to say, so she could only go over and sit down on the sofa.

Nangong Jue's lips curled up slightly as he squeezed her hand. The smooth feeling from before seemed to linger in his palm. He realized that the girl's hand was so small that his large hand could easily envelop it.

A waiter, quite perceptive, brought over some snacks and coffee. I really wanted to strike up a conversation, but Fang Ming quickly dismissed me.

As a qualified assistant, he had to be able to think what his boss was thinking. His boss was obviously trying to win back his wife, and he couldn't let those flashy, shameless women outside interfere.

He is truly a qualified assistant.

Black Hawk glanced at him and curled his lip.

Fang Ming then pulled the guy who was standing there away. Was he just standing there like a third wheel?

Le Yao didn't notice anyone else's behavior. Although it wasn't lunchtime yet, she was indeed a little hungry. The tiramisu cake in front of her looked delicious, so she quickly took a small spoon and took a bite. It tasted slightly different from the ones she made herself; these were a bit sweeter, but the texture was very good, and it would probably be more popular with children.

"Delicious?" Nangong Jue sat down next to her at some point, holding a cup of coffee.

"It's alright." Le Yao squinted her eyes, then glanced at him. "Want to try some?" It was just a casual question.

“Okay.” Nangong Jue actually agreed immediately, and even stared at her cake with wide eyes.

Le Yao was taken aback. She really was just being polite. Besides, if you wanted to eat it, you could just ask the waiter to bring one over. Why were you eyeing yours?

"Um..." Le Yao had already scooped out a small piece with her spoon, intending to eat it herself, but being stared at like that by the other person made her a little embarrassed. "Um..."

Nangong Jue glanced at her, and then surprisingly opened his mouth.

Le Yao's lips twitched. Looking at the small spoon in her hand, she didn't know what to do for a moment.

Nangong Jue reached out and took Le Yao's hand, put the small spoon in his mouth, ate the cake, then let go, chewed it, and licked his lips with his tongue.

Le Yao: ...

This girl is alluring, and with such flirtatious moves, she's absolutely irresistible.

"It's not as good as what you make." Nangong Jue glanced at Le Yao with a smile.

"Uh..." Le Yao quickly looked away, feeling her ears burning. She had just been infatuated with a boy.

But... is it a matter of whether it tastes good or not? It's more like... I just used this spoon, and now you're using it directly, so should I use it again later?

"Don't worry, I don't mind." Nangong Jue seemed to have sensed Le Yao's thoughts and added.