Xia Laoer is in the hospital, he is sick due to fatigue.

Xia Laoer and Xia Dong jointly opened a western restaurant named "Healing House". Xia Qingshu invested and became the largest shareholder.

Xia Qingshu thought that for Xia Laoer, a Sichuan cuisine chef who switched to Western cuisine, it would be good enough if he could break even.

Unexpectedly, Xia Laoer’s dishes became a huge hit once they were launched, and quickly became a popular check-in destination for internet celebrities, where one needs to make reservations and queue up in advance to dine there. In particular, the signature dishes such as French-style ginger and red oil frogs, Italian thick soup chicken and other Chinese and Western fusion dishes are deeply loved by the general public.

Xia Laoer and Xia Dong opened another branch in the city center.

Xia Laoer was mainly responsible for menu design, recruiting and training the chef team, while Xia Dong was responsible for restaurant operations. After the branch was officially launched, Xia Laoer overworked and fainted in the kitchen.

After being hospitalized, Xia Laoer underwent a full body examination and was found to have no serious illness, but a lot of minor problems such as high blood pressure and high blood lipids. The doctor recommended that he rest more and not overwork.

Xia Qingshu brought some real Biluochun Dahongpao and some supplements from home and went to visit. Xia Jing arranged a luxurious suite for Xia Laoer.

"Miaozi, the restaurant makes a lot of money every month. Dad will save all the money for you." Xia Laoer said softly while lying on the bed, "There is also a shopping mall that wants us to open a store. Dad will start the business after he is discharged from the hospital. You will be the major shareholder of all the branches."

The restaurant's business was booming, and Xia Laoer was afraid that his "Korean relatives" would come to ask for money, so he announced to the public that he was making a loss. Uncle Xia and his family came to visit from time to time, and Xia Laoer was afraid that there might be eavesdroppers, so he spoke as if he were a thief.

"Dad, I don't lack money."

Not only is he not short of money, he will soon become the manager of a 5 billion fund. He also has an heir to a fortune worth hundreds of billions in his belly.

It's magical.

After entering the book, he seemed to have a wealth-attracting buff, and everyone who was close to him became rich.

Even Xia Laoer, an ordinary chef, suddenly became big and powerful.

"Keep your money for Qingqiu... and Yubin."

"Let's talk about it later." Xia Laoer fooled him, "Miaozi, how are your parents treating you over there? If they're not treating you well, then come back."

"Dad, they are nice to me." Xia Qingshu took a pear and peeled it slowly.

"Oh." Xia Lao Er's eyes were somewhat disappointed. He looked at Xia Qingshu. Sure enough, Xia Qingshu's face had more flesh on it. "You should come back often to visit us."

"Yeah, I'll come back when I'm free. Dad, did you abuse Xia Yubin?" Xia Qingshu remembered Xia Yubin's crying in front of Chen Qixi. Xia Laoer was so honest and didn't seem like someone who would do something like abusing his son.

"No, I didn't." Xia Lao Er was a little excited. He clumsily explained that he had invited Xia Yubin to stay at Old Man Xia's house, but was rejected. Then they booked a room at Home Inn for Xia Yubin at a price of two hundred yuan a night, but Xia Yubin did not stay there, thus wasting several hundred yuan in vain.

Xia Lao Er sat up, his eyes a little vague, "That child has some extravagant habits."

He looked around mysteriously, and pulled Xia Qingshu, "I don't think he looks like my child."

They don't look like him, they don't have the same personality, they don't have the same style, they are not like him in any way...

He was in the hospital, but Xia Yubin didn't come to see him, nor did he call or send any messages. He didn't seem like a hard-hearted person at all.

Xia Laoer secretly took out a small paper bag from under the pillow and handed it to Xia Qingshu.

Xia Qingshu took the paper package, opened it and looked, "Dad, why are there so many hairs?"

There are a lot of them.

"Xia Yubin's." Xia Lao Er gritted his teeth and reluctantly plucked a hair from the back of his head. "Take it for identification."

"A paternity test only requires a few strands of hair." Xia Qingshu looked at the large bundle of hair in the paper bag and said, "Dad, you plucked his hair out."

Xia Lao Er stammered, "No, I just gently...he dropped it by himself."

Although Xia Yubin is not like me in any way, they are quite similar in that they both have hair loss.

Xia Qingshu put her hair away and said, "Okay, I'll take it to the testing center downstairs in a moment."

Xia Qingshu put her hair into her pocket, looked up, and saw Chen Zhiyu appear at the door of the ward.

"Brother Zhiyu, why are you here?"

Secretary Li pushed Chen Zhiyu in and said, "Boss, I came to the hospital to change the medicine. I heard that Uncle Xia was in the hospital, so I came to visit him."

Secretary Li was also holding two large boxes of premium sea cucumbers with Cordyceps sinensis.

Mr. Chen came to visit specially? !

Xia Laoer was flattered and jumped up from the bed, almost bumping into the medical equipment next to the bed.

He had a low level of education and was not good at speaking. Facing a person like Chen Zhiyu, he didn't know how to receive him. He blurted out, "Welcome, welcome, welcome!"

Xia Qingshu felt a little embarrassed. The last time he got help from Chen Zhiyu, Xia Laoer was very excited. Now that Chen Zhiyu came to visit him in person, Xia Laoer was as happy as a poor man who had picked up a gold nugget.

"Dad, you are a patient, lie down."

He put down the fruit, wiped his hands with paper, and reached out to take the gift box. "Thank you, Brother Zhiyu, you are so polite."

Because I was in a hurry, I didn't wipe the pear juice off my hands, so they were wet and my knuckles were pink.

Secretary Li turned the hand that was delivering the gift box and pressed it on the boss's leg.

Chen Zhiyu glanced at Secretary Li, picked up the gift box and prepared to hand it to Xia Qingshu.

Xia Qingshu had to bend down to get it.

When he got closer, Chen Zhiyu smelled the fresh lemon scent again. The closer he was, the stronger the milky smell was.

He has never had lemon-flavored milk.

He originally thought that these two scents were good when smelled separately and no one would mix them together.

I didn't expect that the fusion of the two flavors would produce such a chemical reaction.

Rich fragrance.

Xia Qingshu picked up the gift box and her fingers accidentally touched Chen Zhiyu's leg.

Through the fine cotton fabric, the sticky and slippery feeling of the fingertips spread, and the refreshing fragrance seemed to follow the tip of the nose all the way down...

Chen Zhiyu's body trembled.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the gift box.

Xia Qingshu couldn't hold it anymore, so he raised his head and asked in a low voice, "Isn't it for my dad?"

Under the long curly eyelashes, those charming eyes hid doubts.

Just like a doll displayed in a window, even if she puts on the most seductive clothes, her eyes are still clear.

The distance between the two was less than ten centimeters. Chen Zhiyu felt that the face was smaller and smaller, and he could hold his entire face in one hand.

"It's for uncle." Chen Zhiyu paused, "I'll give it to you personally."

"Oh." Xia Qingshu stood up.

Chen Zhiyu drove the wheelchair towards the bed.

Hearing that Chen Zhiyu was going to hand the gift box to him personally, Xia Laoer, who was lying on the bed, became even more panicked.

If he had paid a little more attention, he would have discovered that Chen Zhiyu seemed absent-minded, with a pair of dark eyes, deep and unfathomable, but somewhat dazed.

The wheelchair drove to the bedside, and Chen Zhiyu stood up holding the gift box. The leg injury has not yet healed completely, and the body is shaking slightly when standing.

Secretary Li took a step back, and Xia Qingshu, who was standing next to him, just happened to support him.

"Uncle Xia, take care of yourself." Chen Zhiyu put the gift box on the bed and naturally placed his right hand on Xia Qingshu's shoulder.

The shoulders are small and round, not even big enough to be held in one hand.

Xia Qingshu frowned. He didn't really like this kind of physical contact.

But Zhiyu's leg was injured because of him, so he couldn't perform an over-the-shoulder throw on the spot.

Brother Zhiyu seemed a little weak. First, his hand was placed on his shoulder, and then half of his body weight was pressed down on him.

Xia Qingshu wanted to help him sit in the wheelchair, but when he turned around, he found that the wheelchair had been pushed away by Secretary Li.

Secretary Li explained with a smile, "The doctor said that it's okay for the boss to walk a few steps."

Xia Qingshu supported Chen Zhiyu, "Brother Zhiyu, let me help you sit on the sofa."

"Yeah." Chen Zhiyu responded hesitantly, raised his injured leg and took a difficult step forward.

Xia Qingshu was shorter than him. He lowered his head slightly, and his nose brushed across the ends of her hair. The scent of green lime was close at hand.

It turns out that the lemon scent comes from the hair. It should be the smell of shampoo, light and sour.

Chen Zhiyu took a deep breath.

Moving your eyes downward, at the end of the hair is a slender neck. Against the backdrop of black hair, the skin is as white, delicate and silky as milk.

Chen Zhiyu swallowed his saliva and his Adam's apple moved.

Secretary Li couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Boss, you will be beaten for your perverted behavior in front of Uncle Xia."

Secretary Li stepped forward, blocked Xia Laoer's line of sight, and started chatting with him.

In just a distance of less than two meters, Chen Zhiyu demonstrated the momentum of the Red Army's Long March of 18,000 miles.

By the time Chen Zhiyu finally sat down on the sofa, Xia Qingshu was hot all over. There was some sweat on his nose, and the tip of his nose was pink.

Chen Zhiyu took out a silk handkerchief from his jacket pocket and handed it over, "Wipe the sweat."

Xia Qingshu was stunned for a moment, then took it.

A chocolate-colored silk handkerchief, the fabric is thin, soft and smooth. Just wipe it lightly on the face to absorb the sweat.

However, Xia Qingshu's skin was softer than silk, and the handkerchief left light red marks where it was wiped.

His skin is so delicate that it easily leaves marks.

After wiping the sweat off his face, Xia Qingshu held the handkerchief, not knowing what to do.

When he took the handkerchief from Chen Zhiyu, he had a strange feeling. At first, he was just surprised that such an evil and arrogant boss like Chen Zhiyu would carry a handkerchief with him.

After wiping the sweat off, he suddenly realized that Chen Zhiyu had severe mysophobia, so why would he take the initiative to lend him a handkerchief?

While Xia Qingshu was stunned, the handkerchief had been taken back by Chen Zhiyu and put into his shirt pocket.

......

"Mr. Chen, have you eaten?" Xia Lao Er really couldn't find anything to talk about, so he could only greet him politely.

Chen Zhiyu raised his hand to check the time. It was just eleven o'clock, so he answered, "I had breakfast, but not lunch."

"Then stay here and have a quick meal?"

The suite ward is equipped with a simple kitchen. Although there is no ventilation, it is equipped with an induction cooker. Xia Laoer thought the hospital meals were too expensive, so he brought ingredients to cook his own meals.

Ever since he started running the restaurant, he hasn't personally delivered meals to Chen Zhiyu for a long time. Fortunately, Chen Zhiyu is here today, so he can eat some hot food right out of the pot.

Chen Zhiyu did not agree immediately, but looked at Xia Qingshu, paused, and then said, "You do it?"

Xia Qingshu touched half of his head embarrassedly and said, "I can't do it."

"I'll do it. I've been lying in bed for more than 20 hours. I'm almost moldy. It's a good time to get up and move around." Xia Laoer propped himself up from the bed. "You guys sit and play for a while. I'll see if there's anything to eat in the refrigerator."

When Xia Qingshu came yesterday, it was Xia Laoer who got up to cook for him. After dinner, he felt sleepy. Xia Laoer was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable curled up on the sofa, so he gave up his bed for him to lie down.

As a result, he fell asleep as soon as he got to the bed. When he woke up, he saw Xia Laoer sitting on a bench receiving an IV. He was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed.

Thinking of this, Xia Qingshu felt a little embarrassed. In order to appear less useless, he added, "I can make scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

His cooking depends on luck. If he is lucky, the dishes will taste good. If he is unlucky, the dishes will taste bad. Xia Qingshu said shyly, "It's just that I haven't learned one ten-thousandth of what Dad has learned."

Chen Zhiyu thought, he was pretending quite well.

If it wasn't you who prepared the meals you brought to him under the scorching sun, who did it?

He has a perfect grasp of his taste.

Xia Qingshu's face was flushed from sweating, like a shy crabapple.

He pursed his lips, revealing a beautiful angle of his jaw, looking shy.

Chen Zhiyu felt helpless as if he was about to be discovered.

Chen Zhiyu lowered his eyes and thought, forget it, I won’t expose him.

He was not ready to agree to him yet, and it would be pointless to bring it up now.

Chen Zhiyu nodded, "Then make me a plate of fried tomato and eggs. I'll try it."

Xia Qingshu didn't expect that the other party really wanted to taste his cooking. He took out his mobile phone and searched Baidu, "Then I'll take a look at the recipe first."

Keep pretending.

Chen Zhiyu leaned against the sofa with a smile on his face, as if he was in control of the situation.

What expression should he use when facing the children during dinner later?

Pretending to be surprised by this familiar taste?

Or are you just marveling at the children's craftsmanship?

~

After Xia Qingshu searched on Baidu, he became very excited. As long as he follows the order of the recipe safely, he is still 30% confident. And with the top chef Xia Lao Er directing him, the probability of failure is not too high.

The small kitchen in the ward is right next to the sink, and you can see Xia Qingshu's busy back while sitting on the sofa.

Chen Zhiyu put a laptop on his lap and looked up from time to time. Xia Qingshu had an apron tied around her waist, looking like a young wife who was seriously learning to cook for her husband, well-behaved and obedient.

Xia Qingshu seldom goes into the kitchen and has terrible knife skills. Apart from washing rice and vegetables, there is really nothing else for him to do. He turned on his phone to look at the "Scrambled Eggs with Tomatoes" tutorial when a message popped up.

The message was from Wen Sheng, inviting him to go to the art exhibition.

He and Wen Sheng had just gone to a concert two days ago.

Although I have known Wen Sheng for a short time, when I opened the dialog box, there were several lengthy chat records.

The two of them got along quite well.

Xia Qingshu felt that he was not stupid, but he was just slow in terms of emotions. If something was not made clear, he would not think about it that way.

After experiencing the He Chen incident, he became a little more careful about his personal feelings, and developed a simple analytical model for other people's sudden enthusiasm.

For example, Wen Sheng, he is a movie emperor, runs his own studio and is very busy. Having asked him out to the movies, art exhibitions and concerts so many times, he wouldn't be so stupid as to think that Wen Sheng just wanted to make friends.

Wen Sheng is handsome and gentle, and he never puts on airs as an actor. No one who has met him says anything bad about him. Looks like a perfect object.

Xia Qingshu did not reply, so Wen Sheng sent the time and place, and asked where Xia Qingshu was, and thoughtfully offered to pick him up.

Xia Qingshu stared at the screen.

He had never been in love before, so he didn't know what it felt like, but he had seen movies and knew the kind of distracted feeling that people feel when they fall in love.

At present, he does not have such feelings for Wen Sheng, but he feels comfortable staying with him. Wen Sheng is very good at observing people's words and expressions. He can discover other people's hobbies and habits from subtle details, and then adjust his words and actions to make the other person feel comfortable.

If he wanted to continue the relationship with Wen Sheng, he had to tell her about his pregnancy in advance...

How to tell? When is the best time?

Is it too early to say it now? Would it be insincere if I didn’t say it?

Oh, love is so troublesome!

"Miaozi, the oil is hot." Xia Laoer reminded from the side. Xia Qingshu came to his senses, picked up a pot of tomatoes and poured them directly into the oil pan.

“Z—”

When the tomatoes were put into the pot, hot oil splashed out and splashed onto Xia Qingshu's hands. Xia Qingshu hissed and took a step back.

Looking at the tomatoes in the frying pan, Xia Qingshu felt a burning pain in his arm and woke up instantly.

Oh no, I got the order wrong again. I should have poured the egg liquid first.

He looked down and saw that his hands were covered with red spots from the hot oil.

"Rinse with cold water for a while longer." Xia Laoer turned off the fire and drove him to the toilet distressedly, not letting him cook anymore. "Go and entertain Mr. Chen, Dad will cook."

Xia Qingshu put his arm under the faucet. After being showered with cold water, several red spots appeared on his white, jade-like forearm.

He rubbed it twice, and it felt a little stinging, and the red spots spread out, forming a colorful patch.

The skin is so tender.

"What's wrong?" Chen Zhiyu came to the toilet door at some point and looked at him with concern.

"My hand was scalded by the oil." Xia Qingshu stretched out her arms and placed them in front of Chen Zhiyu.

He didn't think it was a big deal. This injury, although it looked scary, was actually not very serious.

His skin is like this, very delicate, and a slight rub will leave a mark.

Chen Zhiyu was very nervous and asked Secretary Li to call the nurse immediately. The nurse didn't come, and Secretary Li brought back a dose of burn ointment.

Xia Qingshu came out of the bathroom and sat on the sofa. Chen Zhiyu held his wrist with one hand and held a cotton swab in the other, carefully applying ointment on his hand.

There was a laptop on the small coffee table next to the sofa. Xia Qingshu took a look and saw that the computer was on video. Chen Zhiyu seemed to be in a video conference. There was a dialog box next to it. The other party had sent a lot of files that needed Chen Zhiyu's confirmation.

"I'll do it myself." Xia Qingshu said, "You go ahead and do your thing."

"Both your hands are burned, how are you going to do it yourself?"

Xia Qingshu was stunned. Although both of his arms were burned, the injuries were not on his fingers, so it would not affect the application of medicine.

"Sit still." Chen Zhiyu thought the cotton swab was too hard, so he squeezed the ointment onto his fingers and used the warmth of his fingertips to rub it open.

"If you don't apply the medicine properly, you may get scars in the future."

After being soaked in cold water, the jade-like arms felt cool and a little slippery.

Pinching and kneading it feels like touching a piece of milk cake, fragrant and soft, very comfortable.

The arms exposed outside are still so white and delicate after being exposed to wind and sun. It is not difficult to imagine that the other skin hidden under the clothes will be even more smooth and white.

Small red bumps appeared where the hot oil splashed. If you rub them gently, they will disappear after a while, but the surrounding skin will appear a red blush.

Very dazzling.

"Just stay if you want." Xia Qingshu didn't care. It's no big deal for a man to have some scars on his body.

Chen Zhiyu looked at him with complicated eyes.

After applying the medicine, Chen Zhiyu still held his wrist. Xia Qingshu struggled twice but failed to break free. He looked over with his big round eyes.

Chen Zhiyu's eyes were calm and his posture was upright. He said seriously, "Don't move. Wait for the medicine to dry."

"Oh." Xia Qingshu looked down and saw that, sure enough, his arms were covered with sticky and shiny ointment. He pursed his pink lips and blew on his arm.

The cool breeze blew the hairs on his arms, and the extra sweet scent flowed along his slender arms and blew towards Chen Zhiyu.

The hand that was pinching his wrist tightened. Xia Qingshu stopped and opened his round eyes again, looking at the person who was pinching his wrist. His eyes seemed to be saying, "What's wrong?"

Her pink lips were slightly open, and she had blown the air too hard, so there was some shiny liquid on the edge of her lips, which made her entire lower lip look even redder.

"Nothing, just continue." Chen Zhiyu lowered his eyes and pulled his thin wrist forward.

"Brother Zhiyu." Xia Qingshu stretched out his index finger and pointed at the computer on the table. The people in the video looked very anxious, waiting for their boss's reply, but their boss was holding a little boy's hand and applying medicine seriously.

Chen Zhiyu realized something, let go of Xia Qingshu's wrist, picked up the computer, said a few words briefly, and closed the computer.

"Are you busy?" Xia Qingshu asked.

"A little bit." Chen Zhiyu took off his Bluetooth headset, took out his mobile phone, sent a few messages, and then instructed Secretary Li on some things.

Xia Qingshu wanted to ask him, "If you are busy, why don't you leave?" He didn't think that Xia Laoer's food was delicious enough to make Chen Zhiyu stay and wait.

The words came to his lips, but he swallowed them back.

Since the day he rescued him, Chen Zhiyu's attitude towards him seemed to be a little different. If He Chen cooking himself could be considered a simple candlelight dinner. Well, the last time we reserved the entire Lantangyuan, it was more like a date between a couple.

Xia Qingshu looked up at Chen Zhiyu, feeling a little depressed as there were too many emotions tangled in his chest. He was very confused. Why did Chen Zhiyu always appear by his side and be so... nice to him even though he had clearly stated that he didn't like him?

He sacrificed himself to block the electric pole, clarified the rumors... and introduced him to the record company's connections. Chen Zhiyu's kindness to him has exceeded the scope of friendship, but it is not that kind of relationship...

He was not like Wen Sheng, who would invite him to concerts, art exhibitions, and say goodnight to him on messaging apps...

Can't understand the other party's intentions.

Since the other party's attitude was unclear, Xia Qingshu decided to ask in person.

Xia Qingshu looked at Chen Zhiyu, who was handling official business, with his sharp brows slightly furrowed, his expression cold and handsome.

Seeing Xia Qingshu looking at him, he had no extra expression, but turned around in a businesslike manner, and while talking on the phone, he pinched his wrist and checked the wound impartially.

~

"It's time to eat."

Old Xia was very skillful and prepared four dishes and a soup in less than an hour. Secretary Li was tactful and found an excuse to leave instead of staying to disturb the boss's family reunion.

There were two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, all of which were Chen Zhiyu's favorite flavors, including the tomatoes that Xia Qingshu had fried badly, which tasted surprisingly good after being improved by Xia Laoer.

"Brother Zhiyu, eat more." Xia Qingshu held the bowl and stared at the meat and vegetables on the table like a greedy cat.

Chen Zhiyu took out a disinfectant tissue, wiped his hands first, then wiped the dishes, and finally added a small half bowl of rice. He took the first piece of food with chopsticks, and then Xia Qingshu and Xia Laoer started eating.

Chen Zhiyu didn't plan to eat too much. He was very picky about the taste of food. Even if Xia Laoer was a chef, he didn't think the food would suit his taste, although the dishes looked delicious.

Xia Qingshu knew his taste, but the little fool was hurt.

I don’t know why the little fool hides his incompetence in front of him, or whether it’s because he is nervous in front of his sweetheart.

Some people are naturally shy and will mess up if they are watched by others.

Maybe the little fool was being stared at and his performance was affected, or maybe he was just simply nervous.

Chen Zhiyu picked up a piece of shredded beef and put it into his mouth.

The meat is soft and tender, salty and delicious.

It was surprisingly delicious.

He frowned and continued to taste the other three dishes - grilled beef ribs, garlic anchovies, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and then drank the mushroom and pork soup.

A familiar taste.

He ate Western food for a month, but it tasted similar to the Chinese food on the table.

An idea suddenly popped up in his mind. Those dishes he thought were made by Xia Qingshu himself were all made by Xia Laoer...

Xia Lao Er pushed the dish in front of him and said, "Mr. Chen, do you like it?"

Chen Zhiyu felt a little irritated and said unhappily, "How can it not suit my taste? I've eaten it so many times before."

There was a hint of sarcasm in the tentative tone.

Xia Lao Er didn't care and still smiled innocently, "As long as you like it, Miaozi said I was messing around when I delivered the meal before. Thank you for helping Miaozi..."

After hearing this, what else is there to not understand?

Chen Zhiyu's hand holding the chopsticks slowly turned pale.

Xia Qingshu knew nothing about it and just worked hard to eat with the bowl in his hand.

I have a very good appetite recently. The food my dad cooks is really delicious. The beef is so tender, the eggs are delicious, and the soup is also delicious. Snort, snort, snort...

After that, Chen Zhiyu basically didn't listen to what Xia Laoer said. I didn't eat much of the food that I liked, and I just felt inexplicably unhappy.

As for what he was unhappy about, he couldn't explain it clearly.

After the meal, Xia Laoer didn't let Xia Qingshu wash the dishes, and asked him to take Chen Zhiyu out for a walk to digest the food.

Xia Qingshu had something on his mind and didn't notice Chen Zhiyu's abnormality. He happened to have something to ask Chen Zhiyu, and as soon as Xia Laoer said it, he stood up and pushed Chen Zhiyu out.

It was early autumn, and the midday sun was glaring and hot. Xia Qingshu pushed Chen Zhiyu around the first-floor lobby. At noon, there were very few people in the hospital.

Chen Zhiyu had a cold face, and no one knew what he was thinking. However, when he saw Xia Qingshu pushing him to a deserted place, he felt a little relieved.

They came to the small garden behind the hospital. Beside the corridor there was a golden osmanthus tree full of flower buds. When the breeze blew, the whole corridor was filled with a sweet scent.

Xia Qingshu sat on the bench, thinking about how to start the conversation.

Asking directly "Are you interested in me?" seems particularly shameless.

It’s too subtle, and I’m afraid the other party won’t understand.

Just when he was getting anxious, Chen Zhiyu spoke up, "Qingshu, do you have something to say to me?"

Xia Qingshu was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"Go ahead." Chen Zhiyu snorted in his heart. The little liar was quite sensible and knew to admit his mistake proactively.

He leaned comfortably in the wheelchair, tapping his fingers on the armrests.

Chen Zhiyu thought about it. Although Xia Qingshu never said that the meals delivered to the company were made by him personally, he must have known about it and was involved in it, which led to his misunderstanding.

Now that he knows the truth has been exposed, he comes to coax him again.

Fortunately, he was thoughtful and discovered the key. If he was a little slower, he would have been kept in the dark for his whole life......

He looked at Xia Qingshu.

Her cheeks were flushed and her two little hands were pinching her cheeks helplessly.

Her delicate eyebrows were slightly twisted, and her head was half lowered, with a hint of shyness...

Chen Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat.

Is the little thing going to take a gamble and confess her feelings to him again?

He just found out that the restaurant opened by Xia Qingshu's family was actually called "Healing House", which clearly displayed their admiration for him.

Why does the little thing like him so much? !

"Go ahead. I'm in a hurry. I have a meeting in the afternoon." Chen Zhiyu spoke slowly and steadily, looking at the other person.

Xia Qingshu blushed, her eyelashes fluttering, "Brother Zhiyu, you always come to see me, is it because of... me?"

Although a few words were omitted, Xia Qingshu thought that in such an environment and with that kind of expression, everyone would understand.

After saying that, he glanced at Chen Zhiyu.

To be honest, he couldn't understand Chen Zhiyu's expression. Chen Zhiyu frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand. After taking a closer look, I felt that he seemed to understand, but was just very surprised.

Xia Qingshu spoke again, "I don't understand either, so I just asked...someone asked me out recently..."

It was the first time he faced such a situation and he didn't know how to express himself. Although he hesitated, he still thought he had made himself clear.

Chen Zhiyu understood this time.

What the little guy meant was to ask him if he liked him, and if not, he would date someone else.

Scheming.

Chen Zhiyu has lived for twenty-five years, and no one has ever dared to play tricks in front of him. Xia Qingshu was the first one.

This silly-looking little thing actually dares to force him to confess? !

My favorable impression of Xia Qingshu instantly dropped by half.

Is Chen Zhiyu the kind of person who would confess his feelings actively? !

Chen Zhiyu replied very seriously, "No."

His tone was a little cold and hard, with a domineering subtext - how dare you go out with others? !

However, Xia Qingshu did not hear his subtext. He said "Oh" twice to indicate that he understood what the other party meant. Then he opened the chat interface with Wen Sheng and replied "OK".