Chapter 66 Instinct

Cen Wan looked up at the ribs that were handed to her mouth. She was dazed for a moment and subconsciously bit it before she could come to her senses.

It still tastes familiar.

"How is it?" Shen Yixiao looked at her.

Cen Wan chewed it twice, the sweet and sour taste filling her mouth: "Okay."

"Wash your hands before eating."

Shen Yixiao took the dishes out, and Cen Wan washed her hands and started to serve the rice with chopsticks.

These actions and habits seem to be engraved in our bones.

Sweet and sour spare ribs, Longjing shrimp, blanched okra, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables.

The dishes were all Cen Wan's favorites, and they were also the ones he often cooked for her in the past.

The two sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere was unusually peaceful.

Shen Yixiao picked up a shrimp for her and said, "Try it and see how it tastes."

"Thank you." Cen Wan looked at the shrimps in the bowl, took a bite, and it tasted the same as before.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Shen Yixiao staring at her without blinking. She moved her lips and said, "It's delicious."

Shen Yixiao's fingers gripping the chopsticks loosened, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Of course, it doesn't matter who did it."

Cen Wan couldn't help but curl her lips. He was still the same, exuding confidence from the bottom of his heart, as if he could do anything with ease.

The meal was quite harmonious.

Shen Yixiao put down his chopsticks long ago, leaned back in his chair, looked at her puffy cheeks, and narrowed his narrow eyes slightly.

It seems that she is still very satisfied with her craftsmanship.

While Cen Wan was eating, she suddenly felt a direct and burning gaze. When she looked up, she met Shen Yixiao's deep eyes.

He didn't avoid or evade, still staring at her straightly.

Cen Wan swallowed the food in her mouth and looked confused: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"Um."

Cen Wan reached out and touched the corner of her mouth, nothing.

Look at him subconsciously.

Shen Yixiao suddenly leaned forward, slightly bent his index finger, and rubbed the corner of her clean lips.

Cen Wan was stunned and blinked.

In just a second, Shen Yixiao sat back in the chair, his arms casually resting on the armrests, as if doing a good deed without leaving a name: "Okay, you're welcome."

Cen Wan pursed her lips: "Hmm."

Shen Yixiao had a smile on his face and twirled his fingertips slightly.

Tsk, I miss it a little.

Cen Wan lowered her head, finished her meal in two bites, and cleared the dishes.

Shen Yixiao stopped her, returned the phone to her, and then slowly picked up the dishes and threw them into the dishwasher.

The phone was suddenly stuffed back into her hand. Cen Wan was stunned for a moment, looking at his tall and slender back with mixed feelings.

She replied to some messages, but when she clicked on Weibo again, she found that there was nothing there.

There was no more discussion about the exhibition and the paint, nor any slander and abuse against her.

It's as if this incident never happened at all.

Seeing such a move and such means, Cen Wan looked at Shen Yixiao, the words came to her lips but she didn't ask.

Shen Yixiao stayed in the study room all afternoon with the door half-open. Occasionally, he could be heard talking on the phone. His tone was cold and serious, full of oppression.

Cen Wan curled up on the sofa, replied to messages, and thought about how to clarify the statement.

Shen Yixiao came out midway: "Have a good rest today, don't think about anything, let's go to the company together tomorrow."

Cen Wan nodded: "Okay."

She actually wanted to ask how the investigation was going, whether it was a problem on Jiang Yunlan's side, and whether he would be biased towards Jiang Yunlan.

But when the words came to my lips, I felt it was unnecessary.

She still believed in him from the bottom of her heart, like an instinct.