Chapter 53 Tie up that sentimental scumbag (4)

"What did you order?"

"Yes, is it not to your liking?" Li Ziyan's tone was very cautious, and his eyes held a hint of suppressed nervousness and anticipation.

Shen Zhuoyuan took the other person's emotions into consideration and took a bite of the Longjing shrimp. The shrimp was firm and tender, and the taste was refreshing. It was very much to Shen Zhuoyuan's taste, but the taste was different from the Chinese restaurant he often went to before, and it seemed to taste better.

The stewed duck with dried bamboo shoots was even more delicious, with a rich and mellow soup, oily but not greasy, crispy but not mushy. Although Shen Zhuoyuan was not a person who indulged in food, he still couldn't help but use his chopsticks a few more times.

“Boss Shen, does it taste okay?”

"Not bad, which one is it from?"

"...It's still the same family." Li Ziyan lowered his head slightly when he said this, as if he was trying to escape, and touched the tip of his nose with his fingers.

Shen Zhuoyuan is not a fool. The taste of food is different. Li Ziyan's answer and performance also tell him that everything is not that simple.

He fixed his gaze on Li Ziyan, looking at him vaguely, his eyes pausing on Li Ziyan's fingers.

There was a translucent Band-Aid on the originally smooth and white fingers. Normally, it would not be noticed unless you looked carefully, but it was particularly conspicuous on Li Ziyan's flawless white jade hands.

"What happened to your hand?"

"Ah?" Li Ziyan suddenly withdrew his hand from the chopsticks, and because of his big movement, he dropped the chopsticks to the ground.

The sound of the chopsticks falling made Li Ziyan tremble. He quickly bent down to pick them up, but was stopped by Shen Zhuoyuan.

"Don't move." Shen Zhuoyuan reached out and grabbed Li Ziyan's wrist, holding the finger covered with a Band-Aid in front of him. "Is your hand injured?"

"No, it's just a small wound." Li Ziyan pursed his lips and wanted to pull his hand back, but he didn't know whether his strength was too weak or Shen Zhuoyuan was too strong, Li Ziyan couldn't pull his hand back at all.

His eyes flickered and there was an embarrassed blush on his face. With his head half lowered and his eyelashes curled up, he looked particularly harmless.

Shen Zhuoyuan has seen countless beauties, all kinds of them, but Li Ziyan is the only one who never takes the initiative and can arouse his interest with just one expression, as if his heart was tickled by a pair of eyelashes.

The Band-Aid looked like it had been hastily put on, with blood still seeping out of it. Shen Zhuoyuan frowned and, despite Li Ziyan's objection, peeled the Band-Aid off Li Ziyan's hand.

There was a wound on the beautiful finger, about one centimeter long. Now you can see that the wound is quite deep. Probably because it was treated too hastily, the bleeding has not completely stopped, and a few drops of blood are oozing out from the scratches on the wound.

"How did this happen?"

"...I scratched it accidentally." Li Ziyan kept his eyebrows lowered, put his other hand on his leg, and hooked his eye helplessly.

"Did you accidentally scratch yourself?" Shen Zhuoyuan raised his eyebrows, looked at the wound on Li Ziyan's hand, then looked at the food on the table. Thinking of the expectation in Li Ziyan's tone just now, everything had an answer.

Dried bamboo shoots and old duck soup takes at least four or five hours to simmer. It was already past nine when they got home last night. Li Ziyan probably didn't sleep much at all, getting up early to secretly cook for him, pretending to order from a restaurant, even hiding his injured finger. Shen Zhuoyuan felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction and pride. He hadn't expected his assistant to be so deeply in love with him.

Shen Zhuoyuan's mind was active. His gaze was fixed on Li Ziyan's face, then slid down to Li Ziyan's body, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually deepened.

"Why don't you take care of your injury?" Shen Zhuoyuan's tone was so gentle that Li Ziyan was startled. He raised his head somewhat helplessly, then quickly lowered it, "Don't move, I'll bandage you."

He took out a small medical kit from the drawer of the small coffee table, gently wiped the wound on Li Ziyan's hand with iodine, and waited until the blood stopped oozing out, then put a Band-Aid on it.

"You're usually very careful, how could you be so careless with yourself?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen." Li Ziyan apologized softly, the temperature on his face rose sharply, and his ears turned red.

"Why is your face so red? Are you shy?"

The air conditioning temperature in the company is constant, so it is impossible to use such a poor excuse as "it's too hot". Li Ziyan opened his mouth but didn't say anything in the end.

After finishing his meal in a hurry, Li Ziyan put away the cutlery on the table and fled from the office lounge.

Shen Zhuoyuan stood up from the sofa and laughed softly, his voice filled with danger.

"at work?"

"Ah! Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen!" Shen Zhuoyuan's voice suddenly came from behind. Li Ziyan was startled. Just as he was about to stand up, he was pressed down on the shoulder by the other party and could not move.

The person behind him slowly bent down, put one hand on Li Ziyan's shoulder, and supported his other hand on the table. From the posture behind, it looked like Shen Zhuoyuan was holding Li Ziyan in his arms.

Just now, Li Ziyan was sitting at a public desk in the outer room looking for documents. Shen Zhuoyuan came up from behind him and didn't notice at all.

"What are you looking for?"

The heat generated by Shen Zhuoyuan's words fell on Li Ziyan's neck and ears, making the skin there turn pink.

"I-I'm looking for documents I need for this afternoon's meeting."

"Don't you want to take a break?" Shen Zhuoyuan lowered his head and looked at Li Ziyan's pink ears. His eyes became deep and he even had an urge to bite them.

Li Ziyan turned his head, the distance between the two was too close, and with this movement, his soft lips directly brushed against Shen Zhuoyuan's cheek.

Li Ziyan always had the habit of rinsing his mouth with mouthwash after meals. Shen Zhuoyuan only felt that his face was wiped by something warm and soft, with a faint fragrance. It was obviously just an accident that was not a kiss, but it was particularly alluring.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Mr. Shen! I, I..."

"Am I that scary?" Shen Zhuoyuan's eyes and tone were unusually gentle, and he had completely forgotten how fierce he was when he told those employees to get out.

Li Ziyan shook his head, his face heated up rapidly, and he didn't dare to look at Shen Zhuoyuan at all. But he did this without being seen as pretentious or affected, but only as being innocent and adorable.

"Don't be so nervous, Lizhu, I really like you."

"...Thank you, Mr. Shen." Li Ziyan's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he seemed to remember something and quickly lowered his head. Shen Zhuoyuan placed his hand on Li Ziyan's shoulder and gently rubbed it a few times. He stretched out his finger and flicked Li Ziyan's earlobe, "I have a cocktail party tomorrow, don't forget it."

“Yes, don’t worry, Mr. Shen.”

After Shen Zhuoyuan finished speaking, he returned to his home office, but on the way back to the office, his eyes were full of satisfaction, and he even reached out and touched the cheek that had just been kissed.