Chapter 64: Suddenly Feeling Comfortable

"Okay." Wen Miao couldn't refuse Wen Shuzhou's invitation and agreed.

"The charity event is scheduled for next Wednesday. We'll go together then." Upon hearing Wen Miao's response, Wen Shuzhou immediately raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"Um."

When I came out of Wen Shuzhou's office, it was almost time to get off work. Did he stay there for the whole afternoon? Wen Miao stood up, thinking, and took a step forward.

"Wen Miao, wait for me." Wen Shuzhou took a few big steps forward, put his arm on Wen Miao's shoulders very naturally, and half-huggled him.

"Oh my god, what did I see?"

"No way? The president has this side to him?"

…The employees behind Wen Shuzhou and Wen Miao exploded again, but neither of them noticed.

After going downstairs, Wen Miao drove the car. Wen Shuzhou sent Uncle Wang back to rest early, and he wanted to drive back by himself.

"Don't come to pick me up early tomorrow morning. I will come to the company by myself." Wen Shuzhou said to Uncle Wang before leaving.

"Have you thought it through? That's all." Uncle Wang had a smile on his face, and his eyes seemed to glance at Wen Miao inadvertently.

"Let's go."

"Goodbye, Uncle Wang."

"Bye, Uncle Wang."

After watching the two cars leave, Uncle Wang took a taxi and went to the boxing gym.

...While waiting for the red light on the road, Wen Miao and Wen Shuzhou discussed the issue of dinner.

"How about cold noodles?" Wen Shuzhou suggested.

"Do you want to eat?" Wen Miao asked from the side.

"Yeah, it's hot..."

"Okay, you help me."

Before Wen Shuzhou finished speaking, Wen Miao had already made up his mind.

"Can."

"Green light, let's go."

"good."

Before entering the villa, Wen Miao got off the car and went to a small supermarket to buy some vegetables. After arriving home, Wen Miao kneaded the dough while Wen Shuzhou washed the vegetables.

Half an hour later, the cold noodles that Wen Shuzhou had been longing for were served.

"Eat first, and then give him some more when Qingzhou comes back." Wen Miao put aside a small dish of pickles and said after sitting down.

"Hmm." After mixing the noodles, Wen Shuzhou put some into his mouth with a chopstick. The moment it went down his throat, he just wanted to say it was comfortable.

...At half past nine, Wen Qingzhou caught up with the cold noodles that Wen Miaoxia had given him.

"I ate too much!" Wen Qingzhou said, stroking his stomach.

"Be careful, Fatty." Wen Miao said as he cleaned up the dishes.

"Fortunately, I didn't eat much at noon, so I was hungry just now." Wen Qingzhou said with a smile.

"You didn't let Xiaoye buy some snacks or something. Can your stomach bear it for a long time?" When Wen Shuzhou looked at his younger brother, there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Brother, it's just once in a while." Wen Qingzhou immediately admitted.

"That's good to know." Wen Shuzhou said calmly.

"Wen Miao, can you make fried eggs for tomorrow morning?" Wen Qingzhou asked Wen Miao expectantly.

"Yes, I bought some cold noodles. The fried eggs will be perfect to go with the cold noodles and lettuce wraps tomorrow." With just one sentence, Wen Miao had clearly arranged the next day's breakfast.

"Cold noodles? That tastes better." Wen Qingzhou's eyes lit up.

"Have you eaten again?" Wen Shuzhou glanced at his energetic brother.

"Of course, brother, you haven't seen it before, right?" Wen Qingzhou glanced at his brother jokingly.

"..." An unnatural look appeared on Wen Shuzhou's face.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't seen it or tasted it. You'll know its taste tomorrow morning." Wen Miao promptly smoothed over the words.

"Yeah." Wen Shuzhou suddenly felt relieved at Wen Miao's words. At this moment, Wen Shuzhou smiled slightly.