Chapter 642: Give Him Food Below
Cheng Xiaoyu originally wanted to tell Shi Chenyuan that there was no need to send it up.
But after thinking about it, Mr. Shi had personally sent her back, and she felt embarrassed to turn her away, even though she felt that it was a bit too ambiguous for the two of them to be alone in a room.
But inviting someone to have a cup of tea is basic courtesy.
So Cheng Xiaoyu stopped thinking about it and, in order to ease the awkwardness, said, "If Mr. Shi is not in a hurry to leave, come up and have a cup of tea."
He almost nasally said "hmm", sounding extremely aloof.
Cheng Xiaoyu pursed her lips, sighed, and followed Shi Chenyuan silently.
Shi Chenyuan didn't mention anything about what happened just now. The more he said this, the more uneasy Cheng Xiaoyu became. She always felt that this was the calm before the storm.
The two went upstairs together and entered the house. Cheng Xiaoyu said, "Mr. Shi, please sit down. I'll go get you a cup of tea."
"No, go change your dirty clothes first."
"oh."
Cheng Xiaoyu was about to take a shower, but when she heard this, she didn't bother to be polite with Shi Chenyuan anymore and went straight into the bathroom with her change of clothes.
After solving He Xinyue's problem, Cheng Xiaoyu felt relieved, and the humiliation she suffered in the bar was also alleviated a lot because of Shi Chenyuan's appearance.
The only thing she was worried about at this moment was being scolded by Mr. Shi.
Ten minutes later, Cheng Xiaoyu finished her shower, changed into clean home clothes, wiped her hair, and walked out of the bathroom.
While taking a shower, there was no sound outside. Cheng Xiaoyu thought Shi Chenyuan had left, so as soon as he came out of the bathroom, he immediately went to the living room to take a look.
He is still...
Shi Chenyuan was reading a magazine that she had casually placed on the sofa. He had taken off his coat and was only wearing a sweater with a little bit of his shirt collar showing at the neckline. He looked very casual and homely.
He looked relaxed, as if he were at home.
It seems that I really don't want to catch the plane.
"Boss Shi, I'm done washing."
Shi Chenyuan raised his eyes to look at her, his gaze lingering on her neck and collarbone for a moment, his eyes darkening, "So?"
When he looked into her eyes again, Shi Chenyuan seemed to be smiling.
Cheng Xiaoyu blinked, and the blood in his body froze for a moment.
First, she invited him upstairs for tea, and then stood in front of him after washing herself clean. It felt like she was hinting at something...
"So...so, has Mr. Shi eaten yet?"
After asking, Cheng Xiaoyu was like a person struggling out of the water, finally finding a word to break the ambiguous atmosphere, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"No."
"Then I'll cook a bowl of noodles. If Mr. Shi doesn't mind, can we eat together?"
"Can."
"Then I'll go now!" Cheng Xiaoyu didn't dare to look into Shi Chenyuan's eyes, turned around and went into the kitchen.
After adding water to the pot and waiting for it to boil, she glanced sideways at the living room.
Shi Chenyuan continued to flip through the magazine with a frown on his face.
Cheng Xiaoyu felt uneasy again.
She knew that Mr. Shi would definitely say something about what happened to her today, but he never mentioned it, and Cheng Xiaoyu didn't dare to speak first.
With mixed feelings, I cooked the noodles.
Cheng Xiaoyu was about to serve it out, but when she turned around, she found that Shi Chenyuan had already entered the kitchen and directly helped her bring the Xiaoxue pan to the table. An insulating pad was also placed on the table in advance.
Cheng Xiaoyu pursed her lips, took two small empty bowls and two pairs of chopsticks, and went to the restaurant to sit down.
Shi Zong didn't mind eating noodles with her from the same pot, so she certainly had nothing to be pretentious about.
So the two of them sat opposite each other, each with a pair of chopsticks of noodles, and the fresh, salty and slightly spicy noodle soup was particularly warming to the stomach. Through the steaming pot, Cheng Xiaoyu looked at the person opposite.
It’s so nice to have someone to eat with. I suddenly feel so warm, just like eating with a lover.
Shi Chenyuan also raised his head. His expression was calm, without the coldness he usually had when sitting behind the big desk. It was as if he was facing a friend he had known for a long time.
He finally spoke: "Why are you so depressed? Go find He Xinyue."
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