But what made her even happier was that Song Yian didn't stay in the boss's office for long before she came out again carrying something.

There was visible disappointment on her face when she came out. Halfway through, she didn't even want to give up and looked back several times at the man who was working hard inside.

Just at this moment, a Black Swan delivery man came up and went straight into the BOSS office.

The man just said that he didn't like the smell of food in the office, and he ordered takeout right away.

Now Song Yian's face looked even uglier.

Ding Xiangru's eyes were full of pride. Their boss would not pay attention to just any woman.

She deliberately walked up to stop the delivery man and said, "Hello, just give me Shen Nanzhou's takeaway."

The deliverymen hired by Black Swan are all handsome men who are 1.8 meters tall. He looked at Ding Xiangru, who was dressed appropriately, and smiled professionally: "Okay, this is what Miss Zhou ordered for Mr. Shen. She also added a message, asking Mr. Shen to eat well. You can have the cakes in the afternoon."

Song Yian keenly heard Miss Zhou's words, and alarm bells rang in her heart.

That man has other women besides his fiancée?

Instead of moving forward, she stopped and stared at the man in the office, watching with anticipation as the things sent by the woman surnamed Zhou were also turned away.

Unfortunately, when the secretary brought the things in and said something, the man couldn't help but accept them.

He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a long time. The alienation on his face disappeared, and was replaced by the warm spring breeze.

After a moment, he picked up the phone again and was texting with someone, with a smile on his face becoming more and more obvious.

Song Yian's face suddenly turned ugly. He snorted coldly and turned away.

Ding Xiangru observed everything throughout the process and was very satisfied to see such development.

Zhou Liwan smiled happily at Shen Nanzhou's text message and replied directly: "I knew my uncle was cuter than grandpa. Grandpa didn't even say thank you to me. Damn it."

After sending this sentence, he immediately sent an emoticon of a clenched fist to express his dissatisfaction.

When Shen Nanzhou saw the girl opposite him, he could almost associate her with her appearance and couldn't help but laugh.

The scene of her cooking noodles for herself in the kitchen last night came to my mind again.

My heart couldn't help but soften.

Song Yian thought about it and felt that there was no way he could pretend not to know. Since he already had a girlfriend, why did he want to go on a blind date with him?

So everyone had already reached the first floor and came back immediately.

After reaching the top floor, he ignored the secretary and special assistants' attempts to stop him and rushed straight into the office.

At this time, the man had put away all his work stuff and was savoring the pastries that had just been delivered.

Even Dingxiang was surprised, because Shen Nanzhou never liked eating these desserts.

But for some reason, recently, he would try anything Miss Zhou sent him.

Shen Nanzhou looked at the person at the door and calmly put down his fork: "Miss Song, do you have anything else to say?"

Song Yian walked in dissatisfied, staring at the cake on the table: "I'm sorry I didn't know you already had a girlfriend, but if you already have one, why did you go on a blind date with me?"

Shen Nanzhou slowly leaned back in his chair, looking at Song Yian in front of him without saying a word.

The contempt in his eyes made Song Yian feel uncomfortable. Yes, their Song family needed to unite with the Jiang family in order to move to the next level.

But it doesn't mean you have to sacrifice your own happiness in order to go long-term.

Shen Nanzhou slowly wiped the non-existent cream from the corner of his mouth with a tissue: "It's just a blind date, not an engagement, right? I haven't blamed Miss Song for coming to me as my fiancée?"

Song Yian suddenly felt ashamed and angry. It was true that she had some selfish motives when she came here. It was really embarrassing to be exposed by a man like this: "I was... I was."

Shen Nanzhou didn't want to say anything more to her, so he said coldly: "Miss Song, if you have nothing else to do, please go back. I will start working after I finish eating."

Song Yian stomped her feet in a crying voice, snorted coldly, and turned away.

Ding Xiangru curled her lips and saw her off.

Zhou Liwan had no idea what had happened because of the pastry she had sent, she just went home after get off work as usual.

In the evening, I accompanied my grandfather to the orchard near Xu's house.

Only then did I hear from Xu's father that Xu Zimu would come back and stay for a few days in a while.

The troops had a mission nearby, so it was a good opportunity to come back and take a look.

Zhou Liwan was very happy, thinking that he hadn't seen Xu Zimu for several months.

I don’t know if Xu Zimu has changed after joining the army.

After washing up in the evening, Zhou Liwan saw that Shen Nanzhou had not returned yet, so she knew everything and went straight to the kitchen.

It's not good to eat noodles all the time. She remembered that there were wontons in the refrigerator that the chef had made in the afternoon, so she could make some more for herself as a midnight snack.

At half past eleven at night, Shen Nanzhou got out of the car pinching his nose.

He could hardly stand the smell of alcohol.

But he still walked towards the place he had been thinking about all night.

The kitchen of the old house.

When I walked in, I found that the orange light was on, and the little man inside was wearing an apron, busy at the stove.

Shen Nanzhou was silent for a moment, feeling that he had become a little weird.

Those same feelings can perhaps be described as pleasure.

He thought about it, then nodded in the darkness, his dark eyes clear.

When the food was served on the table, steam rose up, and his eyes, as white as black jade, were dyed by the heat, appearing even clearer.

Zhou Liwan suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart when he saw it.

The chopsticks were stirring around in the bowl, trying to pick up a wonton.

But I couldn't get it out after trying for a long time.

Shen Nanzhou stood up and took a spoon for Zhou Liwan, and handed it to Zhou Liwan: "Use the spoon."

"Thank you, uncle." Zhou Liwan took it with a smile, and his fingers accidentally touched the other person's fingers.

She paused, came to her senses, immediately pulled her hand back, and buried her head in the bowl.

My cheeks are burning, I don't know if it's because of the heat or...

Shen Nanzhou looked straight over, his mouth slightly curved, revealing a smile: "Wanwan, what's wrong?"

There was a hint of coolness in the early autumn night. His voice was low, and the word "Wanwan" seemed to be held between his lips and teeth for a moment before he uttered softly.

It seems particularly ambiguous in the quiet night.

Zhou Liwan's heart skipped a beat, her fingers tightened, and she raised her head stiffly, not knowing what to say. She just shook her head with a vague look in her eyes.

Then he tried to finish the wontons in the bowl in a hurry, but ended up crying out in pain because of the burn.

Shen Nanzhou's face suddenly darkened, and he quickly leaned over, pinched Zhou Liwan's cheek, and forced her to open her mouth and look up.

He carefully checked his mouth to see if it was burned. After checking, his face darkened: "What are you doing? How dare you eat it so fast when it's just out of the pot?"

Zhou Liwan felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that nothing was wrong, and wanted to open Shen Nanzhou's big palm, but the other party was too strong: "Uncle~"

Shen Nanzhou looked at Zhou Liwan who was looking at him pitifully, sighed, and finally let go of his hand. He stood up and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of iced bird's nest: "Eat something to relax."

Zhou Liwan smiled and nodded and took it. In fact, she knew it was no big deal because she had vomited it out immediately.

Shen Nanzhou rubbed Zhou Liwan's head helplessly, with a look of doting on his face.

Zhou Liwan pulled his hand away in annoyance, but Shen Nanzhou seemed to be really trying to play a trick on her, so he put his hand on her head again and rubbed it randomly a few times.

In order to eat in peace, Zhou Liwan took his hand away, held it tightly, and placed it on her lap.

After I finished eating, I realized something was wrong.