Chapter 18: We didn't use serving chopsticks, do you mind?
His tall figure and high heels became the perfect props to enhance his masculine aura.
The aloof and powerful CEO Li was actually carrying her shoes.
Bo Wei suddenly felt a strange sensation in her chest. She quietly felt it for a moment, but couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
Fortunately, she didn't have athlete's foot, and the shoes she wore never smelled bad.
Li He walked to the shoe cabinet, put her shoes on the shoe rack, and next to them were his black leather shoes.
A faint sense of satisfaction rose in his deep eyes, only to be hidden away in the blink of an eye.
not enough.
That's far from enough.
I went back to the living room, turned on the TV, and randomly selected a TV series.
With a TV in the living room and cooking in the kitchen, the house suddenly felt more alive.
Hearing the television, Bo Wei felt much more relaxed.
Li He returned to his room, his hair was half wet when he came out, and he had changed his clothes.
The silk shirt had a luxurious feel, making him look even more elegant.
The neckline is half-open, giving off a casual and relaxed vibe.
I glanced into the kitchen and saw a beautiful figure busily working.
He walked over to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs and leaning back casually.
Bo Wei is meticulous and thoughtful in her work; after preparing two dishes and a soup, the kitchen was spotless.
After serving the dishes and rice, he called out, "Mr. Li, dinner is ready."
But there was no response.
Looking into the large living room, President Li was leaning against the sofa, seemingly asleep.
She tilted her head to look, and slowly walked over. Only when she got close did she see President Li's thick eyelashes.
She really fell asleep.
Bo Wei was at a loss for what to do.
Should I wake him up or let him continue sleeping?
Forget it, let's wake him up. If he wants to sleep after eating, he can go to sleep. Otherwise, if his stomach is empty, he'll feel even more uncomfortable when he wakes up.
"President Li?" She tried to keep her voice down, afraid of startling him if she spoke too loudly.
The sound wasn't even as loud as the TV.
She moved a little closer, leaned down, and whispered, "President Li?"
No response.
My heart suddenly panicked.
Did she faint?
Could he have died suddenly?
Startled by his own thoughts, he quickly cursed himself for being crazy, always having uncontrollable wild thoughts.
"President Li?" Her voice was a little louder and more urgent; she was almost about to shake him.
Li He slowly opened his eyes and saw her looking at him with a worried expression.
You thought I was dead?
Bo Wei: ...
"No. Mr. Li, please eat first before going to sleep, otherwise your stomach will feel uncomfortable again later."
"Um."
Li He stood up, twisted his neck left and right, his lazy movements and weary expression exuding a possessiveness.
Bo Wei hurriedly looked away and headed to the kitchen. "President Li, the meal is ready. Please eat it while it's hot."
As he walked, he took off his apron and put it back in its place.
Li He walked to the dining table, looking down at the two dishes, a soup, a bowl, and a pair of chopsticks on it.
I don't know how it tastes, but it looks clean.
Is this her daily life?
"and yours?"
Bo Wei walked back and looked at him strangely, "Mine?"
"Sit down and eat with us."
"It's getting late, I should head back. Mr. Li, please enjoy your meal." As for the mess left after the meal, the spotless state of his place showed that someone had cleaned it up.
"Go back and cook something later, it's late. Eat first, then I'll take you home." His tone was domineering, and his expression brooked no refusal.
Bo Weiyin couldn't bring herself to say the words of refusal.
With her index finger hooked around her thumb, she pursed her lips and turned to head towards the kitchen.
He took a bowl, a pair of chopsticks, and slowly walked back.
Li He remained seated without moving until she sat down, at which point he raised his hand to pick up the bowl and chopsticks.
He was refined and elegant in every movement, chewing slowly and carefully.
Only after swallowing did he comment, "Very good."
Bo Wei held the bowl, and if she could see her reflection, she felt she would look like a quail.
Hearing President Li's praise, she simply smiled shyly.
Dining at the same table with President Li was incredibly stressful; she couldn't even lift her hand to pick up her chopsticks.
Seeing that she didn't move, Li He paused with his outstretched chopsticks before looking at her and asking, "Do you mind if we don't use serving chopsticks?"
Bo Wei quickly shook her head, "I don't mind."
She should be the one asking that question.
"Then why aren't you eating?"
"Let me see how you like the taste first."
"Well done."
His tone was full of certainty, which made her, a mediocre cook, a little embarrassed. "Mm."
With nothing more to say, she slowly extended her chopsticks, picked up only a little food from the edge of the plate, and ate it in small bites.
Li He stopped looking at her and calmly finished his meal.
When we eat at home, the table is always full of food, with a variety of dishes and delicacies.
Today, with just these two dishes and a soup, I found them surprisingly delicious.
The meal was eaten quietly. Fortunately, the TV was still on, which helped Bo Wei digest her food; otherwise, she definitely wouldn't have been able to digest it.
She finally managed to coax Li He into putting down his chopsticks, and then she stopped what she was doing.
Li He glanced at her. There were two dishes, one of which had only three small bites of food left, and half of the rice in her bowl was still left.
It's okay, desensitization takes time.
"Take your time eating. You don't need to clean up after you're done. I'll take you home later."
“No need, no need, there’s still the subway,” Bo Wei immediately said.
“I’m worried about you going back alone.” He looked at her and said this, then went inside before she could refuse.
Bo Wei sighed, stood up, cleaned up the dishes, and threw away the remaining food, knowing he definitely wouldn't eat it anymore.
The dishes and chopsticks were washed, the table was wiped clean, and the trash bag in the trash can was changed.
When Li He came out, he saw that everything was clean and tidy, and she was waiting for him obediently with a trash bag in her hand.
"I'm not telling you not to tidy up; someone will come and clean it."
"Leftovers are unhygienic if left out for too long, but cleaning them up isn't too much trouble."
"Injured hand."
"No, I've already cooked the meal, why would I care about washing the dishes..." This statement seemed somewhat sarcastic.
She glanced up at President Li, but saw that his expression remained unchanged.
"Put the trash bag down; someone will come to throw it away tomorrow morning."
"Oh." I'm just worried that if I don't throw it away after a long time, it won't be good. "Could it be because the house is too big that you didn't see it?"
"Then you don't have to do it anymore."
Bo Wei shut up and silently placed the trash bag in a more conspicuous location.
Li He took in all her subtle movements.
Walking to the shoe cabinet, Li He opened the door, took out her shoes and placed them next to the stool, then took out his own shoes.
"Thank you." She took off her slippers, put on her high heels, and changed while still standing.
After staring at the slippers on the ground for a while, I decided to be conscientious and take them away to throw them away.
Li He picked up the slippers before she could and put them back in the shoe cabinet.
"Let's go."
Bo Wei looked at the closed cabinet door with surprise.
Then, in an instant, I realized the truth.
President Li was just being indifferent; it didn't mean he had low emotional intelligence.
He didn't throw the clothes away in front of Lin Fangfei, so he could wait until he left and have the cleaning staff throw them away tomorrow.
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