"Good morning!" Chang Qiming's voice came into the noise.

When Chang Qiming entered the door, a bunch of people were discussing passionately around Xiaolongbao, no one noticed him, or in front of eating, no one wanted to be distracted from him, everyone simply waved their hands to indicate that they heard.

Xia He looked at the small bun in his hand that took a small bite, and then looked at Chang Qiming's back, even though he knew that he wouldn't eat those breakfasts, he still felt uncomfortable.

"Are you a cat, can you still bite five, six, seven or eight bites on this bun?" Yao Man approached Xia He and looked down at the xiaolongbao in her hand that only had a small gap.

"I ......" Xia He just wanted to say that because it was too hot, I would dry it for a while, but who knows, before the words were finished, Yao Man lowered his head and took her small bun away.

"......" Xia He looked at his empty hands, and didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while.

"Da Yao Zhuangshi, can't you let someone else's little girl?" The uncle on the side was also robbed of a bun just now, and now he is helping Xia He to hug the uneven.

"In front of food, I have a grudge against everyone!" a Coke bottle flattened in Yao Man's hand.

The woman, who usually shouted tired when she walked from downstairs to the parking lot, pinched a Coke bottle with one hand at this time, still with the cap screwed on.

The uncle snatched a cup of soy milk and happily walked away from the battlefield, Xia He was squeezed out of the crowd in a daze, she looked at her empty hands, and sighed helplessly.

At this time, Da Yao Zhuang suddenly blocked in front of Xia He, Xia He raised his head and wanted to say that I had no more buns, but Da Yao Zhuang spread out Xia He's hand and put a mille-feuille cake in Xia He's palm.

The mille-feuille cake is half-wrapped in a piece of paper painted with cherry blossoms, and it looks extremely gorgeous and beautiful, but I don't know how it tastes.

Xia He poked the pastry in his palm, and a hand stretched out from behind him, just behind the hand that was about to snatch the pastry, Yao Man turned around and smiled very friendly, and the hand trembled and retracted. sweet potato

"Don't be stunned, come to my sister!" Yao Man raised his eyebrows and shouted at Xia He.

As soon as Xia He walked into Yao Man's protection range, the pastry in her hand was pinched up by her and stuffed into Xia He's mouth. Seeing Xia He's cheeks bulging, she finally clapped her palms with satisfaction, turned around and sat down.

After the noisy breakfast turmoil passed, everyone was quite idle, and the editors, who were usually too busy to lift their heads, teamed up to play games, or gathered around to look at clothes and cosmetics, and a small number of people chatted with Xia He about her youth stories in college, and were caught by Xia He keenly, and then next month's manuscript Xia He was ready to hand it over to them.

Chang Qiming seemed to have given Li Renran's breakfast again, and he didn't know if he had eaten it, and he looked indifferent.

His eyes were a little red, and the dark circles under his eyes were much heavier, I don't know if he had insomnia last night, and the aura around him didn't seem to be very friendly.

"Hehe!" Yao Man stretched out his hand in front of Xia He and snapped his fingers.

"The eyes are going to grow, hey!"

Maybe they are both women, maybe Xia He is closer to Yao Man, anyway, she is always more sensitive than Xia He when it comes to Xia He.

"What nonsense are you talking about, I care about my seniors and colleagues!" Xia He bumped the person next to him with his elbow.

The man covered his stomach with an innocent face: "Sister Xiao Yao said that you are not me, why is it always me who is injured every time?"

"No way, who made us true love!" Yao Man hugged the two and kissed each other.

"I don't think so. Xia He finished squeezing Yao Man with the man, paddled the office chair back to his desk, and pretended to watch the TV series seriously.