This beautifully packaged box sits on top of the shelf, alongside some similarly beautifully packaged small boxes.

These boxes, at first glance, were given by girls, and they were completely different from Fang Qingming's style.

After only a few more glances, a name popped up in Song Xiangran's heart: Duan Lingling.

Unable to resist the curiosity in his heart, Song Xiangran pointed to the box in the middle and asked Fang Qingming, "Brother Qingming, what is this?"

Fang Qingming, who was reading the document, had no time to take care of other things, and said without raising his head: "You can read it if you want to." "

With Fang Qingming's permission, Song Xiangran stood on tiptoe, took down the thing that was packed in a gift box, took away the gift box outside, and found that it was an iron can.

As soon as the lid of the tin can was opened, the aroma of baked biscuits immediately wafted out and swirled around the tip of Song Xiangran's nose.

Although he had only eaten, this biscuit not only tasted attractive, but each biscuit was baked just right, and there would not be too much burning, which made Song Xiangran swallow his saliva.

Decades before, before and after, Song Xiangran has never eaten this kind of hand-baked biscuits.

"Brother Qingming, can I eat it?" Song Xiangran looked at the butter biscuits in the jar and licked his lips.

"You eat. Fang Qingming didn't raise his head.

didn't have time to ask who sent it, so Song Xiangran took out a piece and put it in his mouth first.

The aroma of butter fills the mouth, and the biscuits are fluffy in the mouth and quickly melt on the tip of the tongue.

Without paying attention, Song Xiangran ate five or six pieces.

If it weren't for eating too much and being thirsty, Song Xiangran might have continued to eat.

Swept around Fang Qingming's office and found that there was a thermos cup on Fang Qingming's desk, Song Xiangran was extremely thirsty, and he didn't think much about it, walked over, picked up the cup of water, and drank it in a big gulp.

Hearing the sound of Song Xiangran drinking water, Fang Qingming finally looked up.

But when Fang Qingming looked up and found that Song Xiangran was drinking water from his thermos cup, he didn't know what to do to react well.

"Xiangran, are you thirsty?" Fang Qingming is a person with a slight cleanliness habit, from childhood to adulthood, his personal belongings are not allowed to be touched by others, once Fang Qingran was so thirsty that he drank a sip of water, he threw the cup away.

However, Song Xiangran, a person who has no blood relationship with Fang Qingming, is still a woman, and after drinking water from Fang Qingming's thermos cup, Fang Qingming doesn't seem to have any disgust in his heart.

After drinking all the glass of water, Song Xiangran realized that there was only this one glass of water in the entire office, and she wouldn't drink Fang Qingming's water, right?

"Well, I ate several cookies and was thirsty. When Song Xiangran spoke, his heart was very empty.

Fang Qingming looked at the thermos cup, was silent for two seconds, and then said: "This cup is new, I haven't used it yet, if you are thirsty, there is a water dispenser on the right turn of the office." "

After listening to Fang Qingming's words, Song Xiangran finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

So when there was a water cup, Song Xiangran ate a few more biscuits, and then when he was thirsty, he took Fang Qingming's thermos cup and went outside to fetch water to drink.

The water dispenser was temporarily out of water, and Song Xiangran had to plan to return the same way, because she couldn't lift the bucket of water on the ground at all.

"Do you want water?" A female voice broke into Song Xiangran's ears.

Hearing her words, Song Xiangran felt that he had seen a savior, and nodded hurriedly.

Then, Song Xiangran saw the girl, and easily lifted the bucket of water on the ground and put it into the water dispenser.

The whole process, in less than five seconds, Song Xiangran was amazed.

"Thank you, you're so capable. Song Xiangran said from the bottom of his heart.

The girl smiled and held her thermos cup to fill the water.

When Song Xiangran took out Fang Qingming's thermos cup to fill it with water, the girl thought that she was dazzled and misunderstood, and looked at it carefully several times, and finally confirmed that it was indeed Fang Qingming's thermos cup.

After looking Song Xiangran up and down, the girl spoke, "Are you a friend of Head Fang?"

Song Xiangran thought that he followed Fang Qingming to the dining hall to eat today, so he was recognized by this girl at a glance.

"Well, hello, who are?" Song Xiangran asked with a smile.

"My name is Lin Xueting, and I am a subordinate of Head Fang. The girl smiled and stretched out her free hand to Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran also stretched out his hand and shook it back: "Hello, my name is Song Xiangran." "

The two men said a few more casual words, and then separated.

After returning to Fang Qingming's office, Song Xiangran took a sip of water while carefully looking at the jar of biscuits on Fang Qingming's desk, thoughtful.

"Brother Qingming, where did you buy these cookies?" Song Xiangran lowered his head and said casually pretending to drink water.

Fang Qingming raised his head and looked at the jar of biscuits, and replied, "Hou Tingting sent it." "

"Did she make it herself? I don't think there's a manufacturer on it. Song Xiangran pointed to the jar and said.

"Well, yes, you can eat them all if you like them. After Fang Qingming finished speaking, he began to look at the documents in his hand again.

But this time, after getting Fang Qingming's permission, Song Xiangran didn't want to eat anymore.

I don't know when Song Xiangran felt a little irritable when he heard Fang Qingming's name and Hou Tingting put it together.

"I'm full, I'll help you put it back. Song Xiangran didn't know what was wrong with him, and suddenly he didn't have any appetite.

And Fang Qingming thought that Song Xiangran had just stayed here for a long time, and it was too boring.

"Wait, I'll be done right away. Fang Qingming sped up his reading.

finally waited for Fang Qingming to finish reading the document, but Song Xiangran fell asleep on the sofa.

Seeing Song Xiangran sleeping soundly, she was a little more quiet than usual, and Fang Qingming felt that his heart had become extraordinarily soft.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, Fang Qingming was afraid of waking Song Xiangran, so he hurriedly stepped over and pulled the door open.

Lin Xueting was standing at the door with a stack of materials, and was about to speak, when she found that Fang Qingming put a finger to her mouth, so she had to lower her voice and whispered: "Captain Fang, this is the material given by the superior, take a look." "

After taking the stack of materials, Fang Qingming casually flipped through a few pages and nodded.

Before leaving, Lin Xueting took a few glances into the house, and sure enough, she saw Song Xiangran lying on the sofa, covered with Fang Qingming's military jacket.

"Captain Fang, then I'll go. Lin Xueting retracted her gaze and whispered.

Fang Qingming nodded, then closed the door lightly, returned to his seat, and began to flip through the information in his hand.

When Song Xiangran woke up, she found that her body was a little heavy, and when she looked at it, she found that it was Fang Qingming's military jacket.

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