Wen Xichao didn't speak all the way, his frowning brows were like being glued, and the atmosphere in the whole car was a little depressing, Wen Qi, who was driving the car, didn't even dare to take a breath of air, and drove the car back to the apartment building with trepidation all the way.

Jing Hao followed him out of the car, quietly didn't ask any more questions, took a few steps forward and shook his hand, and smiled at the person who looked at him, "It's still early today, let's go home and try to bake cookies?" ”

She tiptoed and massaged Wen Xichao's brow a few times with moderate force, just the right amount of strength with a warm and comfortable touch, which made him unconsciously loosen his brow, "If you don't want me to worry about me because you're worried about me, but more worried about you, don't keep frowning and showing me my face." ”

She pressed her index finger on Wen Xichao's lips as she was about to speak, stopping him from speaking, "I'm scared today, are you sure you won't accompany me?" ”

Wen Xichao shook her hand, lowered his eyes and took a deep breath, loosened his tense body and nerves, and restrainedly lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his warm but slightly dry lips rubbed finely on her forehead with the movement of speaking.

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

After he finished speaking, he ignored the prompt that the elevator had arrived, and directly reached out and tied the person into his arms, his hands tightened behind her, exchanging their body temperatures, "You are really the greatest luck in my life." ”

You don't need him to open your mouth to understand him, you can meet him without his request, and when he doesn't know what he will fall in love with, he happens to be his favorite.

From then on, one person is enough for a lifetime.

What a privilege to be loved and loved.

Wen Xichao took a deep breath in her hair, let go of his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, bent his eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Let's go, let's go bake cookies." ”

Jing Hao entered the locker room, and when she came out, she happened to see Wen Xichao standing on the balcony on the phone, although there was still a little anger in her voice, but she didn't have the aggressive appearance she had before, she went into the kitchen and handed over a glass of warm water, and pointed to his somewhat chapped lips when it was inconvenient to speak, and asked him to moisten it with warm water.

As a result, the person who answered the water cup didn't know what he thought, and after replying to the person on the other side of the phone, he lowered his head with a strict expression and quickly kissed her on the lips, like a spring rain blowing a newly grown shoot, and like winter snow falling on pine needles, with a very soft touch, with lingering affection.

After being stunned for a while, Wen Xichao turned around as if nothing had happened, and then talked to the person on the other side of the phone, until he heard the footsteps behind him and gradually walked away, he looked back, raised the cup in his hand and took a big sip, warmed the tense voice just now, and opened up to the phone, "What did you just say?" ”.

When Wen Xichao came in after finishing the call, Jing Hao just adjusted the taste, tasted it and felt that it was almost the same, and picked a little with the chopsticks on the side and brought it to his mouth, "How about tasting it?" ”

Wen Xichao glanced at the thing handed to his mouth, and then at Jing Hao, who was holding it, but lowered his head to avoid the chopsticks, reached the little finger she accidentally touched and stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it, Yan Sù tasted it carefully for a while, and made a sincere conclusion.

"It's sweet, it's delicious."

Jing Hao glared at him, turned around and washed his hands with his calm expression, feeling that someone was sullen but he had never forgotten to take advantage.

She turned around after washing her hands, Wen Xichao had already taken the mold and pressed several biscuits, one by one on the board like an army waiting for the review, the team was neatly aligned, and the two cartoon characters in the corner were particularly conspicuous.

As soon as she leaned over to take a look, Wen Xichao simply pushed the one of the two villains with a hat and small shorts, who was obviously a boy, in front of her, very generous, "This is baked for you to eat." ”

As he spoke, he quickly pressed a pair out, and pulled the man's pickle to her side, and the girl with long hair and a short skirt pulled it to his side, "This is mine." ”

Mayor Wen, who had been working hard and had been working as if he was accomplishing some great feat, silently pressed the little boy's face and considered whether he should be re-kneaded into a dough.

But before she could press her hand for the second time, Wen Xichao took the dough that she had pressed and looked at it carefully, "Don't you like this?" He took the girl in front of him again, compared it carefully, and agreed, "Speaking of which, women are not as good-looking as you." ”

Jing Hao nodded, compared the models that had already been made by him, and finally took the most common bear, "Why don't you make it all like this?" ”

There is no psychological pressure to eat, and there is no need to understand someone's ulterior motives for sullen people.

Wen Xichao glanced up and commented neatly, "Short legs." ”

Quiet, "......"

How long can you ask for a bear's legs?

And as a bear biscuit, the only use of long legs is to have more portions, right?

She let go of the disgusted bear in her hand, and just reached out to take a flower that was blooming at the right time, and a voice on one side followed, "That's a chrysanthemum." ”

Thinking of the extended meaning of chrysanthemum, Jing Hao still couldn't put it in his mouth, hung his hand and hesitated, and finally stopped at two beautiful letters.

Wen Xichao glanced at it, and the evaluation was quite timely, "There are only two models of letters, one is S, and the other is B. ”

Jing Hao withdrew his hand, turned his head to look at someone who was making an awkward fuss in a reserved manner, turned his eyes to him and then turned to the little boy who was already quite large-scale on the side, and slowly pulled out a smile, "Mayor Wen, didn't you just praise you, are you making trouble with me?" ”

"I thought you were drunk and playing drunk with me, but I didn't expect it to be drunk and spit out the truth, and accidentally exposed the most sincere thoughts in my heart." Jing Hao leaned closer to him, and suddenly reached out and touched his abs through his shirt, just like someone who was drunk before.

"That little boy is indeed not as handsome as Mayor Wen."

Wen Xichao lowered his head to look at her, his starry eyes were shining, flashing with a light that had been silent for a long time, he slowly licked his lower lip, shook the hand she was about to withdraw, and his low voice seemed to be whispering, "If you like it, I'll help them engrave it too." ”

He was silent for a moment, then leaned into her ear and added, the warm breath slowly brushing her ear, "But even if I carve it for them, they are not as handsome as me." ”.

Wen Qi parked the car downstairs on time, and while waiting, she was still a little uneasy in her heart, afraid that someone's anger had not been consumed, so she found him.

As a result, Wen Xichao, who got into the car, was obviously in a good mood, and even handed him a small bucket of packaged biscuits in a friendly manner, "I made it yesterday, it tastes very good, you can also try it." ”

Wen Qi glanced at the small biscuit placed on the side with concern, nodded as if it were dead, and made up her mind that even if it was coated with mustard, she would swallow it without changing her face, so as not to be caught by someone and hurt her feet, and it would be treated even worse in the future.

The secretary, who had the same psychological activity as him, also received a large bucket of small biscuits contributed by Mayor Wen's friendship, and he looked at Mayor Wen, who was standing aside and waiting for him to taste the taste, pinching the biscuits and stuffing them into his mouth like a hero who sacrificed his life for righteousness.

When he tasted the normal and delicious taste in his mouth, his eyes widened in surprise.

Wen Xichao stepped out of the slowly opening elevator door, "I made too many cookies last night," he glanced at the bears, flowers and letters that were crowded together, and thought of the few little people with strange abs that Yu Jing had eaten this morning, and the smile on the corner of his mouth naturally involved a little, "I'll give everyone a little bit." ”

A rare sharing from the boss, the people in the office are very enthusiastic, and the secretary who divided the circle glanced at Gao Ying, who was sitting on the side, and walked over with the few remaining biscuit buckets, "Secretary Gao, don't you want it?" The mayor and his wife did it together. ”

Gao Ying waved her hand, barely pulling out a little smile, but it made her originally haggard face even darker, "No, I had a cold yesterday, and my throat is a little hoarse......"

Her voice was indeed a little hoarse, vague and inauthentic, but with a bit of a cold taste, at first glance it really sounded a little familiar, a bit like the mayor's wife who had been in and out quite a lot before.

Gao Ying raised her eyes as she spoke, but her eyes collided directly with Wen Xichao, who happened to come out of the office, and the sight that happened to collide with her was too sharp and intimidating, and a moment of panic flashed on her face, and she couldn't help but tremble.

Wen Xichao walked up to her with his feet raised, his eyes turned around her desk, and then retracted it casually, patting the secretary on the shoulder, "I'll come to my office later." ”

He took a few steps back, but suddenly paused and looked back at Gao Ying, the expression on his face was restored to the past, and there was a faint hint of softness, "The weather has been getting cooler recently, Secretary Gao should keep warm and be careful about getting cold." ”

Gao Ying nodded subconsciously.

Mayor Wen, who rarely cared about his subordinates, returned to the office, and the rest of the audience turned their eyes to Gao Ying, and the one who heard it really pulled the arm of the person next to him, "Hasn't the weather warmed up a lot recently?" Yesterday's weather forecast also said it was because of the autumn tiger ......"

Gao Ying's face turned pale in an instant.

After watching all the secretaries, they had already connected the recent events together, and after thinking about it carefully, when they entered the office and heard Wen Xichao ask who had entered his office before, they directly softened their legs, lamenting that they were innocently implicated.

"Before, when you said that you were sending a jiàn, I asked Gao Ying to come in and get it."

He thought about confessing and being lenient, and told all his recent impressions of Gao Ying in one go, Wen Xichao listened in silence, and reached out to close the drawer on one side, "Where is Qi Feng who was caught yesterday?" ”