Strawberry cake?

Jing glanced at him, raised her hand and pointed to the location of the kitchen, "There should be another one in the refrigerator," she glanced at the time, and grabbed the person who was about to walk to the kitchen with her foot raised, "It's too late now, you can't digest it, you can eat it tomorrow." ”

Wen Xichao looked down at the three fingers she was holding, and the cold fingertips were quickly stained with the damp heat she brought out of the bathroom, and she gave up the struggle completely in warmth and comfort.

"Okay."

He nodded and shook Jing's hand with his backhand, led her into the bathroom where there was still a wet mist, took the hair dryer in the cabinet and plugged it in, and after testing the wind and temperature, he directly helped her blow her hair, and his tone was still a little dissatisfied.

"It's cold, and it's easy to get cold when your hair is wet, so next time you take a shower, blow your hair out before you come out."

He stood behind him, raising his hand naturally and considerately and gently to help her blow her hair, with slightly cool fingertips interspersed between her hair, occasionally touching the scalp, the black hair was separated by his five fingers, quietly and obediently curled up between his fingers, with his movements a little bit of contact and separation, all the way reluctance and encounter, lingering like a love-hate parting staged in the world.

Wen Xichao slowed down his movements, and suddenly remembered the poem that he saw in his grandfather's study when he was young, which was transcribed on rice paper.

Wan Shenlang's lap, where is not pitiful.

The black hair did not reach his knees, but it had already made him feel pity that he had never felt before.

His movements became more and more sluggish, standing quietly between him and the washstand, in front of him was a cold pool, but the human body was warm when he reached out, coupled with the slightest itch caused by the slowed down movement of his hair, she looked up at Wen Xichao, who looked like she was stunned in the blurred mirror, and reached out to take the hair dryer in his hand.

"I'll do it myself."

Wen Xichao raised her hand to avoid it and shook her hand, "It's more convenient for me." ”

He is more than 1.8 meters, Pei Jing is only in his early 1.6 meters, wearing home soft-soled shoes to put his hand on the lower part of his neck, he can just put his hand on her head as soon as he raises his hand, and he doesn't have to lift it.

With such a good reason, Jing Hao withdrew his hand, looked at the person in the mirror who was focusing on taking care of the black hair in his hand, and suddenly bent the corners of his mouth, "There shouldn't be many people who can enjoy Mayor Wen's personal service, right?" ”

Wen Xichao glanced at her in the mirror that gradually became clearer, his eyes were soaked in a small light, and gradually brought out a little smile, and the movements of his hands became more and more gentle, "At present, I can only remember you." ”

Jing Hao looked at him and smiled, "It's an honor." ”.

The morning light rose again, Wen Xichao was rarely awakened by a rich smell of milk before the alarm clock went off, he turned his head to look at the position on his left, the light-colored thin quilt had already been neatly folded, and only a shallow depression was left on the soft pillow on one side.

He looked outside, moved and approached the pillow, wrapped a strand of hair hanging on it to his fingertips, got up from the bed contentedly, folded the quilt, and then held the soft pillow that he was sleeping on, and after a pause, he switched the two pillows without changing his face.

Jing Hao was taking out the fried yogurt cake in the oil pot, and when she turned around, she saw Wen Xichao stopped behind her, her eyes shook from her to the plate that was half blocked by her, and walked directly over with her long legs, standing behind her, bypassing her waist, and directly pinching a piece of fried yogurt.

"What is this?"

Seeing that he was about to put it in his mouth, Jing Hao hurriedly reached out and stopped, "It's just out of the pot, it's too hot." ”

Wen Xichao paused, and directly brought it to her mouth, her glass-like eyes looked at her without blinking, her thin lips moved, and she slowly spit out a few words, "Blow." ”

The style of painting has become too fast, and the silence is a little too good to turn around.

She was about to speak, Wen Xichao had already bitten it directly to her mouth, pinched her nose with her free hand, and her slightly cool fingers inadvertently slid over her lips when she put it down, so cold that she couldn't help but shiver.

"Lie to you," Wen Xi smiled at the corner of his mouth, put his finger to his lips and sucked gently, as if he was reminiscing about something, looking quite satisfied, "It tastes good." ”

After saying that, he easily crossed over the fire that she turned off and was still on, and looked at the small golden cubes that had been fried in the oil pot, "Those should be all right, can you have breakfast?" ”

His expression was calm and upright, as if the man who was sucking his fingertips and smiling lightly just now was completely her hallucination, and in the blink of an eye, he regained his usual strictness and meticulousness, "Time is almost too late." ”

Jing Hao stretched out his hand to push him away, wiped it from the corner of his eye, and raised his finger to show him the eye droppings on it, "If you know it's too late, hurry up and wash up, breakfast will be ready soon." ”

Wen Xichao glanced at the pale yellow eye on her fingertips, and the smile on the corner of her mouth paused for a moment before being pulled away again, "Okay." ”.

The thick red date porridge served at breakfast, the dark jujube meat has been carefully peeled and the core has been removed, and it is more beautiful in the milky white thick white porridge, and there are steaming crystal steamed dumplings on one side, and golden fried yogurt, plus a few plates of refreshing side dishes under the porridge, which is quite hearty.

Wen Xichao glanced at it, took a sip of porridge with a spoon, felt the warm porridge slide down the esophagus warmly, and the unique fragrance of red dates and rice remained on the tip of his tongue, so he couldn't help but look up at Jing Hao, who was sitting on the side, "When did you get up?" ”

This porridge has been boiling for a long time.

Jing Hao swallowed the steamed dumplings in her mouth, "It didn't take long for me to get up when I couldn't sleep," she glanced at Wen Xichao, and immediately understood what he meant, bringing out a warm smile, "I plan to rest for a while recently, and I can take a nap when I get up early." ”

"Besides," she glanced at Wen Xichao, her gaze flashing over his still somewhat tired face, "I promised my mother to take care of you first, did you take my word for nothing?" ”

Wen Xichao's fingers holding the spoon suddenly increased his strength, and the porcelain spoon and the bowl interlocked, making a crisp sound.

"Of course not," he suppressed the corners of his mouth that he couldn't hold back, and brought out what Jing Hao had said last night again, "It's an honor." ”.

Wen Qi rarely waited downstairs for more than ten minutes before waiting for Wen Xichao, who was late, he watched people come out of the elevator all the way, waiting for him to get in the car and was a little too tired, he couldn't help but look at him in the rearview mirror a few more times, and blinked to make sure that what he saw was not an illusion.

"How?"

Wen Xichao naturally found that his driver had too much attention, but he didn't know what he thought, and with a little reluctance, he took a small one from the food box that he had been holding in his hand and handed it to him, "Could it be that you really have any special functions, and you can even guess this?" ”

He glanced at the food box that Wen Qi put on the co-pilot, and was a little dissatisfied, "It's a cake in it, if it bumps and spoils, it won't taste good." ”

"Cake?" Wen Qi glanced at it and guessed the answer, "Did anyone celebrate their birthday yesterday?" ”

Wouldn't it be that the rest of the house was in the way of the mayor's eyes, and in order not to waste food, he unscrupulously stuffed the rest to him, right?

"No one has a birthday, it's your sister-in-law who made it, and that share is for you."

As soon as his question came out, Wen Xichao knew that he hadn't guessed the cake he had hidden for him just now, and silently regretted that he shouldn't have handed it out with a weak heart, and looked at the cake that was placed on the passenger seat with nostalgia.

Yesterday I was eaten by Pei Ji in two pieces, and today I divided two pieces......

"Sister-in-law?" Wen Qi was puzzled, he was adopted by the Wen family since he was a child, and there are not many people who can be called sister-in-law, and after reacting for a while, he remembered that it was the young lady of the Pei family, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised, "She can also make cakes?" ”

The kind of lady who was born in a famous family and was pampered, shouldn't it be bubble tea, flower arrangement, shopping, and then discussing all kinds of famous brands? When did talent develop into pastry?

Wen Xichao reached out to open the door, "Don't put your imagination on her, she's much better than you think." ”

It was much better than he had imagined.

So much so that he now faintly regrets that he would sign the contract with her in the first place, and the one on it is written in black and white, but if either party has a true love within two years, the marriage contract will be automatically invalidated.

He didn't care before, after knowing how good she was, this marriage contract should not be invalidated.

It was originally his, and it will be his.

As the lunch break approached, the secretary got up and buckled on the door of Wen Xichao's office, and was about to ask Mayor Wen, who had no dinner, what arrangements he had for lunch, when he knocked on the door and saw the familiar classical beauty who was getting closer and closer from the corridor.

Wen Xichao heard the knock on the door but didn't wait for the person who came in the door, and got up and opened the door a little impatiently and saw Jing Hao standing outside the door and greeting people.

In the morning, he took out the contract that had signed the names of the two people and looked at it again, aware of his thoughts, and then looked at the paper that almost turned the established marriage in front of him into a waste paper contract, his mood was really a little uncomfortable, and he looked at everyone like someone who wanted to completely break this marriage contract.

Especially at this time, Jing Hao pursed his lips and smiled, and warmed his facial features that were originally wrapped in cold, so beautiful that he really looked like a painting fairy walking down in a painting, which provoked the secretary who was talking and couldn't help but look at it twice.

"I was about to pick you up, it turned out that I was talking to someone here," Wen Xi took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and pulled Jing Hao to his side, reached out to cover her face, and only let go of her hand with satisfaction after feeling the warmth, affectionately hooked her scattered hair on one side behind her ear, held someone with one hand, and helped her carry the thermos food box in her hand with the other, "Let's go, I'm a little hungry." ”

The secretary, who was completely neglected, was about to catch up and say another word, but Wen Xichao, who turned around and closed the door, suddenly glanced at him and froze him in place.

The meaning in that look in his eyes is to give him a good look if he takes a step forward, right?

After waving off the idle people, Wen Xichao put the things in his hand on the table, and casually said a few things that the secretary had done unsatisfactorily recently, and concluded at the end, "Sooner or later, I have to change to a competent person, and many things are not as good as the people below." ”

Jing Hao held the hand of the food box for a moment, took the chopsticks on the side and put them in his hand, "When will you complain to me about work?" ”

The two were a model of respect for each other before.

She looked at Wen Xichao and pushed the plate of grunt meat he didn't eat much in front of him, "Don't be picky," and moved away from a plate of half-eaten vegetarian mix, "Speaking of which, the mayor also wants his wife to deliver the food, and it won't affect it, right?" ”

Her tone was flat, as if she just asked casually, Wen Xichao glanced at it a few times and didn't see anything, so she naturally obeyed her desire to get along with her from the bottom of her heart, "Others will only think that the mayor and his wife are deeply affectionate." ”

Just like him, in just a few days, his mentality has completely changed, knowing that the harmony and happiness in front of him are still a little illusory, but he still can't help but want to indulge in it and seize this rare luck.

It was just a marriage before, but now it's a great fate.

I was by my side when I didn't fall in love yet, and how could I let go after I fell in love.

The rumors of the mayor and his wife's deep affection have been in and out several times in Jing, and the two have even been completely confirmed after going out hand in hand many times, from the initial rumor to an ironclad reality, even Pei's mother heard the rumors, called to ask, and talked about the topic that had been remembered before.

In fact, Wen Xichao is nearly thirty years old, and Pei Jing is also twenty-seven, and it is difficult for the old people of the two families to urge, and after seeing the relationship between the two gradually heating up, they can't wait to bring up the topic again and again.

Hung up Pei's mother's phone, Jing Hao went into the kitchen and put the meals prepared before into the food box, the bottom is steamed soft and glutinous eight-treasure rice, the sweet and sour pork ribs with rich colors on the top occupy a single grid, and on the other side there are a few fish meatballs wrapped in egg whites that have been fried to a golden brown, and then on top of it are emerald green dried green beans and tender white slices of white meat, and finally a few pieces of yam and red date cake are placed on top of each layer, which exudes a fragrance softly.

She carried her things all the way to the municipal building, but met Takazakura in the elevator.

There were two people standing on the left and right in the quiet elevator, Jing looked at the slowly rising floor, turned his head to meet Gao Ying's gaze that had not yet retracted, and smiled, "What has Secretary Gao been looking at me for?" ”

Gao Ying was about to retract her gaze, but when she heard her words, she stopped moving, her gorgeous eyebrows and eyes were raised, and her seductive red lips were slowly hooked, "How does Miss Pei know who I am?" She suddenly realized, "Oh", "Could it be that Xi Chao mentioned me to you?" It's a pity that except for seeing Miss Pei staring at people every day, I haven't heard Miss Pei mentioned in the Xi Dynasty once. ”

"Naturally, he didn't mention me to you," Jing looked at the number that stopped beating, and looked back at Gao Ying, and his smile didn't change by half a minute, "But I'm afraid the reason is that Secretary Gao hasn't been able to say a few words to him in total, right?" ”

She stepped out of the elevator and looked at Gao Ying, who was still standing inside, "If Secretary Gao wonders why I know the reason, it will naturally be that he introduced me to others, and they all directly said that I am Mrs. Wen." ”

"Secretary Gao had better keep a low profile in the future, don't make things known to everyone, and come to ask me why I know who you are."