"Make a cup of coffee" Wei Yan pulled off his tie, his expression was indifferent, and his tone was cold.

Shen Li retracted some of the thoughts that floated out, got up and walked out of the office, after Wei Yan closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, his fists were clenched together, even his eyebrows were frowned together, as if the irritability that had been accumulated for a long time could not be released, if he could, he wanted to explode fiercely, for a long time, for a long time, he gradually softened his whole body, took the papers stacked on the corner of the table, and forced himself to calm down.

A cup of coffee was placed in front of him, steaming on his face, Wei Yan's pupils closed, he didn't raise his eyes, just took the coffee and took a sip.

"All the materials and documents that need to be processed in the past few days when I am not here have been brought over," Wei Yan ordered lightly.

Shen Li took a deep look and turned away in silence.

The mobile phone on the desk vibrates.

"I'll go over after I've sorted out the papers," Wei Yan answered the phone, and in his irritated tone, he barely managed to calm down.

Shen Li's footsteps stopped at the door, her hearing was sensitive enough to easily catch the subtleties of the words, and the calmness in her anxiety was so harsh that she could obviously ignore it, but she still listened insincerely, until she deeply stabbed herself at the end of the day.

Treat it as if you didn't hear it, you can pretend not to hear it if you hear it, just do it, Shen Li resolutely took a step, the front door of the elevator was pushed open on both sides, Shen Li walked in, in the uninhabited space, her feet suddenly softened, and the whole person slowly slid to the ground according to the elevator, a kind of sourness hovered in the nose, so that the eye sockets were weightless.

Has it come to this point? Incorrigible?

Wei Yan finished processing the documents in three hours at the company, and then left the company after the work.

"Are you better?" As soon as the door opened in early summer, Wei Yan sent impatient care, so that the spring flowers bloomed in the heart of early summer.

"Well, it's better," he said, reaching out and pulling Wei Yan into the house.

"Where's lunch? Haven't eaten yet? Wei Yan asked again.

Early Summer shook her head.

"What do you want to eat? I'll have someone send it over," Wei Yan said in his usual flat tone.

"Huh?" In early summer, he thought about it, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and he said greedily, "Fried rice cakes, I haven't eaten them for a long time" Only the fried rice cakes he made have a unique taste, and every time he is in a bad mood abroad, he will eat a fried rice cake, although he does not have his taste, but he can only reluctantly accept it.

Wei Yan's face tightened, and even his eyes instantly froze.

"What? Isn't it possible? "Early Summer became worried.

"Okay," Wei Yan agreed without hesitation after thinking deeply.

After that, I took off my suit, tied my apron, and everything was handy in the kitchen.

In the living room, in the early summer, looking at the kitchen with his hands on his cheeks, Wei Yan, who had been concentrating, never looked this way, and the early summer got up and walked to the kitchen.

"Right away," Wei Yan began.

Chu Xia smiled gently, turned behind him, reached out and hugged him, kissed his chest with a side face, Wei Yan took a beating, lowered his eyes and looked at the arm around his waist, obviously it was just a slight force, but it seemed to strangle his breathing, time was frozen at this moment, forgetting that the fried rice cake was about to burn, Wei Yan suddenly woke up, turned off the liquefaction stove, pulled her arm, and turned around immediately

"Okay, ready to eat" Hands pressed her shoulders, with a slight force to push away from her body, but early summer didn't notice, this natural movement, mixed with indescribable heaviness.

"Good" early summer left the kitchen contentedly, walked to the restaurant, looking at her back, Wei Yan's eyes were always full of a trace of sorrow, and couldn't help but sink deeper and deeper, floating into the abyss.