Suddenly pulled to sit on his lap, Rong Zhiwei suppressed the horror in her heart as much as possible, pretending not to be shocked, but with a little shyness on her face: "Is this... Not so good. ”

In her arms, only he could see the slightest bit of restlessness, the trace of waves that could be vaguely seen in the eyes of the cut water, Shen Chen rarely smiled with a spring breeze on his face, and glanced at Meng Han in the green skirt opposite: "It's just a meal, what's wrong?" ”

As soon as the words fell, before she could speak, she saw him whispering next to her ear: "Is it possible that it has been so long, baby, haven't you gotten used to it?" ”

The movements of the two are extremely intimate, like a whisper between lovers.

The noonday sun slanted through the window, and the black-haired man sitting in the chair looked extraordinary, and the delicate tenderness in his inky eyes seemed to be all given to the woman sitting on his lap, and no one else could be separated.

And the woman in the burgundy embroidered shirt sat sideways in his arms, not showing the slightest restraint, from Meng Han's angle, Rong Zhiwei turned her head to look at Shen Chen, only a shallow smile at the corner of her lips was extremely attractive.

The smile on the corner of Meng Han's mouth became sweeter, and he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers elegantly: "Waiter, you can serve the main course." ”

The waiter, who had been observing the situation not far away, answered yes and turned to leave.

"I wonder how long Mr. Shen and Miss Rong have been together?"

The two people sitting opposite each other moved their eyes to her at the same time, Rong Zhiwei's smile remained unchanged, but she leaned her head lightly on his neck socket, and took the initiative to stretch out her right hand and interlock the ten fingers of his left hand.

Shen Chen thought for a moment and said lightly: "It's been six months and fourteen days." ”

This is the exact time when Rong Zhiwei took office.

Rong Zhiwei was a little surprised, she didn't even remember the exactly, but he reported it accurately.

Meng Han also seemed to be a little surprised, and asked with a little doubt in his tone: "It's been half a year, why don't you tell Aunt Shen?" ”

"It's not time yet," Shen Chen's eyes turned to the hands held by the two, and his tone unconsciously brought a little alienation: "Please Miss Meng properly open her mouth and report." ”

"I understand."

The name of this high-end western restaurant in the prime location of X City is "One Day Appointment".

The peculiarity is that it only serves one meal a day, and no matter what status you are, it is impossible to order anything other than the meal provided on the day.

Because of this feature, there is no such thing as a menu in this Western restaurant, you just need to tell the waiter how many people there are, and the waiter will serve the meals one by one, without the step of ordering.

In short, there are surprises every time the food is served.

Soon, two waiters dressed in the same dress came with plates, and they couldn't help but be stunned when they saw the situation of the three of them, and then quickly reacted, smiling and politely placing the plates in front of each other, and one of them asked, "Do you need to add another pair of cutlery?" ”

"No, thank you." Shen Chen refused.

"Okay, please use it slowly." The waiter added a small amount of wine to the glasses of the two of them, bowed and turned to leave.

After Shen Chen let go of the hand he was shaking with Rong Zhiwei, he reached out and scooped a small bowl of soup on the table, and handed the bowl to Rong Zhiwei.

I picked up my goblet and took a sip as a courtesy.

Then I watched her in her arms scoop the soup with a spoon and drink it elegantly in small sips.

After drinking about half of it, Rong Zhiwei put the bowl on the table, looked at Shen Chen, who had been staring at her, and smiled faintly: "It's delicious." ”

But this smile, in Shen Chen's eyes, was extremely cold and alienated.

Then Shen Chen reached out and picked up the knife and fork, and began to cut the half-cooked chicken liver steak in front of him.

While elegantly cutting the steak, from time to time he forked a piece and fed it to Rong Zhiwei's mouth, occasionally eating a bite by himself, and the atmosphere between the two of them was harmonious as if Meng Han on the other side did not exist.

After eating about half of it, Shen Chen put down the knife and fork in his hand, took a tissue and handed it to Rong Zhiwei, and after the two wiped their mouths, Shen Chen helped Rong Zhiwei stand up from his arms: "We won't eat desserts and fruits, Miss Meng will use them slowly." ”

After the words fell, he stretched out his hand to take Rong Zhiwei, turned around and left, and went to check out first.

"Goodbye, Miss Meng." Rong Zhiwei said goodbye politely.

"Goodbye."

Meng Han, who is only one person left, is still elegant, and he has not lost his etiquette and proportions because of this.

Walking downstairs, Shen Chen opened the car door for Rong Zhiwei, and after escorting her to sit in, he walked into the driver's seat and drove away.

Rong Zhiwei, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned on her mobile phone, looked down and flipped through the messages, pretending that nothing had happened.

I didn't think it was anything just now, anyway, it was a drill for the woman to see, but now that I think about it, a touch of crimson has appeared on my face.

Just now, her boss, the president of the company, actually cut the steak and fed it to her! She is still sitting on the lap of the president!

These are her first times...

The first time I sat on a man's lap and the first time I ate like this.

She didn't make a sound for a long time, and Shen Chen, who was driving, glanced at her.

This glance made Shen Chen stunned.

Beside her, who was looking down and reading the news in the company, her cheeks were flushed, and even her earlobes and ear roots were pink and red, thinking of the soft and delicate body that had just sat in his arms, and the well-behaved when he fed her, Shen Chen's depressed mood from the morning seemed to be combed by something, and the cold and hard lip line since getting into the car rarely hooked a faint arc.

When the car stopped again, it was in front of a Chinese restaurant not far from their company, and it was clear that there was only one person serving the unfinished steak, and neither of them had eaten enough.

"Get out of the car."

Naturally, they entered the restaurant, Shen Chen and Rong Zhiwei sat by the window, and took the menu and ordered a few dishes.

Taking advantage of the gap in serving the food, Rong Zhiwei took a sip of tea, looked at Shen Chen opposite, and said quietly: "President Shen, can I give an opinion?" ”

Shen Chen raised his eyes to look at her, and at this time, the flush on her face had subsided by half: "Say." ”

Rong Zhiwei was entangled for a moment and said, "Next time something like this, can President Shen find someone else to do it?" ”

"Why?"

His eyes looked straight into her pale amber eyes, into the bottom of the pool.

"I..." Rong Zhiwei frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "I'm just President Shen's secretary." ”

The two looked at each other, his dark eyes swelling with ink, and it was difficult to see emotion, but her amber eyes were as calm as ever.

Silent.

After a while, Shen Chen smiled and said: "Isn't the secretary's job to help me solve problems in work and life?" Isn't this a problem? ”