Putting out the breakfast one by one, Zhao Xiang stared at Jiang Xin, "You and Han Yi ...... What's going on? ”

Hearing the name, Jiang Xin slowly came back to his senses, threw the plan on the table, and walked over to have breakfast.

"Not really." She didn't know what was going on, so she said three words lightly.

Jiang Xin looked at it, about eight or nine breakfasts, xiao long bao, fried dumplings, spring rolls, siu mai, small wontons, fried eggs, milk, soy milk......

After being silent for a second, Jiang Xin raised his eyes to look at Zhao Xiang, "...... What do you buy so much for? ”

Looking at the things on the table blankly, occupying half of the table, Zhao Xiang made a fuss and said, "Is this a lot?" Oh, I brought it from your house, and if you don't finish it, you're wasting your mother's loving breakfast. ”

"......" Jiang Xin twitched the corners of his mouth, suddenly had no appetite, looked at her and said, "You eat with me." ”

Zhao Xiang swallowed her saliva and wanted to refuse, because she found that on the day when she left with Song Jiu to go to P City to run errands, Jiang Xin definitely forgot to eat again, and she was thinner than before.

She was at the Jiang family in the morning, although she could follow Song Qi and Song Jiu to the table to eat, but that terrible and infiltrating atmosphere, how could she eat deliciously.

Still struggling, Zhao Xiang's stomach growled, and he was very awake in the quiet and silent office.

Zhao Xiang, "......"

Jiang Xin, "......"

Before the embarrassing momentum fermented, Jiang Xin slowly curled the corners of his mouth and leaned back in the chair, "What are you talking about here, and you haven't eaten breakfast yourself?" ”

...... "She's not that she eats, she just eats less!"

So, a few minutes later, Song Jiu came in with a stack of materials and saw two people having breakfast together at the table.

Song Jiu put down the folder: "Zhao Xiang, didn't you eat with us in the morning?" ”

Who can eat wholeheartedly like her in that environment??!

Revealing the stuffing in front of Jiang Xin, Zhao Xiang would not let Song Jiu have a chance to laugh at her, she chewed the xiaolongbao that was almost bitten off with her tongue in her mouth, chewed it and swallowed it, "I'm idle and have nothing to do, can't I help Xiao Jiang share a little?" ”

Looking at Zhao Xiang speechlessly, Song Jiu said to Jiang Xin, "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang went to talk to Zhou's boss about cooperation, and said that you didn't have a job in the morning, so let you take a good rest." In the afternoon, a stylist will come over to prepare for the Zhou mid-year festival in the evening. ”

Thinking of Zhou Zhiyu's recent appearance in front of her, intentionally or unintentionally, Jiang Xin took half a sip of milk, and instantly returned to the rigorous look when he said work: "Let the stylist not have to come over, just bring the dress." ”

"But Mr. Jiang ......" Jiang Xin came over with a sneer, Song Jiu's words stuck in his throat, paused, bowed his head and said, "I know." ”

Song Jiu went out, and Zhao Xiang gave Jiang Xin a thumbs up, "Sister Xin, Niu, is becoming more and more domineering female president, and even Song Jiu's kind of people who obey President Jiang for the sake of Jiang Shi are suppressed." ”

"After eating, clean up after eating, I'll go in and catch up on sleep."

Jiang Xin wiped his mouth and stood up and walked to the lounge inside, suddenly feeling a little tired, since he didn't have to work, let's sleep.

"......" Zhao Xiang, who originally planned to ask Jiang Xin after eating, felt so tired, why did she refuse to communicate this, the more curious she was, the more she wanted to know.

……

Zhou's Building, top floor.

Zhou Zhiyu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, listened to the report he received, and frowned: "Didn't find out what was wrong with Jiang Xin's feelings?" He clearly heard the bar owner say that she was green.