"Okay, one happy fried rice, do you want anything else?"

Qiao Wenhan shook his head.

An Xiaoxi was about to place an order for the back kitchen, when Qiao Wenhan grabbed her hand.

With a flick of her hand, the pen flew down, startling the waiter next to her.

The boss seems to know this guest, presumably to seek revenge.

"Boss, can you be happy after eating happy fried rice?"

Qiao Wenhan lowered his voice.

"Well-meaning people are naturally happy when they eat, and people with bad hearts will not be happy when they eat anything. Sir, this is a hotel, not a mental hospital. ”

An Xiaoxi placed an order for the master in the kitchen, and Qiao Wenhan stood up.

"I want you to do it, not someone else's it."

The voice trembled, and An Xiaoxi's sensitivity caught Qiao Wenhan's humility for the first time.

"Okay, wait a minute."

An Xiaoxi quickly tied her apron and fried a plate of fried rice in a few minutes.

In front of Qiao Wenhan, Qiao Wenhan just watched, but didn't eat.

"You eat with me."

Qiao Wenhan raised his eyes, and there was a hint of bitterness in the coldness.

"Guest, we don't have this kind of service here, if you don't want to eat now, you can pack it."

Throwing off this sentence, An Xiaoxi pretended to go to the back kitchen to help, and did not show up in the front hall.

Actually, she was also uncomfortable.

Holding back anger, sadness, and love, he pretended to be calm and finished the play he had just played.

Seeing that An Xiaoxi didn't come out, Qiao Wenhan paid the money and packed the fried rice and took it away.

The next day.

Day 3.

Day 4.

It goes on for a week.

Every day, he came over to order a plate of happy fried rice, just watched it and didn't eat it, and took it away.

He was gambling, betting that An Xiaoxi would not be able to stand his persistence and surrender.

Bet on Ann Xiaoxi's soft-heartedness.

Unfortunately, he didn't succeed.

An Xiaoxi never appeared again, as if it had disappeared.

No matter how he asked, the boss came to fry the rice in person, and the waiter would prevaricate, saying that the boss had returned to his hometown.

Where else is there a hometown. Qiao Wenhan heard that An Xiaoxi had sold the house and carried the first comfortable nest in the world of the two of them.

These days, An Xiaoxi directs the store's operations remotely from home.

It's not a solution for a long time, hiding at home can't solve the problem, you have to make it clear to Qiao Wenhan head-on.

Hiding will only make Qiao Wenhan think that her emotional wounds have not healed and there is still a chance.

Looking at Qiao Wenhan's condition, that Miss Cai should still be there.

"Hey! What are you doing? ”

Su Chenfeng's call came in time, preventing An Xiaoxi from falling into the swamp of memories and couldn't extricate himself.

"Where's at home?"

"Why are you not feeling well, you should be in the store at this time."

"It's been okay lately......"

When the words came to his lips, he wanted to tell Su Chenfeng that Qiao Wenhan came to the store to look for her.

But the mouth became like scalded flesh, and became wooden.

"It's been postponed on my side, and it will take forty days to finish, are you really OK?"

Holding back tears, An Xiaoxi spit out "ok".

Her state is not ok, and she is about to lose her hold.

Seeing Qiao Wenhan's dark eyes and emaciated figure, she was about to lose it.

Damn, she was feeling sorry for him.

Hanging up the phone, An Xiaoxi put on makeup beautifully, and began to go to the store to point out the country. Even if Qiao Wenhan came, she didn't want to back down anymore.

But strangely, after that week, Qiao Wenhan never came again.

Every day, An Xiaoxi is ready for how to deal with him when he comes.

As it failed again and again, every day turned into speculation about whether he would come or not, and then turned into anticipation.

More than once, An Xiaoxi cursed herself for being "cheap" in her heart.

Emotional people are always losers.

……

"Wen Han, do you think I look good in this."

In the cloakroom, Cai Mengyu put on a new coat and let Qiao Wenhan taste it.

Qiao Wenhan had no mind and no time.

Every time the fried rice is packed, it is handed over to the chef to deal with.

For seven days in a row, the Qiao family couldn't figure out what was wrong with the young master, and came back every day with a box of cold fried rice.

New Zealand's friend's wedding, he was invited to attend and brought Cai Mengyu with him.

An Xiaoxi's side, you can't go over for the time being.

Three days after the wedding, after coming back, Qiao Wenhan suddenly had a high fever that did not go away, and he did not get better after lying in the hospital for a few days.

Even Old Man Qiao was alarmed, and sent his personal doctor to take a look, but he didn't see any clues.

The hospital was also worried that it was infected with some inspiration virus abroad, and after careful examination, there were no other symptoms, but the body temperature was slightly higher than that of ordinary people, and then he fell unconscious.

Cai Mengyu kept being by his side all the time, and he hadn't closed his eyes for a few days.

The maids advised her to go back and rest for a day, but she refused.

Although this woman was a little strange, the servants could tell that she loved the young master very much.

"Fried rice...... Fried rice. ”

A maid heard Qiao Wenhan muttering something indistinctly, as if it was fried rice.

Only then did someone mention that not long ago, the young master would pack a box of cold fried rice every day and come back.

But after so many days, no one remembers the address and contact number of the original fried rice, which is very bad.

Call the other servants of the Qiao Mansion and be sure to find the contact information of that fried rice, the only thing the young master is talking about in his coma is that.

The garbage in Qiao's Mansion had to be cleaned up every day, and the information about that fried rice was not found in the end.

Three days later, Qiao Wenhan slowly woke up.

Plagued by nightmares every day, he dreamed of pushing Cai Mengyu off a cliff and burying herself in the sea.

For several days, I was awakened by such a dream.

But when I woke up and saw Cai Mengyu alive, I found out that it was a false alarm.

……

Over there, An Xiaoxi watched every day to see if Qiao Wenhan would come.

On the day I didn't come, I was relieved.

Su Chenfeng would call An Xiaoxi whenever he was free, talking about what their crew had seen and heard, saying that the food they had eaten recently, fortunately, with him, An Xiaoxi kept reminding himself to forget the past and embrace the current life.

If you say that you want to be jealous of love, don't give up your principles easily.

"How long will it take for you to be back?"

An Xiaoxi felt that Su Chenfeng had been gone for a century.

"Well, I'll do the math, there's still twenty-nine days and twelve hours."

Su Chenfeng can always use a sentence or two to drive An Xiaoxi's bad mood away, and being with him is like walking under the sun, carefree and free.

"Okay, then I'll see you in twenty-nine days and twelve hours?"

Through the mobile phone, An Xiaoxi could imagine that Su Chenfeng was over there, and made an OK gesture to the mobile phone.

After tidying up her mood, An Xiaoxi arranged the work of purchasing, front office and back kitchen as usual.

She doesn't think about the uninvited guest anymore.

If you want to come, you will come, make it clear, and the two will have nothing to do with each other in the future.

An Xiaoxi instructed several younger brothers to clean up the ash behind the signboard. By the way, put on a new light sign.

"Creek."

A voice made his scalp tingle.

Turning around, I saw him like a walking corpse.

Poor Baba is not suitable for this proud person, his usual eyebrows and eyes are naturally compatible with flying and domineering.

"Sir, we're not open yet, would you please come back at ten o'clock?"

An Xiaoxi's politeness was full of flirtatiousness, and Qiao Wenhan refused to leave.

"Don't eat, find a place to sit and talk."

Qiao Wenhan made an old mistake, and just wanted to get started with La'an Xiaoxi's arm, but she blocked it back in time.

"Well, I have something to say to you. Let's go. ”

Sitting in the co-pilot of Qiao Wenhan's Maserati again, An Xiaoxi lost his previous fear.

Thinking back to being shoehorned into this car by Qiao Wenhan before, it is really a humiliating black history.

Driving to a nearby café, An Xiaoxi ordered a latte, and Qiao Wenhan only needed water.

After recovering from a serious illness, his gastrointestinal condition was still very bad, and his weakness was visible to the naked eye.

"Mr. Qiao, if you want to say anything, just say it first, I will have something to do later."

An Xiaoxi's eyes looked out the window, and if he looked at Qiao Wenhan, he couldn't help but care for his thin face and thick dark circles with his eyes.

Her hateful bodhisattva heart will do bad things.

"I'll discuss with you, can I come to Qiao Wenhan to be a chef, the treatment is very good......

When An Xiaoxi heard this, she smiled.

"Mr. Qiao, although we are not as big as your family's big business, we have a small business of our own, so we don't look at people's faces. You'd better be smart. No matter how much, I won't go. ”

"Also, if you come to the restaurant next time to eat, can you be the same as a regular customer, you don't eat, you take it at a glance, it bothers my staff."

"Also, don't always order fried rice, say it like fried rice is a love token, the people below will think and talk nonsense, I don't want to cause any misunderstanding."

An Xiaoxi said a lot, and Qiao Wenhan slowly replied: "Is it, isn't it?" ”

has no head and no brain, and I don't know which problem he is aiming at with this sentence. An Xiaoxi was worried, and he answered the question of the love token.

"Qiao Mansion chef can't be a chef, if you can afford it, you can come over often to eat, or you can order takeout, it's very convenient now."

An Xiaoxi got up to leave.

Qiao Wenhan got up and stayed.

He was tall, and An Xiaoxi was suppressed at once. Despite his morbid exhaustion, Qiao Wenhan is a big man after all.

Ann Xiaoxi can't resist.

"Stop!"

It was almost a whispered roar. Qiao Wenhan pressed An Xiaoxi back into his seat.

"Why do you want me to stand and sit. I've had nothing to do with you for a long time. ”

An Xiaoxi also didn't have good words, she was very tough.

Qiao Wenhan was so anxious that he coughed and couldn't stop.

He is a metabolic imbalance caused by overwork and long-term lack of sleep, and the body's resistance is extremely reduced, and he is very prone to colds.

An Xiaoxi watched coldly, and when he saw the invincible Qiao Wenhan become like this, half of the anger in his heart dissipated.

"Contract...... It's not over yet! ”

Qiao Wenhan raised his bloodshot eyes and grabbed An Xiaoxi's hand with both hands.

"Laughing at it, Miss Cai has returned, and this contract should be invalidated. Originally, I was a temporary replacement for Miss Cai's absence, and now the genuine product is back, I'm an impostor, what are you doing with it? ”

An Xiaoxi sneered, looking down on Qiao Wenhan's behavior of stepping on two boats.

"I'll sort it out, you give me some time."

Qiao Wenhan's hand was clenched so tightly that An Xiaoxi couldn't even struggle.

"It's not a matter of time, Mr. Qiao, I'm an extra, and now that the prototype of the character I play is here, it's time for the curtain call, do you know what I mean?"

Qiao Wenhan shook his head.

"Nope! No, Creek, I ......"

Halfway through speaking, Qiao Wenhan coughed again. I had to let go of An Xiaoxi's hand and take out a handkerchief to cover my mouth.

"I can't live without you, Creek, I miss you."

For the first time, An Xiaoxi saw that the corners of Qiao Wenhan's eyes were moist. The Qiao Wenhan who once swore to tell him that he would no longer cry after the age of twenty, Qiao Wenhan who abided by the laws of adults.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Qiao."

An Xiaoxi stood up and turned her head to leave, desperation was her best way out.

"Can't you say you want to?"

Qiao Wenhan's eyes were red.