Den.

Huo Yexing is practicing pen calligraphy.

This is his habit, every time his mind is not quiet, he can calm down by practicing words for half an hour.

But this time it didn't work.

He stopped writing, a little frustrated.

He was a very emotional person, so he wasn't familiar with how to deal with the situation.

He has been raised as the heir to the presidency since birth, and he has been placed on too many high hopes, including the glory of the entire family. He studied business warfare, politics, how to strategize, equestrian and piano, but no one ever taught him how to deal with feelings.

"Tuk tuk—" there were two very soft knocks on the door, "Your Excellency, your dinner." ”

Huo Yexing looked up. Did he hear it wrong? The voice of the little agent?

When she brought dinner, was she courting him?

He was angry for so long to come, didn't he think it was too late?

I thought dissatisfied, but on my lips I was—

"Come in."

I don't want to see her......

Ling Yi entered with a tray and placed it on the desk. Delicate Italian porcelain holds cod, beef, greens, soups, each serving is a small plate, small but exquisite, each dish is very exquisite.

He didn't look at her, concentrated on practicing calligraphy, and copied the "Book of Zeng Guo's Family". The words are very beautiful, vigorous and powerful, generous and magnificent, and they all say that the words are like their people, and His Excellency the President is a broad-minded person.

"Your Excellency's handwriting is beautiful."

Huo Yexing didn't hear it, but the words were already messier than just now, because his heart was confused. Words are the easiest way to reflect your mood.

"Are you courting me?" A deep voice asked.

Well? Did he mean food delivery?

"No, Xiao Tao has something, ask me to send it over."

Huo Yexing's eyebrows were not obvious, and he wrote faster. "Take it down."

"But you haven't eaten dinner yet."

"An Lie."

"Your Excellency." An Lie walked in briskly.

"Let's go."

"Yes." Without a word, An Lie removed the tray very simply.

Ling Yi didn't know what he had done wrong. Her intuition told her that His Excellency the President's temper was directed at her, but she did not feel that she had the ability to influence his emotions.

"If you don't want to eat this, I'm pretty good at cooking noodles, or I'll ......"

"Not necessarily!" Huo Yexing interrupted her.

His attitude was cold. Ling Yi had no choice but to give up. "Then I won't bother you to practice calligraphy."

The door closed.

Huo Yexing had five fingers and one hand, and the pen was broken at the waist.

……

Xiaolongbao ran over from the door of the room and hugged Ling Yi.

Little Face Complains: Why Have You Been So Long? I thought I was gone.

"How could I leave without saying hello?" The little face was so cute, she couldn't help but pinch it. "You're so tender, I want to take a bite."

Hearing this, the little guy rolled up his sleeves without hesitation and brought the white and tender little arm to her mouth.

Ling Yile was happy. "I'm reluctant to bite, so let's kiss it." As she spoke, she kissed him on the cheek.

Xiao Long Bao blushed shyly. What a fragrant kiss.

"Let's go eat." Big hands hold small hands.

In the restaurant, the maid serves an exquisite dinner.

"Today's dish is exactly the same as the last time I ate." Ling Yiyi.

"Yes, the dishes are carefully arranged by the chef, every seven days, every day of the week, I eat a fixed dish. Today, Saturday, that's all I have to eat. Little Peach replied.

"How many years have you eaten?"

"That's right." Xiao Tao nodded, because she was used to it, so she didn't think there was any problem. But Ling Yi, who comes from the "folk", feels a little too formulaic. No matter how delicious the dish is, you will get tired of eating it for several years in a row, and eating is not a task, you have to follow the rules.

Looking at Xiao Long Bao again, he looked unappetizing.

Her heart moved, "Shall I cook noodles for you to eat?" ”