Every time she opened the door of her room in the middle of the night, her heart was crumpled, afraid to see the still warm blood, afraid to see a frozen ice sculpture squatting in the cold night, afraid that she would not be able to feel her breathing, afraid that she was the only one left in this strange country.

So now, Shen Zhiqiu took a look at this small storefront, and his son who was teasing Lan Lan on the side, and then his daughter who was forever godless and could only use her right eye to see the world, maybe her current life was really good.

Lan Ruohao didn't raise his head to accompany Lan Lan to show off the gifts he bought, but his voice was faint as if it was floating from afar, "I have already told him about your return." ”

Lan Xianshu paused as she turned around and wanted to leave.

"By the way, I wish him a happy engagement."

Happy engagement, huh, so much irony.

Lan Xianshu stiffened her steps and continued to walk forward.

It had nothing to do with her anymore, and she had forgotten everything before.

Behind him was Shen Zhiqiu's slightly anxious voice, "Ah Hao, what are you telling him to do this, our life is very quiet now, and I don't want them to come over and disturb me." ”

Ye Zhichen suddenly canceled the lunch dinner and stayed in the company to continue working, and Mommy temporarily called and said that she had made an appointment to try on the wedding dress in the afternoon, and asked him to accompany Qin Feifei to the beauty for the rest of her life in the afternoon.

Getting married or something, although it's not what he cares about, but since he agreed, it doesn't matter who he marries him.

Even if it's just a simple family marriage.

When I called Susan, the secretary, Susan was enjoying a special lunch at a newly opened restaurant with her colleagues.

It's just that Susan glanced at her watch, and there were only twenty minutes left before the president's meal time, and it was only twenty minutes, and it was impossible for her to rush from a restaurant next to the company to a specific restaurant outside the fifth ring road to prepare lunch for the president, so Susan secretly made a decision by herself.

The lunch that looks good and tastes delicious directly ordered a few dishes for the president to pack back.

In fact, many times, the president's appetite is not as big as the legend, but he doesn't eat a lot of things.

In the afternoon, when Susan put the packed lunch on the president's table, Ye Zhichen just glanced up at her and didn't speak.

Not speaking meant that there was no problem for the time being, and Susan walked out of the president's office with brisk steps.

Susan brought home a simple lunch, one braised eggplant, one braised pork ribs, one rice, and three lunch boxes stacked directly on the table next to the sofa in the reception area.

When Ye Zhichen finished signing all the documents, it was already half an hour later, put down the pen, paced to the sofa and sat down, and opened the lunch box.

The meals were almost cold, Ye Zhichen's stomach was not very good, but even the cold rice was still soft to eat.

I don't know when he started, he would be obsessed with braised pork ribs, and he didn't like ginger for sauce-roasted eggplant, and Susan had long been familiar with them.

Open the two lunch boxes with open dishes, and the fragrance that comes to your nose has a little bit of a familiar fragrance.

Picking up a piece of square-cut pork ribs and slowly putting it in her mouth, it was a faint spice with a sweet taste wafting from the dish, and it was a kind of self-made orange peel that she liked to add every time she prepared braised pork ribs.