Jiang Yao was almost squirted out of the salt!

"Phew—what is this!"

The chicken soup was extremely salty and fresh, and Jiang Yao choked to death, "Song Zhixian!" Are you deliberately harming me with dark cuisine? ”

Song Zhixian frowned: "Is it so salty?" ”

Seeing that Jiang Yao's reaction was so intense, he couldn't help but take a sip, and then snorted twice!

"Look! You've been salted yourself. "Jiang

It took a long time for her cough to calm down, and she reached out for water, "I ask you, don't use this low-level method to fix people." What age is it, and I deliberately made a dark dish for others to drink...."

"I didn't mean to fix you." Song Zhi explained in a muffled voice, "This is what I specially boiled for you after I went home." ”

Jiang Yao: "......."

A question mark slowly rose in her head.

"The doctor said that you are not in good health, and you need to make up for it. So I studied the recipe and stared at the stove for two hours. ”

There was a brief silence in the room.

Jiang Yao found that the man had two more band-aids wrapped around his middle finger and index finger.

None of them were there before.

She stared: "Don't tell me that you cut this wound yourself?" ”

"Of course not." Song Zhixian immediately denied it, "I wouldn't do such a stupid thing." ”

Jiang Yao was still suspicious of the two wounds on his fingers.

Song Zhixian pursed his lips and did not speak.

Jiang Yao just kept looking at him.

The man finally said in a deep voice: "My fingers were burned when the soup was boiled at the end." ”

Jiang Jiao raised his eyebrows, "Pour too much water, and the chicken soup spilled out?" ”

Song Zhixian paused for a rare moment: "It's because the casserole is too hot, I forgot to wear gloves when serving it." ”

Jiang Yao almost laughed.

She finally knows where a man's shortcomings are!

In the kitchen!

It seems that Mr. Ba is not perfect, this kind of casserole is too hot to take gloves of common sense, eight-year-old children may understand, he is 28 people, and he is still so stupid.

Song Zhixian saw the ridicule in Jiang Yao's eyes at a glance, "It's the first time I've cooked, so I'm a little clumsy." ”

"For the first time?"

"Hmm." He answered in a deep voice, and then sullenly took all the chicken soup in the thermos cup, "If it's unpleasant, pour it all." I asked Sister-in-law Li to make a new one. ”

Jiang Yao looked at his back, and he was quite sullen.

However, seeing that he was unhappy, Jiang Yao's mood gradually improved.

Song Zhixian will still send the soup a few days later, and the taste has changed from quality to quantity.

Jiang Yao asked, "Are you boiling?" ”

"Sister-in-law Li finished boiling, I sent it over."

"Oh, it turned out to be a courier."

Mr. Song: "? ”

He turned his face away and snorted coldly.

"You're the only one who doesn't know how thick you are to treat me as a courier."

The relationship between the two seems to be a little more harmonious, but Jiang Yao knows that the two of them will not be able to return to the nature of being simple pao friends at the beginning.

They can't help but mix some other things into this relationship, and it has already changed its taste, and if it goes on, it will only get worse and worse.

And the consequences of this change are also something that Jiang Yao has not thought about and dare not imagine.

The end of the year is approaching.

After Jiang Yao was discharged from the hospital, he has been busy dealing with the finishing touches of various projects, trying to let himself have a safe and smooth year in the future.

At the end of the year, the group also held an annual meeting.

The organizing department organized a rich talent show.

Jiang Yao sat under the stage, looking at the fairies dancing on the stage, and suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, the huge mirror in the dance classroom in the midsummer afternoon.

The girl's soft one-line horse, and the skirt that spins and flutters.

Those memories seem to have passed a long, long time.

It's all sealed in the concrete of memory along with the past.

"Director Jiang, come!"

The leader raised his glass.

Jiang Yao immediately got up and clinked glasses lowly, "I wish Mr. Wang a safe and smooth new year, and all the best." Also, I hope that our entire Zhengduo Group will be prosperous and better and better! ”

"Good, good."

Mr. Wang even praised Jiang Miao's good performance this year, and she was really right when she was recruited!

Jiang Yao listened and continued to be modest, saying that he still needs to learn from the leaders.

Thousands of wears, but sycophants don't wear.

Mr. Wang was so happy when he heard this, he laughed so much that he couldn't open his eyes.

Liang Siqi is a woman who is very good at doing common kung fu, she has only worked for less than half an hour, and most of the circle has already been finished in turn, and finally she also touched a glass with Jiang Yao, "Director Jiang, I hope that by this time next year, you will still be in charge." ”

Jiang Yao smiled, "Then I hope I'm not." ”

"Director Jiang is so unconfident in himself?"

Jiang Yao shook his red wine glass, "Please call me Mr. Jiang when the time comes!" ”

Liang Siqi's face froze, and then he didn't understand, so he laughed twice, "I hope Director Jiang, you don't just pay lip service." ”

"Each other, each other."

To put it bluntly, the annual meeting was a large-scale congratulatory speech at the end of the year, and Jiang Yao felt that it was quite boring, but he still held on to the end.

Her stomach wasn't completely healed, so she didn't drink much at night.

The people in the company basically knew that she came out of the hospital, and they didn't dare to irrigate her. After all, Jiang Yao has just talked about Dai's big project, and the leaders above have a very good impression of her.

Song Zhixian's car was parked downstairs.

During this time, as long as the man is free, he will basically come to pick her up from work and go home.

Jiang Yao's refusal from the beginning to the back is also accustomed to it.

Think of yourself as an extra free driver.

"How much did you drink at night?" As soon as he got into the car, the man frowned.

"Didn't drink much." Jiang Yao is still a little self-aware of his body now, "Basically, white water is drunk as liquor." ”

A smile appeared in Song Zhixian's eyes, "You are still a little smart." ”

Jiang Yao snorted coldly.

"Mr. Song came all the way to pick me up, do you want to participate in your company's annual meeting?"

Song Zhixian also just came over from there, "It's not interesting, it's more interesting to see you." ”

He turned his head.

His eyes were burning and staring at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao turned a blind eye, "Master Song, let's drive." ”

The night is enchanting.

Song Zhixian held the steering wheel in his hand and drove steadily.

"Your company will have spring break tomorrow." He asked, as if casually.

"Hmm."

"Go home for the New Year this year?"

"Hmm."

It's not nonsense, I don't go home for the New Year, where to go for the New Year.

"Beihai City?"

"Hmm."

Song Zhixian asked something, Jiang Yao just said something, the words were so few that he was even more silent than before.

"Do you like me?"

"Hmm."

Before Jiang Yao could react, he had responded to something.

Song Zhixian had suddenly stopped the car.

The narrow eyes seem to carry countless stars.

He leaned in, his voice hoarse,

"Jiang Yao, you admit it. You like me. ”

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