Chapter 3877

The boxed lunch on the construction site has been reserved. Everyone has enough strength lunch. We should manage enough boxed lunch at noon anyway.

Qiao Jin picked up the lunch box and stuffed it into he Xiasheng's hand: "Mr. He, don't dislike it. This box is the best here."

He Xiasheng gathered gloomily at the bottom of his eyes, one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand restrained the impulse to overturn the lunch box.

"You're welcome. Didn't you come to me for dinner?" When Qiao Jin smiled sincerely, there was light shining in her eyes.

Although he Xiasheng doesn't have a strong habit of cleanliness, he is also a childe who grew up in rich families.

Such a box of lunch was in front of him. Qiao Jin wanted to see if he wanted to reach for it.

No, then don't always show up in front of her.

Qiao Jin seemed to have found a way to cure him. She was happy from her heart and looked at him with an eyebrow.

He Xiasheng didn't take the lunch box and found a seat where she had just sat down.

Qiao Jin was about to put the lunch box back. He said, "give it to me."

Qiao Jin was stunned.

It can't be true?

He doesn't really want to eat, does he?

"I said, give it to me."

He Xiasheng is out of tune with here. Sitting on the ground, he also has a sense of condescending.

Qiao Jin stuffed the lunch box to him, "here you are."

She doesn't believe he can eat.

The people nearby can see that Qiao Jin is from Party A and Party B. It's just a quarrel between the couple and came to the construction site willfully.

Everyone looked clear. Although it was hard to watch, they couldn't help looking this way.

He Xiasheng took the lunch box and frowned and tore open the disposable chopsticks.

There are burrs on the chopsticks. Although the food has no peculiar smell, it is difficult to eat.

Qiao Jin picked up her boxed lunch and ate it: "you're welcome, Mr. He."

She really didn't believe he would eat.

He Xiasheng picked up the lunch box, picked up the chopsticks, took the first bite, and his eyebrows were frowning and about to break.

"You're welcome. Eat more." Qiao Jin took the opportunity to pick the fat she didn't want to eat into he Xiasheng's lunch box.

He Xiasheng moved his chopsticks leisurely and stuffed food into his mouth with an elegant and fast movement.

Qiao Jin stopped her chopsticks. It was unbelievable. He Xiasheng really ate it?

She knew that he was always picky and could hardly eat bad food.

Once you are full, you will never eat another bite of delicious food.

Now, holding such a box of Qiaojin's lunch, which was difficult to eat, he ate it one mouthful at a time?

Qiao Jin saw that he almost ate up a box of lunch. The corners of his lips twitched. He Xiasheng really ate it. There was almost no waste.

"I'm full. I'll be busy first." Qiao Jin put down her lunch box and ran out with her workmates who had finished eating.

He Xiasheng raised his eyes and glanced at her direction. Only then did he put down the lunch box.

Wechat was put into the mobile phone.

He Xiasheng took a look.

Han Dong: Mr. He, the manager of the hotel called to inquire. The dishes are ready. When can you go there.

He: No, let them eat by themselves.

Han Dong received the instruction and hurriedly replied to the hotel manager.

I just feel strange. I heard that President he left after eating only half yesterday. Today is not even over.

What kind of guest is this? It's so difficult to invite?