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Liu Liu saw that he didn't speak, just looked at her straight, could not help holding the incubator to go in.

When I saw him in the morning, he was very formal. But now, I don't know where the tie is. Two buttons of his shirt have been torn open. His sleeves are high and his hair is slightly disordered.

You can guess by moving your toes, and after she left, he vented again.

She came in. He didn't get angry with her as before, nor did he shout her to roll away. Only his thin lips were pursed and stretched into a straight line without temperature. Her eyes were so deep that she could not distinguish his real emotion.

Although she looked in a bad mood, at least she didn't lose her temper again. Liu Liu thought it was the best result.

In fact, there is an independent dining room in the office, but Sheng Youting sits on the chair and doesn't mean to move his feet. Liu Liu, as before, directly puts the incubator on the huge desk.

Spread out the English newspaper, open the thermos box, take out all the food inside, put it in front of him, and then ask the chopsticks to pass him, with bent eyebrows and eyes, "here, eat it."

The food was fragrant and floating in the air.

That unique smell, along the respiratory system, bit by bit into his heart.

In an instant, the feeling in his heart became very delicate, as if dyed with incredible warmth.

He felt that he liked this feeling, and seemed to hate it. It was contradictory.

She sat down in a chair at her desk, tilted her head slightly and asked him, "don't you want to eat?"

Sheng You Ting doesn't pick up chopsticks and stares at her without saying a word. Her blue eyes are like the sea under the starry sky. It's calm and deep, but it's rough.

"How much to eat, do not eat lunch, the mood will be very bad, temper will also change very irascible, in this way, there is no way to work well."

"You want to tell me that I have a bad temper?"

Since she came in to the present, he finally opened his mouth and said the first sentence, with a little coolness in his tone, looking at his eyes, cold.

Her curved eyes, and the smile on the side of the lip dyed together, "no, I'm just afraid you're hungry."

Again.

She has said it the second time.

Obviously, he lied and pretended to be a liar. He almost believed it himself.

With a sneer, he snatched the chopsticks from her hand and began to eat lunch with a little concentration.

Sure enough, although he hated her people, there was no denying that he liked what she made.

To be precise, his stomach likes it, though he doesn't want to admit it.

"Is it delicious?"

He was too lazy to answer her, even though his stomach was very hungry, even though she made something very much to his appetite, he ate slowly.

In her ear, her soft voice continued, "in fact, I was just afraid that you would not eat, or that you would upset something like before. If it was really knocked over, I would have to do it again."

Her voice is very good, good to hear him inexplicably some irritable, the tone of course is not much better, "what do you do again, tell you to go away, don't rush to look for scolding!"

"But I'm afraid you're hungry."

The movement in the hand is sluggish, he raises eyes slightly, look at her.

She also looked at him, eyes curved, with a particularly comfortable arc.

"Shut up! Don't talk. I'm tired of hearing your voice! "

"Ah, is it?"

"Turn around and don't let me see you. I can't eat!"

"Well, listen to you. Who makes you my boss now?"

As soon as the voice dropped, he saw her gently exerting force, then turned the chair around, turned her back to him, and then turned around and laughed at him, "is that ok?"

"He frowned fiercely

She was really obedient face also turned over, "so the head of the bar."

She raised her head slightly, as if she were looking at the ceiling, and her neck was like a swan, with a graceful curve.

He forced himself not to open his eyes, but subconsciously held the chopsticks tightly, almost breaking the chopsticks with great strength.

Liu Liu's back to him, can not see his expression, only heard his throat rolling out of a very disdainful cold hum, in the afternoon silent air, especially clear.

But Liu Liu didn't care. She kept a smile on her face all the time. She swayed her legs leisurely. Her sight was inadvertently sweeping the mess on the ground.

She was stunned. When she just came in, her mind was on him. She didn't notice the ground. Even a document seemed to have been trampled by her.

When did she become so careless?

She got down from the swivel chair, squatted down to pick up the file column that had been thrown open, and patiently reassembled it and put it on the table.He looked up at her with an unfriendly look.

She smiles at him. "I'll clean it up for you. If you don't want to see my face, you just ignore it."

"Hum!"

He hummed coldly and went on eating.

She picked up the scattered documents, sorted them according to their names and put them into the file column.

Then there are notebooks, pen holders, decorations, lighters, cigarettes, etc.

She keeps them all the same.

Finally, she picked up the tie on the ground and hung it between her fingers. Her eyes fell on the empty position of his neck. She asked with a smile, "do you want me to tie your tie?"

He didn't even think about it. He said, "no need."

She reminded him with a smile, "I remember you have a meeting at two o'clock. Is Sheng going to go in such a untidy way?"

He put the chopsticks in his hands, tightly pursed a cold glance at her, and finally his eyes fell on the tie between her fingers, frowning slightly, "dirty."

Oh, I almost forget that Sheng Youting has a habit of cleanliness.

He dropped the tie on the ground, so he won't use it again.

"You should have a spare one?"

"Get it yourself in the lounge."

"Well, I'll go."

Sheng Youting's lounge door is open beside the bookcase.

He said it was a rest room. When he opened the door, he found that the big one was no different from the master bedroom in his home. Besides beds, sofas, televisions and other daily necessities, he also had everything.

Including the cloakroom.

She went into the cloakroom, picked out a tie through the glass window, pulled out the cupboard, and walked out of the lounge.

Sheng Youting has finished eating and packing up.

The office was restored to its former cleanliness.

Liu Liu picked up his tie and asked Sheng You Ting, "how about this one?"

He looked at the black striped tie, and his blue eyes narrowed for a time.

He had a good eye for his favorite one.