President, madam calls you for divorce

The topic seemed to change a bit quickly, and An Yuanyuan froze for a moment.

Her brain hadn't reacted yet, she was just chatting casually, how come she wants to make soup.

An Yuanyuan, who didn't turn the corner at all, subconsciously began to refuse.

How can a beautiful beginning end sloppily?

Fan Chen blinked, and continued to persuade with his three-inch tongue.

He not only stated Wen Feixing's kindness to An Yuanyao there, but also said how miserable Wen Feixing was in the past few years, how sad Wen Feixing was without An Yuanyao, and how he missed An Yuanyao.

When it comes to emotion, it's almost tearful.

Originally, I had a good impression of Fan Chen, but what he said moved Aunt Wang even more. Aunt Wang didn't care too much, and stood aside and spoke for Fan Chen

Persuaded by these two people together, An Yuanyuan agreed to the matter in a daze.

Fan Chen was overjoyed, and without wasting time, he said that he was helping An Yuanyao, and stuffed her into the kitchen at the same time.

Until this moment, An Yuanyuan was holding a knife in her hand and was about to divide the ingredients into pieces, her brain was still confused, and the fragrance had already been boiled after two hours.

An Yuanyuan looked at the ready-made soup and felt a little headache, so he filled a bowl and handed it to Fan Chen.

Fan Chen didn't dare to drink anyway, but looking at An Yuanyuan's eyes, he took a sip anyway, and drank the whole bowl after tasting it, praising it again and again.

When he was talking, An Yuanyuan had already handed over the full chicken soup to Fan Chen, "Then hurry up and give it to Mr. Wen, you should go back to work."

"Madam, it's already time to get off work. Why do you like to make people work overtime like Mr. Wen?"

"Then you're not leaving yet?"

"But this soup..."

"It would be nice if you delivered this soup by the way."

Fan Chen held the soup tightly, then smirked, "Okay, I will definitely convey your feelings for Mr. Wen clearly."

An Yuanyuan looked at Fan Chen, not knowing what he could say with his mouth, and now he frowned, and wanted to take the soup back.

Fan Chen's eyes were quick and his hands were holding the soup tightly, and he kept praising the delicious soup made by An Yuanyuan, almost boasting her. He also said that Wen Feixing must be in a good mood after drinking this soup. What's the matter? can agree.

An Yuanyuan's head ached when she heard this, but she was really worried that Fan Chen would say anything with his mouth. Now she took a look at Aunt Wang and asked her to pick up the child, and then she followed Fan Chen out.

Soon the two arrived at Wen's downstairs.

Ever since they entered Wen's gate, everyone looked at them respectfully.

With a smile on his face, Fan Chen boasted beside An Yuanyao that it was because of Wen Feixing's order that everyone respected An Yuanyao so much.

An Yuanyu was noncommittal about this, but Fan Chen felt that everyone's vanity would be greatly satisfied by being paid such attention, and he was still boasting vigorously for Wen Feixing.

"Madam, don't believe it. Mr. Wen never told you that there is an elevator dedicated to the president in front, and Mr. Wen said that only you can use it except him."

Fan Chen said with a smile, and walked forward with An Yuanyuan.

However, what he said was indeed a little exaggerated, but it was not much worse. After all, this elevator is not accessible to ordinary people. It is not wrong to let An Yuanyuan remember more Wen Feixing.

Fan Chen was proud of himself, but from a distance, he saw a tall figure in a red dress entering the president's special elevator.

This scene seemed to stop time.

With a slap, Fan Chen only felt that the face hurt a little.

An Yuanyao looked at Fan Chen and smiled vaguely.

This smile made Fan Chen's heart tremble, he never thought that Lu Xiaoxiao would come over at this time, and even took the elevator dedicated to Wen Feixing in such a slap in the face

Without thinking too much, Fan Chen's first reaction was to take out his phone and send Wen Feixing a message, but when he unlocked it and looked up, he saw An Yuanyuan's dark eyes.

Fan Chen sweated profusely and swallowed a few mouthfuls of spit, then silently put the phone back.

"Madam, don't get me wrong, there must be some misunderstanding here."

An Yuanyuan laughed, "Really? Then let's go upstairs and take a good look. What kind of misunderstanding is this?"

Standing downstairs and watching the elevator numbers keep going up and down, Fan Chen only felt that the shirt on his back was already wet.

He shouldn't have pulled any thread to build any bridge today, and brought An Yuanyao here.

Now he shot himself in the foot with a stone, he felt that the chicken soup in his hand weighed a thousand catties, and wanted to persuade An Yuanyuan to go back, but how could he say that?

Fan Chen, who vowed to die not to follow in the footsteps of his predecessors, was heartbroken.

Today is his last day to work, so let's not struggle, forget it, accept fate, don't think too much, Fan Chen also relaxes a bit.

Sitting in the elevator, the two soon arrived upstairs, looked at An Yuanyuan and smiled faintly, "It's just that no one cares, and there's no food yet?"

Fan Chen felt that countless big hands in the air were slapping his face violently, but he couldn't say anything, he could only laugh there.

"Who did you say was the person who just entered?"

Fan Chen laughed dryly again, do you still need to guess?It's Lu Xiaoxiao.

He recognized it immediately, but he couldn't say it.

"You said that if we go in like this, there will be some delays."

Fan Chen laughed dryly twice, the expression on his face couldn't hold back anymore, just die, he lowered his head and reluctantly said no.

But he felt that he didn't believe it, so An Yuanyuan smiled faintly, only Fan Chen knew how much sarcasm was in his eyes.

Insisting on walking to the door of the office, An Yuanyuan tentatively turned the doorknob, but unexpectedly, with just a light touch, the door opened.

Well, this office is huge, with black and white tones, and elegant decoration.

Wen Feixing was sitting at the table, drinking soup with a soup bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, smiling all over his face.

Lu Xiaoxiao was wearing a red dress and sitting next to him, holding a steamed bun that had just come out of the cage in her slender hand. It was white and soft, and looked delicious.

The key point is that the steamed stuffed bun had already reached Wen Feixing's mouth, and the sudden noise made the two of them pause.

The two of them followed the sound and saw An Yuanyuan standing at the door with his arms around his shoulders with a half-smile.

"It seems that I really bothered you."

An Yuanyuan smiled dryly, turned sideways and glanced at Fan Chen, "Assistant Fan is very serious about his work, but this matter is a miscalculation, you know who to turn to next time, right?"

Saying that, An Yuanyuan walked out with big strides, and bumped into Fan Chen when passing by him.

Fan Chen was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground, but now he was hit by this, and a box of chicken soup fell to the ground with a shaking hand.

The box exploded with a bang, and the chicken soup spilled all over the floor.

A lot of the chicken soup splashed onto An Yuanyuan's skirt and calves.

The soup was very hot, but An Yuanyuan didn't seem to feel anything, and left in a gust of wind.

Wen Feixing dropped the chicken soup and immediately got up to chase, but was caught by Lu Xiaoxiao.