Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Seeing Shen Wanci's movements stop, Fang Mowei asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

She didn't answer, but moved closer and sniffed quietly, but she could only smell a certain classic cologne.

Shen Wanci rubbed her nose. She probably smelled it wrong, and she couldn't remember exactly where she smelled that fragrance, so she didn't take it to heart.

She took the cup and made an excuse: "It's nothing. Maybe I didn't have breakfast this morning. I have low blood sugar. I fainted just now."

While she was talking, she took out a candy from the drawer, peeled off the candy wrapper and was about to put it into her mouth, but she saw Fang Mowei staring at her eagerly. Strictly speaking, he was staring at the candy in her hand.

Shen Wanci: "..."

She didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but he looked so salivating that she couldn't turn a blind eye: "You want to eat candy?"

She felt that she had misunderstood. Generally, men didn't like sweets. Even if they liked them, they would certainly not be short of them. They wouldn't be like a child, thinking about what others have.

"Yeah." Fang Mowei nodded hurriedly.

This candy was given by a former colleague. There was only one candy. Shen Wanci looked at Fang Mowei, then lowered her eyes at the candy that was almost touching her lips. Under the man's eager eyes, she stuffed it in without hesitation. He said to himself: "I'll give you half an hour's leave, go buy it."

With his status, he probably came to the museum just to brush up on his resume. Shen Wanci never thought about what she would actually instruct him to do, so she agreed very simply. She even hoped that he would never hang around in front of her. She was really not used to working. There was someone beside me.

Fang Mowei stared at Shen Wanci's slightly bulging cheek, as if he was amused, chuckled meaningfully, and turned to buy candy.

Twenty minutes later, the man came back and brought Shen Wanci a breakfast: "I don't know what you like to eat, so I just bought some."

"No, thank you. You can keep it for yourself. I don't have the habit of eating breakfast in the morning."

She was talking nonsense, she just didn't want to accept favors from someone she didn't know well, and Bo Jingzhou would not allow her to go out without breakfast.

Fang Mowei: "I ate it this morning and brought it to you on a special trip. Just take two bites less. An empty stomach will hurt your stomach."

Afraid that Shen Wanci would continue to refuse, after saying this, he left directly.

Shen Wanci didn't touch the breakfast, and it was eaten by others.

After a hard day's work, Shen Wanci received a message from Bo Jingzhou when he was about to get off work. It was a message: "Come here for dinner tonight. There is a newly opened restaurant that tastes pretty good."

When Bo Jingzhou sent a message to Shen Wanci, he was already sitting in the restaurant, but he didn't order anything.

This is a comprehensive restaurant that integrates drinks, afternoon tea, and meals. He made an appointment to socialize here, and it was over. Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, he planned to ask Wanwan to come over for dinner.

It's not too far from the museum. After eating, we just went back together.

The people from the other company had already left. Bo Jingzhou rubbed his temples to relieve his headache and closed his eyes to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a soft body hugged him: "Brother."

The voice was milky and milky, with a cry in it.

Bo Jingzhou opened his eyes and looked at the person hugging him. She was a little girl of five or six years old. She looked well-behaved and was wearing ordinary, even simple clothes.

"I accompanied my sister to work and she got lost. Brother, can I borrow your mobile phone to call my sister?"

Looking at the red-eyed little girl in front of him who wanted to cry but didn't dare, Bo Jingzhou's thoughts were a little distracted, imagining what his and Wan Ci's future daughter would look like.

His tone became gentle involuntarily: "Can you dial the number yourself?"

The little girl nodded seriously: "Yes, my sister taught me."

Bo Jingzhou unlocked the phone and handed it to her.

Watching the little girl clumsily pressing the numbers, he called the waiter and ordered a strawberry cake for her.

Bo Jingzhou had a headache and didn't look at the number she was playing. When he looked over, the call was already connected. The little girl put the phone to her ear: "Sister, I'm in a restaurant and I'm looking for my brother's phone to borrow."

"I don't know the name."

Two seconds later, the little girl handed the phone to Bo Jingzhou: "Brother, my sister, please answer the phone."

Probably asking for the address, Bo Jingzhou took it and glanced at the screen out of habit, but was slightly stunned when he saw the name displayed on it: Provincial Hospital Nurse.

What a coincidence that this little girl's sister is actually Xie Chuyi.

"Miss Xie," he reported the restaurant's name and booth number.

Hearing Bo Jingzhou's voice, Xie Chuyi was stunned, and after a long while he said as if waking up from a dream, "Mr. Bo, please help me take care of my sister. I'll be right over."

Afraid of delaying his business, he hurriedly said: "Five minutes at most, please."

After hanging up the phone, the strawberry cake also arrived. The little girl looked at it with bright eyes and licked her lips greedily, but did not ask for it.

She put her hands on her knees and sat upright.

Bo Jingzhou: "Eat, it's specially ordered for you."

The little girl shook her head and said solemnly: "Thank you, brother, but sister said you can't eat other people's food."

This was a good habit. Bo Jingzhou didn't force it anymore and asked the waiter to pack the cake, preparing to give it to Xie Chuyi when she arrived later.

Bo Jingzhou: "Why don't you follow your good sister?"

The little girl spread her palms, revealing the crumpled ten dollars that had been held all the way: "I wanted to buy balloons, but the balloon uncle left. I followed behind and kept chasing, but then I couldn't find my sister."

Although what she said was stuttering, Bo Jingzhou still understood. He leaned over and looked into the little girl's eyes: "There are so many people in the restaurant, why did you choose to borrow your phone from me?"

It was such a coincidence that he had to wonder.

His temperament is not gentle, and his appearance is not approachable. Even because he has been in a high position all year round and is used to giving orders, he gives people a strong sense of oppression, making him appear extremely distant and indifferent.

Let alone children, even adults will subconsciously stay away from it.

The little girl didn't understand his temptation, so she responded obediently: "Everyone else is talking, so they don't have time to pay attention to me. Only my brother is alone."

The child's eyes were clear and bright, and Bo Jingzhou rarely felt a trace of shame for his behavior.

How could he use the dirty psychology of an adult to suspect an innocent and kind child.

"Brother, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Bo Jingzhou had a headache, but there was no need to tell a child such a thing: "No, brother is not feeling uncomfortable."

"Brother, you're lying. You've been pressing here all the time." She pointed at it before she knew it was her temple. "Every time my dad presses here, he says he has a headache, and then he gets angry and takes it. He beat me with a stick and also beat my sister.”