Secretly, Secretly; But Unable to Hide It

1.

The childish summer vacation has nothing to do and lives extremely leisurely. Sometimes I am asked by friends to go out and play, and most of the rest of the time is to stay at home and draw pictures.

Occasionally I met Duan Xuhui.

Not quite like her, Duan Xiaoxue was busy with her work. She worked overtime every day until eleven and two o'clock. The rest time was squeezed out like a toothpaste. Except for occasional single breaks, there is almost no time every day.

In normal times, Sang Zhi can only find him by the time of lunch. But compared to when she was in Yihe, the two were better off.

Knowing that entrepreneurship is tiring, and Duan Xuan is also taking the time to accompany her as much as possible.

That's it for a week.

Sang Zhi started to find something to do on the original thing.

Because of a video posted online, Sang Zhi is inexplicably interested in cooking. There are so many ingredients in the house, and she doesn't have to go out to buy, and she is interested, and she gets up and runs to the kitchen.

Facing the video, Sang Zhi followed the steps above and completed it step by step. She feels that every step of her operation is exceptionally perfect, except when she goes to the pan and prepares to stir fry.

There is a great principle for Sangzhi to do things. It doesn't matter if you do something shameful, as long as you don't hurt your own skin.

On weekdays, she is the only one in the family.

So no one knows how the child is tossing.

She thought for a while, washed her hands and returned to the room. Sangzhi turned over a long coat that reached her ankle, put it on her body, and wrapped her neck with a scarf.

After thinking about it, Sang Zhi put on gloves, a mask, and a pair of glasses without a degree. She took out the eye mask from the drawer and covered her forehead.

As soon as I arrived at the restaurant, there was a movement at the entrance.

Sang Zhi's heart throbbed, and when she lifted her eyes, she met Sang Yan's gaze as if she had mental retardation. She was a little embarrassed and stood still stiffly: "Brother, why are you back?"

"Take something." Sang Yan glanced up and down at her, inexplicable, "Do you plan to go out like this?"

Sangzhi honestly said, "I plan to fry an egg."

Sang Yan: "..."

Silence for a few seconds.

Sang Yan suddenly took out her cell phone and took a picture of her.

Sang Zhi said: "What are you doing?"

Sang Yan said naturally: "Send a circle of friends."

Sang Zhi widened his eyes and walked over to grab his mobile phone: "Are you so bored!"

Sang Yan raised his hand, tilted his head, and quickly operated his finger on the screen. Holding her childish head in her other hand, she pushed her away.

After the transmission was successful, Sang Yan turned off the screen: "OK, you fry your eggs."

"..." Sang Zhi stared straight at him, resisting the urge to kill him. She pressed her temper, pulled out her cell phone from her pocket, and glanced at her circle of friends.

No new content.

She looked up suspiciously: "Have you blocked me?"

Sang Yan walked to the room, and when he heard this, he paced, and said lazily, "I'm wrong."

Mulberry: "?"

"It was issued to Duan Compliment."

"..."

Sang Zhi pursed her lips, opened a chat window with Duan Xu and glanced. He was probably still busy. He didn't look for WeChat and he didn't look for her.

Anyway, it wasn't that he hadn't humiliated in front of these two people, and Sanzhi simply ignored it. But she didn't feel happy, she turned it from the mobile photo album for a long time, and found Zhang Sangyan's ugly photo and sent it to Wen Yifan.

Sang Zhi went into the kitchen again.

She opened the fire, and after the oil was hot, poured the stirred egg liquid into it, and heard a crackling sound, but the oil did not explode as she expected.

Sang Yan went into the kitchen at this time and took the spatula in her hand: "Get out."

"..." Sangzhi wasn't happy, "I want to make it myself."

"I'm afraid the kitchen will explode."

Sang Zhi stood beside, staring into the pot and muttering, "You're too exaggerated, I think I'm fine."

"Do you usually do it yourself?" Sang Yan said casually, "are you doing self-harm?"

"..." Sangzhi swallowed, "I usually do n’t make it myself, but I call it takeaway. I want to make a bento today. If it's delicious, I'll give it to Brother Xu for lunch."

"Oh." Sang Yan knew, "you want to change a boyfriend."

"..."

This time, Sanzhi couldn't bear it: "The things I make are not so unpalatable."

Sang Yan just scrambled the eggs and served them in a nearby bowl. He lowered his eyes, and his tone was particularly embarrassing: "Human sections approve of being good to you, there is no need to be so harmful."

Sangzhi was too lazy to ignore him.

When she saw the vegetables and meat she had set aside, Sang extended her hand, raised her chin, and simply fry her: "Bring it here."

Sang Zhi moved her lips, wanted to say something, and finally gave him the plate with compromise.

Taking advantage of this time, Sang Zhi returned to the room and changed clothes. Afterwards, she returned to the kitchen, took out two lunch boxes, filled them with food, and put the plates carefully into two lunch boxes.

Sang Yan washed his hands. "I'm gone."

Sangzhi: "Brother, did you drive here?"

"Ok."

"Then send me to my boyfriend by the way."

"..."

Sangzhi covered the lunch box and packed it in a bag, with a strange expression: "I also plan to slowly make him a loving bento, and half of it is made by you, what is it?"

Sang Yan frowned.

"It's really weird to say it out," Sangzhi muttered. "With my brother, I made a loving bento for my boyfriend."

"..." Sang Yan said blankly. "Take a taxi yourself."

Sang Zhi told Duan Xu on WeChat that she wanted to come over. She had never been to his studio before, only to pass by this area when she came to him.

When walking to the office building, Sang Zhi happened to see Duan Xuan's figure.

Duan Jiaxu came over and helped her carry the bag, and incidentally said, "Do you make it yourself?"

Sang Zhi directly ignored Sang Yan's credit and nodded: "Um."

Duan Jiaxu laughed and said, "Did you do that?"

Sangzhi frowned: "Do you want to laugh at me, too?"

"No." Duan Jiaxu grabbed her and raised her eyebrows. "It's cute, and I'll wear it like this when I'm cooking. As long as it doesn't hurt."

Sang Zhi took the initiative: "I should do it for you tomorrow."

Duan Jiaxu smiled again: "Yes."

After a while, he asked, "Why do you suddenly want to cook?"

"Nothing to do," Sang Chi said, "I feel like cooking is quite interesting."

The two took the elevator up the stairs and entered the studio.

There is not much space. There are more than a dozen people inside, and they are all eating takeaway at this time. Hearing the movement, a group of people who were chatting turned their heads together and looked this way.

Duan Jiaxu introduced faintly: "My girlfriend, you can just call your sister-in-law."

As soon as the words came down, a neat and loud voice came out immediately: "Good bitch!"

Mulberry: "..."

She felt a little embarrassed, and greeted them calmly in a pretense, looking back, and was dragged to his desk by Duan Xu: "You sit here."

Later, Duan Xia pulled the chair next to her and sat up. He opened the lunch box and said with interest: "Can you cook any more?"

Sang Zhi explained: "Look at the online strategy."

Duan Jiaxu seemed to be in a good mood, but he still commanded: "Be careful, don't do it if you are not sure. I can take food."

"No," said Sang Zhi, "quite fun."

The next few days, Sang Zhi tossed one morning every day, and made two lunches. Although the taste is slightly worse than those fried by Sang Yan, it is acceptable.

Sang Zhi often came to Duan Xu's studio and naturally chatted with his colleagues. I also know that they all know that there is such a figure in her that they have never seen a real person.

This interest lasted for less than a week, and Sanzhi began to find it extremely boring to cook, unable to get up. Waking up that day, she lay in the crib for a while, and told Duan Jiaxue in advance that today should not pass.

Thinking of going back tomorrow, I hugged the tablet and lay in bed for a day.

The same happened the next day.

Tomorrow and tomorrow, Sang Zhi never entered the kitchen again.

After Sang Zhi came to lunch at noon, Duan Jiaxu lived with his colleague every day. He didn't mind it too much, and he worried that she would be injured in the old kitchen.

But somehow.

None of his colleagues think so.

At noon, Duan Xu heard them chatting in the tea room.

"In fact, I always thought that the boss had a girlfriend who was bragging, just an excuse for not wanting to fall in love."

"Yes, yes, I thought, because I have never seen him bring it out."

"No, in his free time, he either calls or looks at his cell phone, and when he sees it, he has someone."

"A girlfriend at a glance! I heard him talk on the phone last time, you dare to believe that such a terrible man is actually coquettish." The boy began to imitate his tone very greasily. what?"

Duan Jiaxu's eyelids moved.

"And don't you think the boss is a bit scary these days?"

"A bit."

"Right? I also think that even after the sister-in-law didn't come, I felt that although he was laughing, there was a feeling of hiding a knife in his laughter."

"Is the gangster dumped? Otherwise, why is the sister-in-law absent?"

"I think it's possible. I've heard it. The sister-in-law seems to be a bit abandoning the boss and thinks he's old. I only heard it secretly. The boss actually was 80 years old.

"I fuck."

"I fuck."

"36 years old?"

"The boss is in good condition. Xunzi looks like he is still in college. He is a bit older. I think he really likes Xunzi. Except for work, he is looking for Xunzi. It feels a bit sticky."

"Forget it."

"Yeah, the boss probably didn't want others to know, to stand in front of us."

"Okay, we all don't know."

Duan Jiaxu: "..."

He ripped the corner of his mouth, didn't enter the pantry, turned his head back to his position, and called Sangzhi.

Sang Zhi quickly picked up: "Hey."

Duan Jiaxu casually said, "What are you doing?"

Sang Zhi: "Draw a picture."

"Free tomorrow?"

"Yes."

Duan Jiaxu was silent for a few seconds, seemingly inadvertently: "Come and give me a meal."