I think you mean it

Cheng Xing diced the remaining celery and carrot, mixed it briefly with some seasoning, and put it in front of Yuechen.

"It's delicious." When Cheng Xing sat down, Yue Chen repeated it again.

"Then eat more, porridge is easier to digest and won't burden the stomach..." Cheng Xing took Yue Chen's empty bowl to help him fill some porridge, but when he lowered his head, he saw Yue Chen Chen Guang's feet, "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

"Yeah." Yue Chen buried himself in the porridge.

"Uh, what, where are the shoes?" Cheng Xing got up and went to the shoe cabinet to fetch slippers for Yue Chen.

"Just one pair, what are you wearing?"

"...No, doesn't your family have spare slippers for guests?" Cheng Xing stood beside the shoe cabinet with his hips crossed, and it was really just a pair of slippers on his feet.

"No one came to my house." Yue Chen said it as a matter of course, and didn't care about Cheng Xing who rolled his eyes to the sky.

"Put it on." Cheng Xing put the slippers on his feet by Yue Chen's feet.

"No, you can wear it." Yue Chen kicked the slippers in front of Cheng Xing, "It's not cold."

Cheng Xing took a deep breath, and felt that the word "health preservation" probably didn't exist in this person's dictionary.

Wait for your retribution, Cheng Xing thought as he squatted down to Yuechen's feet and grabbed his ankles and stuffed them into slippers.

When Yue Chen was grabbed by his ankle, he subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but he held back.After all, physical contact is rare and should be cherished.

Cheng Xing clicked twice in his heart, his feet were frozen like this, and he said it wasn't cold, "It's October now, not August, you should order some."

Yuechen squeezed the handle of the spoon, tried hard to keep his breathing steady, and let out a muffled hum.

Cheng Xing glanced at the time and put on his shoes again, "I'll mop the floor for you at night, go to rest after eating, and clean up the mess when I deliver dinner."

"You're leaving? You haven't eaten much yet." Yuechen once again felt a very obvious change in his mood. This is not good, not good.

Cheng Xing raised his chin and signaled Yuechen to look at the wall clock on the wall. It was almost time to go to work, "Boss, I didn't take your sick leave. I didn't feel hungry after eating a lot in the morning. If you have something to tell me, I'll go right away." I'm working for you."

Yuechen didn't flirt with him, but only warned, "Drive carefully."

Cheng Xing walked to the door and answered, took his coat and hat and went out.

After Cheng Xing's careful care for a day, Yuechen looked much better when he went to work the next day, the slight frailty that was revealed due to illness had disappeared, replaced by the strong aura belonging to Yue Zong.

This also caused Cheng Xing to return to the status of a respectful little assistant, not daring to shout and shout at the serious Mr. Yue.Even the meals were ordered after the approval of the president.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and didn't mention yesterday's "intimate" contact.

Cheng Xing felt that blatantly caring about his boss in the company always felt like he was plotting against him, especially the gossip he heard that day left a deep feeling in Cheng Xing's heart...in fact, it's not particularly deep. shadows.

Alas, unspoken rules or something, I don't know if Mr. Yue is good at it.

As a leader, Yue Chen would not be reduced to asking his subordinates to care about him, although he wished he could call Cheng Xing in immediately with an internal line and ask him to make porridge... or something else.

The two spent several days in this way with their own ghosts.

On Friday, Cheng Xing took advantage of his "position" to leave early and ran to the hospital.

People from Qingcheng will come to the company to discuss cooperation next week, Cheng Xing, as the general assistant, will definitely go to the meeting with Yuechen, for some reason, Cheng Xing feels that it is time to show his handsome head.

It has been nearly half a month since the stitches were removed, and Cheng Xing rushed to the hospital excitedly to let the doctor see the healing of the wound, after all, he missed his handsome head very much.

Unexpectedly, when he came out of the hospital, he saw Yuechen's car parked by the side of the road. Because he was going to the hospital, Cheng Xing gave the car keys to Yuechen, and begged the president to drive back in person because he was a little tired. Why did he come here?

"Mr. Yue?" Cheng Xing walked to the car and confirmed that the license plate number was correct before knocking on the window.

"Finished the inspection?" Yuechen pressed down on the car window, took off his sunglasses and casually put them aside, seeing Cheng Xing's surprised expression, held back his smile, "Get in the car first."

"Why are you here?" Cheng Xing sat in the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt, still feeling very strange.

"Go to Ai Ling's to help him try the dishes. After passing the hospital, I thought you were here and wanted to take you with me." Yue Chen started the car and drove towards Ai Ling's shop.

There were a hundred question marks in Cheng Xing's mind, "Then why didn't you make a call? If you miss it, wouldn't you just wait for nothing?"

"I plan to just wait for 10 minutes, and I'll take you there if I can, and forget it if I don't."

Obviously I was afraid of missing out, so I came here early in the morning, okay...

"Then I still have to rely on luck." It was a rare time for Cheng Xing not to drive by himself, so he felt a little bored and had to rest his chin to look at the scenery.

Yue Chen glanced at him, "Without me, no matter how good your luck is, you won't be able to catch up."

Cheng Xing laughed when he heard that, "Thanks to you."

"How's the injury, are you alright?" Yue Chen smiled and didn't talk to him.

"It's almost there, just wait for the hair to grow."

After saying that, Cheng Xing thought of something again, "Mr. Yue..."

"Huh?" Yuechen looked at the rearview mirror, ready to change lanes, "What's wrong?"

"Hmm... now it's off-duty time, so we're not considered subordinates?" Cheng Xing turned sideways, looked at Yue Chen's perfect profile like a sculpture of David, and hesitated Open your mouth.

Yuechen restrained the corners of his mouth that were about to raise slightly, "You are my subordinate as long as you are in my company."

"Ah, aren't we friends?"

The disappointment in Cheng Xing's tone clearly reached Yuechen's ears, like a mimosa suddenly closed its leaves, which made him regret what he just said for a moment, so Mr. Yue hurried to make amends, "We are only friends on weekends." , Occasionally work overtime on weekdays, I will not ask my friends to help me work overtime."

Cheng Xing immediately regained his energy when he heard that, "Then today is Friday, which is rounded up to the weekend, and rounded up, we are friends now."

Yue Chen smiled and didn't bother with him, "Is there anything you can ask me?"

"President Yue is wise," Cheng Xing said with a smile, "My mother's [-]th birthday, and I want to ask for two days off next month."

"The people from Qingcheng will come over soon, you know." Yue Chen drove the car into the underground parking lot, the lights of the parking lot outlined lines of light and dark on his face.

"The people from Qingcheng came here at the beginning of the month. If things go well, we may have to go to their base to inspect it. It can be completed in the middle of the month at the earliest. I also received an invitation letter for this year's Jian'an Youth Entrepreneur Summit yesterday. The meeting date is on the 20th. , the location is in Jian'an International Convention and Exhibition Center, and I can go home on the 22nd in two days, and it happens that my mother's birthday is on the 23rd, and it happens that my small home is in Jian'an."

Cheng Xing finished talking about the public and private arrangements for the next month in one breath, smiling like a beckoning cat, and looking at the boss obsequiously.

At this time, Yuechen also stopped the car.

Yuechen got out of the car, opened the back seat, grabbed his coat, and walked towards the elevator.

Cheng Xing was stunned for a while, then immediately jumped out of the car and chased after him.

The corner of Yue Chen's mouth curled up, and he locked the car with his hand back.

"Can you do it, boss?" Cheng Xing followed Yuechen, almost grabbing Yuechen's sleeve and shaking it.

Yue Chen just laughed.

"Morning?"

"Mr. Yue?"

"President Yue?" Cheng Xing thought to himself, why is this man pretending to be deaf, probably on purpose.

"My lord president! Is it okay?"

"...Yes." Yue Chen said.

Just now he was pretending to be deaf and dumb, but now he's suddenly able to, Cheng Xing doesn't know which sentence he said hit the G point of President Yue... Forget it, who cares.

"Mr. Yue, you are really my good friend." Cheng Xing patted Yuechen on the shoulder in great relief, and pushed open the door of Ai Ling's Japanese food shop before him.