Why does the boss always want to talk to me about life?

Fang Jingshu's cooking skills are so-so, not very good, and at most she can barely make ends meet. She has developed this skill in the past two or three years. When she first started eating it, she also found it unpalatable, but she got used to it. , seems to be able to import.

A table full of dishes, bright colors, sweet and bitter, looks very delicious.

Ye Hanxi took her seat, as if she was used to being served by others.

Fang Jingshu remembered Zhao Xiaohua's reminder, and she had a good sense of Ye Hanxi. Seeing her staring at the dishes on the table, she couldn't help but feel that the little boss who was usually taciturn was also very cute. The expression of the ball is still somewhat similar, like... a big snowball.

"Hanxi, I don't know what you like to eat, so I just cooked a little of each."

"it is good."

Ye Hanxi obviously doesn't believe that she doesn't know what she likes to eat, otherwise there would not be three kinds of fish on the table, fish soup, braised crucian carp, and fried small yellow croaker. These three kinds of fish have already attracted her attention. , she reminded, "Snowball."

Fang Jingshu went into the room to look after finishing the dishes. The little guy fell asleep, probably because she was too late last night and lacked sleep, "I left some food for her, let's eat first."

Ye Hanxi's eyes lit up, a small kilowatt light bulb was missing, if there were red candles, wine, and steak, it would look like a candlelight dinner for two.

"Give."

"Ah."

The two adhered to the ancient dogma of not talking when eating or sleeping, and eating a meal was called silence.Ye Hanxi's eating movements are quite elegant, not rushing, as if she has to chew and digest every grain of rice before taking a bite.

On the contrary, Fang Jingshu ate very fast, and she almost finished eating in less than 5 minutes.

But because the boss was sitting at the dining table, it seemed unreasonable for her to lose her job so quickly, so she insisted on eating a few mouthfuls of food. She paid a little attention to Ye Hanxi's diet, and it was indeed what Zhao Xiaohua said. They're all lighter.

This point runs counter to her. Fang Jingshu likes spicy food, and she doesn't like anything spicy, so she specially fried two pots of chili for herself, and the red hot chili can be seen at a glance.

Ye Hanxi frowned slightly when she was eating crucian carp, Fang Jingshu saw it clearly, and couldn't help asking, "Hanxi, my cooking skills are average, I may not be able to compare with those chefs in your family, please forgive me."

"very good."

Ye Hanxi replied with a serious face. After finishing the meal, her face did not change, but her face turned red abnormally.

Fang Jingshu was busy tidying up the dishes, so she didn't pay much attention, and then made a cup of chrysanthemum tea for her, and the two of them sat on the sofa for a while.

Ye Hanxi continued to read the contract. Fang Jingshu was bored and couldn't disturb the other party's work. She simply took out Xiao Xueqiu's drawing book from her school bag, picked up a paintbrush, and carefully added a round sun to Xiao Xueqiu's painting this morning. .

Ye Hanxi quietly moved the contract in front of her, and watched Fang Jingshu lying on the coffee table drawing, a strand of hair falling from behind the other's earlobe, she seemed to see the positive and optimistic young lady 13 years ago again .

The golden sun, like an energy ball emitting heat, brings infinite light and hope to those around it.

"All right."

Fang Jingshu stuffed the little guy's drawing book back again, and when she looked up, she saw Ye Hanxi's extremely complicated eyes. She had a feeling that she had been caught doing something bad. Just kidding."

This habit started after she knew that the little guy had autism, and found that every painting of the little guy was very depressive, so she automatically added something into it, sometimes it was an adult, sometimes it was the sun , essential, she hopes to influence little Xueqiu through some of her subtle behaviors, the little guy is also very agile, and soon discovers the little secret in the picture book.

From then on, it was like playing hide-and-seek. Little Xueqiu would check her drawing book every time, and if she didn't find it, she would take the drawing book to Fang Jingshu and knock on the table, as if asking her why she didn't have it.

So this became a kind of tacit understanding between their mother and daughter.

A trace of envy flashed in Ye Hanxi's eyes, "Happiness."

Fang Jingshu didn't answer, and she didn't know whether Xueqiu was happy or not, but with this little baby, she was very happy.

Ye Hanxi came back to reality from the memory 13 years ago, and found that Fang Jingshu fell asleep at some point, sitting on the sofa alone, hugging a pillow in her arms, curled up on the sofa like a helpless child In the corner, the beautiful seaweed curly hair is scattered on both sides in a disorderly manner, adding a bit of laziness and casualness.

She took off her clothes, put it on the other person, and then sat quietly on one side, staring at Fang Jingshu's fully grown face. It was different from three years ago, and even more different from 13 years ago. same.

"Jing Shu."

Her outstretched hand stopped just one centimeter away from Fang Jingshu's nose, and she sighed softly.Afterwards, he tore off a piece of paper from Xiaoxueqiu's drawing book, and began to draw on it, gradually sketching out a preliminary outline of a human figure.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and when Ye Hanxi came back to her senses, she found that Little Xueqiu was propping her head on a small stool at some point, sitting beside her like a good baby, looking at the picture in the painting. people.

Xueqiu's black and bright glass beads stared at the pen in Ye Hanxi's hand, and the person in the painting who was like her mother.

"Grumble-"

"Grumble-"

Ye Hanxi coughed, and quickly put the painting in her contract, "Snowball."

Xueqiu raised his head, looked at Ye Hanxi seriously, and then looked at her contract, where there was a piece of her drawing paper, hers, and the mother in the drawing was also hers.

Ye Hanxi felt that it was a little troublesome to explain to the little guy. The inappropriate gurgling sound was constantly coming from Xueqiu's stomach, and she suddenly remembered that the little guy hadn't eaten yet.

She put aside the work at hand, hugged Xueqiu in her arms, and placed it on the table in the restaurant. She walked into the kitchen and rummaged around, and saw the meal that Fang Jingshu had reserved for Xueqiu before. It was all the same, similar to those she ate.

She brought them up one by one and placed them in front of Snowball.

Snowball, who was full of sleep, had a much better temper, and even opened her little hands proactively.Ye Hanxi thought she wanted a hug, so she hugged him into her arms, thinking about how to feed the little guy.As a result, the little guy kept moving her little PP, as if she was about to come down.

Ye Hanxi put her down patiently, and saw little Xueqiu running into the kitchen. After following in, she found that the little guy was trying to hook her apron, and the apron was hanging high, and she couldn't hook it at all.

There is also a small mini bib next to the apron. The pattern on the bib is a cute and docile kitten.

Ye Hanxi guessed that this was what the little guy wanted, she took it off and handed it to Xueqiu, who opened his hand actively, and she took advantage of the opportunity to tie the bib to her chest, and then the little guy finished it by himself Had lunch.

Xueqiu took a bite, chewed slowly, and raised her head to look at Ye Hanxi seriously, the big and the small communicated silently, but unexpectedly got in sync.

Probably seeing Ye Hanxi's 'real' kung fu, after lunch, Xueqiu lay on the sofa, trying to avoid the area where Fang Jingshu fell asleep, and squeezed together with Ye Hanxi.Ye Hanxi put the contract at the bottom, Xueqiu tried to get it several times but couldn't get it.

Ye Hanxi read the contract seriously and focused. Just after reading a few lines, a small hand with a bruise on the back blocked her view. She raised her head helplessly, "Snowball."

Xueqiu sealed her contract, handed over her drawing book and pen, and stared at Ye Hanxi unblinkingly with her two beautiful eyes.

The corners of Ye Hanxi's mouth raised slightly, and there was a hint of a smile in her eyes. She picked up Xueqiu, leaned on the sofa, and said, "Don't move."

Then he squatted down and began to draw seriously.

Xueqiu was sitting in the same posture just now, motionless, even his eyes were focused on Ye Hanxi, the bright black eyes were full of seriousness, and he didn't know who he looked like.

Ye Hanxi always felt a little itchy somewhere on her body, she drew quickly, and used her other hand to scratch it from time to time.

In Xueqiu's eyes, she saw many red dots emerging from Ye Hanxi's face, very dense.Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated, as if she had seen something terrible.

Ye Hanxi finished drawing the little guy in the picture book before she got up and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When she saw that the person in the mirror had red bumps all over her face, she was shocked when she saw it.

Xueqiu took the opportunity to push all the materials piled up on the coffee table, the materials touched the teacup, and the teacup fell to the ground.

Fang Jingshu woke up startled by the loud voice, and happened to meet Ye Hanxi who rushed out of the bathroom. She was stunned for three seconds before she recognized that person was Ye Hanxi, "God, Hanxi, why is your face like this."

"Call." Ye Hanxi reminded.

Fang Jingshu hurriedly called Zhao Xiaohua, and Zhao Xiaohua screamed after hearing it from the other end, "It's over, Fang Jingshu, send the boss to the hospital quickly, no, no, I can't send you to the hospital, I'll pick you up."

Snowball on the side hooked and hooked, and finally found the contract with her drawing paper in it. Just as she was about to pull it out, she was stopped by a pair of big hands.

Compared to the anxious Fang Jingshu, Ye Hanxi was calm and composed, as if those red spots did not grow on her face, but on someone else's face. She wrapped her big hand around Xiao Xueqiu's troublesome little hand, and closed the contract little by little. , and pressed the drawing paper that might reveal her thoughts back into the contract.

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