The president thinks too much

It wasn't until Luo Jingchuan saw the lunch box when he was packing up after get off work in the evening that he remembered what happened in the morning.

Although he couldn't figure out what kind of nerve Shen Zeran was getting, the other party obviously didn't have any malicious intentions. In terms of etiquette, he had to thank him after all, otherwise it would be too impolite.

It's a pity that Shen Zeran didn't seem to be feeling well today, and he got off work before three in the afternoon.

Luo Jingchuan brought the lunch box to his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, he hesitated for a moment, sent a text message on his mobile phone, and after receiving the reply, he left the office and drove straight to the school.

After picking up Luo Ling, he didn't go home, but drove in the direction of the company. When passing by the dessert shop, Luo Jingchuan stopped the car by the side of the road.

"Father, where are we going?" The little girl asked, looking at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window.

"Father is going to do some shopping, let's go to Uncle Shen's house." Luo Jingchuan untied his seat belt and got off the car.

Luo Ling opened the car window, his round eyes suddenly lit up: "Uncle Shen? Do you want to see your mother?"

"..." Luo Jingchuan patted his daughter's head. Shen Zeran didn't care about what to call her, and just let the little girl be happy. He instructed: "Close the window, Dad will be back in a while."

Luo Jingchuan bought a box of fruit cakes, and when he came out of the dessert shop, he saw the convenience store next to him, he hesitated and went in.

Shen Zeran was lying on the bed, staring at the ABO novel on the ipad with a sad face, trying to piece together his heart that was shattered into shards of glass.

Hey, don’t abuse me, I’m going to Silly Baitian’s studio, I’m willing to trade my life’s luck for Silly Baitian’s studio QAQ

"Ding-dong-"

"Who is it?" Shen Zeran reluctantly climbed off the bed, with a bit of crying in his voice.

Shen Zeran bought this apartment near the company for the convenience of going to work. Not many people know about it, most of them are acquaintances from his father's side.

That is to say, the group of people who even when he was in school, took the girl's love letter as a date, imitated Gu Xzai by carrying a steel pipe to the date, and knew everything about making the girl cry. He couldn't pretend to be X.

So Shen Zeran was wearing SpongeBob's pajamas, pulling on slippers, with a mess of straw and red rabbit eyes, and opened the door without the burden of a president.

Luo Jingchuan: "..."

Luo Ling: "..."

Shen Zeran: "..."

The door was shut with a bang.

Luo Jingchuan, who was holding the dessert in one hand and the child in the other outside, suddenly let out a very slight "poof". If Luo Ling hadn't gotten close, he probably would have missed the chuckle.

Shen Zeran hid behind the door, scratching his hair in despair: "Why him? Impossible, impossible, this must be a dream! It must be a dream! It must be a dream!"

"Ding dong—" the doorbell rang again.

Shen Zeran rushed back to the bedroom at the speed of light, quickly changed his clothes, and then

He rushed to the bathroom to wash his face, and used gel to save his hair. In less than 3 minutes, he stood at the door again and opened it.

"Secretary Luo? Why are you here? Is there something wrong?" Shen Zeran smiled politely, as if nothing had happened just now.

Luo Jingchuan didn't mean to expose him, he raised the things in his hands cooperatively, and said politely: "Mr. Shen is bothering you, can I go in?"

Shen Zeran stepped aside and gestured with his hand: "Please come in."

Luo Ling looked blankly at his father, then at Uncle Shen, tilted his head, is there something weird?