my little sir

Everyone in the company knows that the CEO's marriage partner is a man, but not many people have met Fang Yimin and know that he is the CEO's partner.

Because every time Fang Yimin came to the company, it was mostly during the lunch break and when he got off work in the afternoon.Always carrying a thermos bucket in his hand, he swiped his card to go upstairs in a low-key way, without even alarming anyone.

Today's Fang Yimin seemed very different, he didn't carry anything in his hands, and compared with the gentle and polite in the past, his smile seemed to be more open and bright.

And he usually wears formal clothes, but now he is wearing a simple short-sleeved T-shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and a pair of white canvas shoes under his feet.

If you don't pay attention to the brand and price of clothing, you will look like a college student.

Through the mirror of the elevator, Fang Yimin saw the front desk manager behind him staring at him, showed her a big smile, and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything strange about me?"

The front desk manager hurriedly looked away, lowered his head and smiled and said, "No, I just didn't expect Mr. Fang to come at this time. Do you want to surprise Mr. Wen?"

"Isn't it?"

"Mr. Fang and Mr. Wen are really romantic."

Romance is impossible to be romantic, and surprises may turn into frights. It's really exciting to think about it.

After getting out of the elevator, the front desk manager led the way to the door of the office before retreating.

There was no one on the assistant's desk outside the office, Fang Yimin smiled, rubbed his hands and leaned against the office door excitedly to listen.

The door of the office was ajar, and Fang Yimin was about to peek inside when he heard the sound of something breaking, accompanied by Assistant Liu's coquettish cry.

I'm going, are you so excited to play?He was so blatant that he didn't even close the door.

Fang Yimin pushed open the door righteously, the phone was unlocked with fingerprints, and he could take pictures and record videos at any time, but the lines he had prepared were only so-so, and he fell silent.

"you……"

There were no unsightly and exciting scenes in Fang Yimin's imagination. Wen Qiling sat in front of the desk, and Liu Sina stood aside, with a broken porcelain cup at his feet.

The two were well-dressed and even kept a distance.

"You... what's the matter?" Fang Yimin put on a stiff smile, and the words on his lips turned abruptly.

"Yi Min, why are you here?" Wen Qiling was a little surprised, not flustered as expected, and there was a bit of joy in his eyes.

Fang Yimin shoved the phone into his pocket awkwardly, and said, "I just... happened to pass by your company, so I came to take a look. What's going on with you...?"

"It's all my fault that I accidentally broke Mr. Wen's glass." Liu Sina was apologetic, her eyes were bright, and she was at a loss after doing something wrong.

Tsk tsk, Xiaomi's acting skills are good, and she is very good at pretending to be weak.

"Forget it, let the cleaning come in and deal with it." After Wen Qiling finished speaking, she got up and walked to Fang Yimin's side, and said with a smile, "Sit down for a while."

Seeing this, Liu Sina had no choice but to retreat first and make tea for the two of them again.

Fang Yimin was a little disappointed that he didn't catch the current situation. This time, with Wen Qiling's sophistication and keen perception, it might be difficult to catch the two of them next time.

The two sat on the leather sofa at the side, and Wen Qiling asked, "Uncle Zhao said you had an appointment with a friend today, why did you suddenly come to my place again?"

Uncle Zhao betrayed himself without accident, and Fang Yimin wrote down another crime of Uncle Zhao in the small notebook in his heart.

"It's true that I have an appointment with a friend, and it happens that the other party is busy, so I stopped by here to see you." Mr. Xiao smiled innocently and harmlessly.

Wen Qiling's heart softened, she looked at Mr. Xiao with shining eyes, held his hand and asked, "Should we eat at the company then, or order outside?"

"casual."

"It's better to order food outside. Although the food in the cafeteria is good, it's been a long time since we ate outside together like we did on a date."

"Ah."

Um?Wait, how did I get placed in it?Also, why does Mr. Wen like to touch his little hands so much?

It's not just hands, she likes to use hands on herself as long as she gets close, she is definitely planning to use beauty tricks!

"Didn't you say go home and eat?" Fang Yimin wanted to pull back his hand, but was wrapped tightly by the other's palms.

Wen Qiling said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I have an important meeting this afternoon and we need an interview, so... can you eat outside with me?"

"Okay, okay." Fang Yimin just wanted to pull back his hand, since it's nothing to worry about, so he should just be here to help Xiaomi.

Just thinking about it, Xiaomi came in with tea.

Fang Yimin's hand didn't come back at all, the two exchanged a fake smile, Xiaomi looked away, and was about to leave, when Wen Qiling called out again.

"Assistant Liu, help me order a restaurant with a better environment, oh, preferably Jiangnan-style dishes."

Liu Sina knew her boss's taste. Wen Qiling had always disliked sweets, and Jiangnan-style dishes were even more unaccustomed. Thinking of the plate of honey-glazed chicken wings last time, she knew it.

"No, no, I don't like too sweet dishes." Mr. Xiao suddenly said, "Just find a decent one, the closest one is best."

Wen Qiling thought that Mr. Xiao was thinking of herself, and before he could be moved, he saw Mr. Xiao waving his hands with a victorious smile and letting Liu Sina go down.

The moment the office door closed, Mr. Xiao pulled his hand back like a live fish.

Wen Qiling couldn't help but asked, "Don't you like sweets?"

"Sweets are not sweet dishes. I like braised sweet and sour dishes. The table is full of sweet dishes, so how can I eat them?"

"What about cakes and desserts?" Mr. Wen was trying to understand Mr. Xiao's preferences.

Mr. Xiao nodded, and said defenselessly: "That's what I like. I was not good at cooking before, but then I learned to make egg tarts and cakes."

"The thing is that there are a little more steps, so I will make simple ones with inexpensive materials and don't need good cooking skills," Mr. Xiao said proudly, "I have tried it a few times, and I have mastered the skills proficiently." .”

"My mother likes to eat it. She said that as long as you feel bitter, you should take more sweets, so that you won't feel bitter." Mr. Xiao's eyes were bright, and he didn't feel how miserable he was before, but his tone was very relaxed.

"Well, I always have to ask the neighbors to borrow the oven. I feel embarrassed to borrow too much, so I make it for my mother once a month."

Wen Qiling was stunned for a while, feeling sore in his heart, had his little husband lived such a miserable life before?Never heard Mr. Little talk about it.Even the oven has to be borrowed from the neighbors, which is simply too distressing.

Fang Yimin felt that the way Wen Qiling looked at him was like looking at his son, with a hint of pity, and only then realized that he had talked too much.

"Hey, you... your computer is beeping, do you have to check it?"

Wen Qiling took a breath in silence, stood up and hadn't taken two steps before suddenly turning back.He leaned over and hugged Mr. Xiao, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "I will buy you dessert every day from now on."

My lord, the president has so many routines!Those who flirt will be moved!No, he obviously took advantage of the opportunity, right?Daoxing is too high!

Wen Qiling let go of Mr. Xiao, feeling a little nauseous, and sat back to work in embarrassment.But it doesn't seem to be a bad feeling to talk about love occasionally, and Mr. Xiao is very good-looking with red ears.

[The author has something to say: Mr. Wen: I am a very boring person who only makes money.

Others: No, you are provocative without knowing it.

Author: I just like people who can make money ^O^]