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Then he picked up a piece of fish, and under Fang Jiahong's eyes, slowly peeled off the fishbone, and put it in Fang Jiahong's bowl.

Fang Jiahong didn't know whether to laugh or to be sad for a while, so he just lowered his head and said, "I forgot, brother Jingqian is already a married man, I heard from Aunt Shao that you can cook, mere fishbone...it really doesn't matter .”

Luo Ran saw that his expression was not right, so she put down her chopsticks and responded: "Sooner or later, you are going to start a family, and you will know when the time comes, you have to order firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea."

"Yeah..." Fang Jiahong nodded: "I just feel that I don't know Brother Jingqian as well as before..."

"I used to know what you were thinking with your actions and words."

After hearing this, Luo Ran said: "No, there has never been a change between us."

Then he stretched out his hand, ready to get the spoon.

Fang Jiahong suddenly held his hand and looked at him with piercing eyes.

Luo Ran's breath stagnates: "What are you doing?"

"Brother Jingqian, tell me the truth... are you happy?" Fang Jiahong asked.

"...It's okay." Luo Ran lowered her eyes.

"Look into my eyes and answer...!" Fang Jiahong's hands tightened a bit.

Luo Ran raised her eyes and said after a long time, "It's pretty good."

Hearing the exact answer, Fang Jiahong breathed a sigh of relief, but also became more desperate. He might never have the chance to express his unspoken feelings.

The meal was finished in a fairly relaxed atmosphere, and then Fang Jiahong drove Luo Ran home. The car slowly drove into Linjin Road where Luo Ran's home was located. The garden beside the road smelled of green grass in the evening wind, which was very The freshness and cleanliness made Luo Ran and Fang Jiahong's moods much calmer.

The Mercedes slowly stopped in front of No. 52 Fuchun Shanju. Fang Jiahong watched Luo Ran take off his seat belt, and asked, "Is he there?"

It took Luo Ran a moment to realize that he was talking about Jiang Yan. Just as he was about to respond, Fang Jiahong said, "I won't go in and disturb him, lest he misunderstand again."

Although I really want to invite my friends to sit in, today is really not the right time, so Luo Ran nodded: "Tomorrow afternoon, the company has a project meeting about the large shopping mall in the city center, come and listen to it, and guide them by the way ?”

Fang Jiahong was eager to have more opportunities to get in touch with Luo Ran, so he quickly agreed.

"Then...goodbye." Luo Ran was about to open the car door, but Fang Jiahong took his other hand: "You have to remember, I'm not afraid of him, I'm just afraid that he might misunderstand and make you wronged."

"Understood." Luo Ran nodded, her stern face was a little red under the dim light.

For some reason, when Fang Jiahong returned to China this time, there was always a vague aura on his body, which made him feel that the other party was completely different from usual. He was still the gentle, polite, humble and considerate person, but he always felt that something happened. Variety.

He stood in front of the door, watched the car go away, and shook his head again.Attributing everything to the fact that maybe the two haven't seen each other for too long, they walked into the villa quickly.

After a whole night of rest and adjustment, Luo Ran's mental state has improved a lot. When he stepped into the Roche Group, all the employees knew that the vigorous and unsmiling President Luo was back.

When he arrived at the office, Luo Ran began to prepare the materials needed for the afternoon meeting. During the period, he replied to Fang Jiahong's few text messages, and put all his energy into work.

As the time approached noon, Luo Ran called Shao Zhenqiu and asked her daughter if she had behaved in the past two days. After learning that Luo Jiangai was very obedient and did her homework on time, she hung up the phone with confidence.

Just as he was about to call Yang Li to order some takeaway, Fang Jiahong arrived at the company early.

Looking at the dozen dishes and clean bowls and chopsticks on the coffee table, Luo Ran was a little surprised: "Did you move the restaurant here?"

Fang Jiahong took off his suit jacket, then sat down and handed him the chopsticks: "You are just sick, and you work so hard, how can you manage without eating more?"

Then he pointed to those Bazhen Jade Foods: "These are the same Su cuisine that I ate last night. I asked them to make something you like, and I bought a new bowl. I know you have a cleanliness..."

As he spoke, he pushed the dish in front of Luo Ran: "Try it quickly."

Luo Ran looked at him lowering his head and earnestly picking up vegetables for himself, and was really at a loss: "It's just a lunch, what are you doing so hard?"

"Of course you have to pay attention to your affairs." Fang Jiahong replied without raising his head.

"...I originally thought, just order some takeaway."

Luo Ran picked up a piece of lotus root and put it in his mouth. The taste was light, which was really good.

"That won't work, it's bad to order takeaway, the lunch box is still disposable...not healthy..." Fang Jiahong babbled for a while, and then ate with Luo Ran.

"Then you bought too much." Luo Ran shook her head helplessly, looking worried at the table full of vegetables.

"It's okay, pick what you like to eat." Fang Jiahong smiled gently, with a little affection in his deep eyes.

Luo Ran suddenly didn't dare to look him in the eyes, because he felt that something that he had ignored or never discovered was gradually surfacing with Fang Jiahong's return.

After lunch, Luo Ran accompanied Fang Jiahong around the company again, went to the job fair, and then returned to the office to revise the information about the large shopping mall meeting in the afternoon.

At this time Fang Jiahong was standing beside Luo Ran, his right hand was gesturing on the paper on the table, his left hand was embracing the handle of the chair, and Luo Ran was sitting in the chair. Looking from the front, Fang Jiahong looked like It's like wrapping Luo Ran in a chair.

There seemed to be no gap between the two of them.

It's just that Luo Ran, who was seriously discussing the plan, didn't notice how ambiguous the posture of the two was, but focused on listening to Fang Jiahong's ideas and suggestions.

"There are seven floors in total. The shopping mall integrates shopping, entertainment, and leisure...there are commercial houses on it. I think the commercial houses facing the street should be made into small single-family apartments...This is the city center, and there are many companies nearby..."

"All the people belong to the petty bourgeoisie and white-collar class... so it should be suitable for this type of apartment, and each room is between 45 square meters and [-] square meters..."

Fang Jiahong looked at Luo Ran's pen tip against his chin, his crow-colored eyelashes drooping, and his eyes constantly blinking. He tried hard to resist the urge to kiss each other, and slowly slowed down his tone: "Because the bottom seven floors are shopping malls, it's convenient. Shopping and entertainment... This will be more popular with young people, so the overall house price can also increase..."

"Good advice." Luo Ran nodded, and then turned her head to praise the other party. Because the distance was too close, her face brushed against Fang Jiahong's lips. Luo Ran's breath was stagnant, only to realize that the two were so close together.

Fang Jiahong smelled the faint scent of perfume on his body, and Luo Ran's beautiful eyes rarely showed panic.

Although he didn't want to take any further action, let alone scare the other party, the faint smell of perfume on Luo Ran's body, coupled with his panicked expression, still stimulated Fang Jiahong in an instant.

①①①Fang Jiahong was pushed away by him, his eyes gradually became clear, but there was a trace of hurt emotion.

Looking at her best friend, the man she has always treated like a younger brother, Luo Ran couldn't believe that he had such feelings for her.