Chapter 22

Cheng Anya opened her smile and said, “Mr. Ye, this is my personal question. I will not answer it.”

Ye sanshao, with deep eyes, swept her face twice, slowly moved down and landed on the Bento. Ning Ning is making wings of love today. The wings of love form a beautiful love.

Stir fried Asparagus with meat, very green color, sprinkled with a little pepper, love chicken wings in the middle also put a small red persimmon as a decoration.

It seems that it’s a real love Bento!

Ye sanshao looks at Cheng Anya with a smile on his lips. His eyes are bright and evil. He looks at Cheng Anya with a joke. Cheng Anya looks along his eyes. His face is rarely red and his heart is like a deer.

Dog blood!

Son, the dog blood drama you made up, Ya’s, this pervert must be a misunderstanding!

“Isn’t the food in the company restaurant delicious?”

“I’m used to what he does.”

“He?” Leaf three little eyebrow heart a wring, deep ground squint, tone can’t hear happy anger, but have a kind of Yin Yang strange gas, “male?”

Cheng Anya coughs twice and nods her head. The abnormal reason is that Mao doesn’t eat. She looks at the dishes, smells the food and salivates. I’m hungry if you’re not hungry!

Ye sanshao laughs even colder. Hum, will Yang zekun cook for this woman? It’s a miracle. What kind of love do you show? I’m afraid people don’t know that you are very close?

“It looks delicious.” Ye sanshao said softly.

What does Cheng Anya mean by a sharp slap on his lips? Ye San’s mind is not everyone’s guess. Cheng Anya is still wondering why he said this.

Ye sanshao has proved his words with his actions. He took the lunch box gracefully. As soon as the fork fell, the chicken wings went into his mouth.

First, I tried asparagus. It’s delicious. It’s very standard. Although it’s a home-made dish, it tastes delicious.

Cheng Anya is stunned. It’s a mess in the real wind this time. It’s a long time before she reacts. Depend on it! Ya, dare to rob my Bento.

“President, what are you doing?”

“Eat!”

“That’s my Bento.”

Calm down, calm down, impulse is the devil, impulse is the devil.

“I’m hungry!” It’s delicious, Yang zekun. It’s not covered. I can even cook. Men are so perfect and careful.

Ning Ning, who was in primary school, sneezed gracefully.

Ye San eats and finds Cheng Anya’s eyes staring at him angrily. His expression seems to swallow him. He pauses, picks on the tip of his brow and takes a bite of chicken wings.

Very elegant to stand up, holding the Bento floating into the president’s office, luxuriously left Cheng Anya outside.