In the office, Cheng Jia's gentle voice penetrated Wen Ran's ears through the solid wood door panel, gentle and light: "My young man, I don't have money to buy any valuable gifts, so I had to cook a few dishes. I had dinner together that day and saw that you like sweet and sour pork ribs and braised lion heads, so I made them. I also made two dishes and cooked a soup, and you can try them all."

Wen Ran's eyes changed slightly, and she subconsciously pursed her lips.

There was a slight sound inside, as if it was the sound of Cheng Jia opening the lunch box. Then, Mo Xiuchen's voice sounded, calmly alienated: "Cheng Jia, don't open it, I promised Riranran to go home for lunch. I appreciate your kindness."

Cheng Jia opened the lunch box and stopped moving. He looked up, looked at Mo Xiuchen softly, and said softly: "Mr. Mo, you have tried it a little, it took me a morning. Why don't I call Miss Wen and tell her that you won't go back at noon."

Wen Ran's expression changed a little. He resisted the urge to push the door open immediately and waited for another second. When he heard Mo Xiuchen say, "I failed to go back if I failed the appointment, Ran Ran will be angry. If you don't want to take it back, just put it here. I'll send it to the cafeteria in a while and give you extra meals to everyone at noon."

Hearing these words, Wen Ran was inexplicably happy, raised her mouth and knocked on the door without hesitation.

In the office, Cheng Jia's face turned pale because of Mo Xiuchen's words. What else would he want to say? The knock on the door suddenly sounded. Mo Xiuchen looked up at the door, and his tone was gentle: "Come in!"

Wen Ran pushed open the door and looked at the man behind the desk with a smile.

As his eyes met, a hint of astonishment flashed through Mo Xiuchen's deep eyes. When his eyes touched the insulated lunch box in her hand, a faint smile appeared between his handsome eyebrows, "Ranran, why are you here!"

The sound of "Ranran" was spared by the thin lips of his tongue, and it was naturally kind, revealing a heart-warming gentleness. It seemed that he had called it like this thousands of times, and Wen Ran's heart suddenly trembled.

As he spoke, Wei'an figure came out from behind the desk and strode to her. From the moment she pushed open the door, she was the only one in his eyes, and he completely regarded Cheng Jia, who was standing in front of the sofa, as invisible.

Wen Ran stood at the door with a smile on her eyes as she watched him approach. The air that was inhaling into her nose was gradually replaced by a clear and familiar masculine aura. Her heartbeat and she accelerated uncontrollably.

The man's tall figure stopped in front of her, his deep eyes swept over the insulated lunch box in her hand, and asked gently: "You came here to deliver me some food?"

Wen Ran's fair face was covered with a thin layer of powder because of the changing emotions in her heart. Her gentle smile looked a little more elegant and gentle than Cheng Jia's softness. She nodded and was about to speak, but Mo Xiuchen suddenly grabbed her wrist and frowned and asked, "What's going on the back of her hand?"

Wen Ran was slightly stunned. When she met his concerned eyes, a warm feeling appeared in her heart. She shook her head and said indifferently: "I accidentally got burned by oil. Don't worry about this for now. Try whether the food I brought you is delicious."

Mo Xiuchen took the insulated lunch box from her hand and asked in surprise: "Did you make these dishes?"

Wen Ran smiled playfully and kept silent and said, "I'll tell you if you taste it or not."
Chapter completed!