Chapter 32          Old Friends (2)

At 10:30 at night, on the 22nd floor of the Vio Capital Office Building, the lights in the general manager's office finally went out.

As the door opened and closed, two men and women walked out. Qin Tower was in front and Song Shu was behind. Diagonally opposite the assistant secretary group, the four assistants except An Xingyun were so sleepy that they wanted to hold up with match sticks.

I don’t know which one noticed Qin Lou first, coughed lightly, and then the four of them fired in an instant, straightening their waists.

Qinlou passed by the office area and stopped.

"Thank you for your hard work today, let's clean up and get off work."

"Thank you, Mr. Qin."

"Not hard or hard."

"This is our duty."

"Mr. Qin, please walk slowly."

“…”

Song Shu's eyes swept over the few people in the office area. In the second he looked at An Xingyun, Song Shu got a clear disagreement from the elder's eyes.

It was obviously aimed at the fact that she was still following someone so late.

Song Shu was rarely embarrassed. She lowered her eyes slightly and spoke in the quiet space: "Mr. Qin, then I'll get off work too."

After saying that, Song Shu turned around.

Qin Lou was quick-witted and grabbed the long-legged clam shell that was about to escape.

Qin Lou: "You can't."

Song Shu: "?"

Qin Lou: "Your work is not over yet."

Song Shu: "...Mr. Qin, do I have any work I haven't finished?"

Qin Lou: "Send me upstairs and make me an evening snack."

Song Shu: "…"

Qin Lou: "Don't frown."

Song Shu: "?"

Qin Lou: "If you frown, you won't be like her."

Song Shu: "…"

Isn't this meme going to be over?

Song Shu sighed in her heart, and with the complex emotions of the five people over there, she could only keep her gentle smile and restrain the urge to put the bag in her hand on the head of the dog man.

"Mr. Qin, it's too late now, and I'm not good at cooking - so, why not order a takeaway for you?"

"No." Qin Louban refused without changing his expression, "Have you forgotten the provisions in our contract? As her substitute, you must obey my words like she did in the past. You cannot resist any of my orders, this is the price you will deal with."

Song Shu: “…………”

When did she listen to his advice in the past and ignore this matter, just talk about the "contract" - what messy novels have Qin Lou been reading recently?

Song Shu had no expression on his face, but the smile on his face was still as bright as a mask.

She was silent for two seconds with a smile.

"I understand, Mr. Qin, please go first."

"Um."

Qin Lou stepped out his long legs with satisfaction.

Song Shu followed Qin Lou with the eyes of the more complicated people behind him.

It was not until the two people's backs disappeared into the elevator door that the few people in the office had just come back to their senses and looked at each other.

"What is the name of this novel?"

""The Contracted Lovers of the Domineering President"?"

"No, it's obviously "The Domineering CEO's Stand-in Lover."

"Qin Qing is also pitiful. She is so ungrateful. I envied her. It seems that I should earn my small salary based on my ability."

“…”

During the process of lifting the elevator from the 22nd floor to the 23rd floor, Qin Lou had already glanced at Song Shu two or three times in just a few seconds.

After the two left the elevator and entered the private area on the 23rd floor, Song Shu felt relieved. She looked back and looked up at her side, facing the eyes that were looking up at Qin Lou.

"……What's wrong?"

"Are you angry?"

"?" Song Shu asked in confusion, "Why am I angry?"

"I thought you didn't like my script."

Song Shu paused and smiled lightly, "Don't go too far, just let it go." As she said that, Song Shu had already changed her shoes and put down her backpack, and then she walked towards the kitchen area with a transparent glass wine rack as a partition.

Qin Lou was stunned, "What are you doing?"

"According to the contract, didn't Mr. Qin order to eat the midnight snack I made?"

Song Shu joked. She went to the side of the sink to roll up her sleeves and started washing her hands. After washing her hands, she took out a kitchen tissue to wipe the drops of water.

Seeing the soft-looking woman walking towards the refrigerator in the corner of the kitchen, Qin Lou finally came to his senses, "You really want to make me a midnight snack?"

"Um."

“…”

Qin Lou's eyes suddenly lit up.

He walked forward in three steps, and hugged the woman who was thinking in front of the open refrigerator door from behind. His furry head rubbed against Song Shu's neck.

Song Shu was rubbed by his ears and couldn't help but smile, "What are you doing?"

"My little clam shell actually knows how to cook. I'm a little excited and nervous."

After automatically skipping someone's name, Song Shu also made up his mind to pick out a few things from the refrigerator, then broke free from the man's arms, and walked to the side to the vegetable sink.

"Forget it if you are excited, why are you nervous? Are you afraid that I will poison the food?"

Qin Lou followed him and tried to help, but was photographed.

"Don't make trouble."

"..." Hearing the word "make trouble", Qin Lou simply "obediently" leaned over and kissed Song Shu's mouth, then he frowned and stood up, "Of course he was nervous - if the small clam shell fell into the pot and was cooked, it would be so cooked when it was picked up."

Song Shu: "…"

She shouldn't have asked this much.

Take out an appropriate amount of pure water from the refrigerator and pour it into the pot and boil it. Wash the vegetables and cut it. The noodles are left and the stove is on the right. Boil the noodles with soup.

Song Shu stood in the kitchen, his movements skillfully and lightly. Qin Lou leaned on the upper edge of the low tableware cabinet with the dishwasher, and looked quietly.

The handsome face was drawn with a clear and clear silhouette by the kitchen lights, and the facial features were more three-dimensional. There was no wave in the dark eyes, and I just looked at it without saying a word.

——Not at all like the crazy man in the daytime company who is always on the verge of rampage.

When Song Shu just brought out a bowl of noodles and turned around, he saw such a picturesque scene of beautiful women under the lamp.

Beautiful crazy man.

Song Shu thought to himself and brought the noodles in front of Qin Lou, "Okay, Mr. Qin's midnight snack should be eaten as soon as possible, otherwise the noodles will be pulp."

Qin Lou came back to his senses and his eyes moved.

"Don't you eat it?"

"I had dinner before going to the 22nd floor."

"..." Qin Lou, who was leaning against the cabinet, stood up, raised his long legs, hooked over the high stool next to him, and sat in front of this bar.

He lowered his eyes, picked up the chopsticks, and plucked the noodles in the bowl.

Song Shu kept observing and hesitated when he saw this: "Don't like it? I remember your favorite this one made by the aunt at home--"

"Who forced you to leave."

“…”

Song Shu was stunned.

This topic turned out suddenly quickly, with a very crazy style, and even Song Shu couldn't react.

After he came to his senses, Song Shu lowered his eyes, "No one, let's eat. Suddenly mentioning this will affect his appetite?"

Qin Lou said: "I want to know."

“…”
To be continued...