The treasure in the palm of Mr. Cheng

Chapter 200 Shyness
"Does it mean that I am just a vase because I am good-looking, have a good family background, and have a capable boyfriend?" Song Yao couldn't help questioning.

Seeing Song Yao's serious face, Ada suddenly sneered.

"I misunderstood you. It turned out that I was just pretending to be stupid all the time, huh." Ada laughed, then turned and left with noble steps.

Song Yao suddenly felt a little baffled, what exactly is this Ada talking about?How did you say it for a long time, but you still mocked yourself?This man is really strange.

Song Yao also couldn't figure out what Ada's purpose was, so after taking a cup of coffee, he returned to his desk.

After she understood why Ada did this, it was a long time later.

At noon, Song Yao still bid farewell to all his colleagues and went upstairs to Cheng Yifeng's office.

Cheng Yifeng had prepared Song Yao's food early on.

I was afraid that she would get tired of the food in the restaurant, so I specially ordered the meal from the most famous Chinese restaurant, and even the takeaway cost more than 100 yuan.

Everything is presented in the freshest way, and the ingredients are also the freshest. The moment you open it, it feels as if it has just come out of the pan.

The price is also very delicious, but Cheng Yifeng doesn't care about this little money at all. The money his family earns is enough for him to eat these things for every meal.

Song Yao opened the office and smelled the fragrant food, and couldn't help sighing, "Today's food is really delicious, has the cafeteria changed chef?"

Cheng Yifeng couldn't help laughing, "How can the company afford such a high-level chef? If it can afford such a high-level chef, it will be a five-star level."

Song Yao quickly guessed that this must be the takeaway that Chen Yifeng ordered specially.

"You specially ordered takeaway, what did you order? It smells good." Song Yao hurried forward and looked at the prepared meals.

Although they are just some home-cooked dishes, but after the chef's craftsmanship, they all look so charming that people can't help but twitch their index fingers.

While talking, Cheng Yifeng served her rice. The grains of rice in the wooden rice bowl were clear and crystal clear, which made people think it tasted good.

Song Yao picked up the chopsticks and started to eat. The two of them had a full meal, and Song Yao felt that his stomach was much bigger.

I couldn't help but collapsed on the stool, "Chen Yifeng, you are trying to fatten me up!"

Song Yao was complaining on the surface, but he was very happy in his heart. Who wouldn't want to have a full meal every day?At worst, go back and do more anaerobic exercise.

"The main reason is that I want to see you happy. Don't you feel happy after eating delicious food?" Cheng Yifeng looked at Song Yao dotingly.

Song Yao looked away in embarrassment, "Why do you always look at me like this? I'm so embarrassed."

Cheng Yifeng didn't realize that there was something wrong with him at all.

"Is there?" Cheng Yifeng reflected on his behavior, did he go too far?
Song Yao nodded vigorously, "Yes, your eyes are too eager."

Cheng Yifeng smiled embarrassingly, "Sometimes I really can't control it, and I'm sleepy after eating a full meal, go to the rest room and sleep."

"how about you?"

Song Yao couldn't help asking, these days, he has been sleeping in the rest room by himself, and he would feel a little embarrassed sitting outside as a woman.

"I happen to be busy with some work, so go to bed first, and I'll rest when I'm free in the afternoon." Cheng Yifeng still maintained a reasonable distance as before.

Song Yao stood up suddenly and remained motionless for a few seconds.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Yifeng thought something happened.

"Go in and sleep with me." Song Yao said with some embarrassment, his voice could not help but become a little softer.

"What?" Cheng Yifeng thought he heard it wrong, and his tone was a little unbelievable.

"You go in with me, what are you doing outside all the time? When you're full, just sleep for a while."

Cheng Yifeng was a little embarrassed, and finally understood what Song Yao was talking about, but when Song Yao took the initiative, he didn't dare to take the initiative.

"But if I'm going to fall asleep, who told you to wake up?" Cheng Yifeng struggled for the last time, but deep down in his heart, he really wanted to enter the lounge.

"I don't know how to set an alarm clock, idiot." Song Yao felt embarrassed, his ears turned red.

In her life, it was the first time she had such an embarrassing moment. In the past, she always faced everything with confidence, but now she didn't know how to say it out.

Only then did Cheng Yifeng nod in agreement, "Okay then, I'll set an alarm to call you later."

Song Yao nodded, and the two walked in one after the other.

Song Yao untied his hair one step at a time, lay down on the bed, and shrank his whole body under the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes.

Those eyes were as innocent as a deer, "Come in quickly."

Cheng Yifeng nodded, looking a little embarrassed, he went to the changing room in the lounge, changed into a casual dress, and lay neatly on the seat next to Song Yao.

There was a moderate distance between the two, and no one dared to cross the railing. Cheng Yifeng was stiff on the bed, not daring to move.

Song Yao closed his eyes on the surface, but he was shy and couldn't sleep at all.

The breath of the man next to her kept beating her. This was the first time she shared a bed with a man. This experience made her heart beat fast, and she couldn't fall asleep at all.

Cheng Yifeng also seemed to have noticed Song Yao's nervousness, and suddenly stretched out his hand, landed on the quilt on her body, and patted her lightly.

"Sleep well, I'll pat you." Cheng Yifeng said softly.

He remembers falling asleep to the rhythm of his mother when he felt sleepy as a child.

Song Yao was a little uneasy and unaccustomed to it at first, but slowly his restless heart calmed down.

I don't know if it was because I was sleepy after eating, or it was time for a nap, or because of the rhythm of Cheng Yifeng's hands, Song Yao fell asleep miraculously.

Cheng Yifeng let go of his hand only after he felt that Song Yao had fallen into a deep sleep.

But I couldn't fall asleep all the time. I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling, feeling extra excited. The two of them, this is one step closer.

Did Yaoyao feel at ease with herself, that's why she let herself sleep beside her?
Cheng Yifeng has been thinking inexplicably in his heart, and there is no way to stop.

(End of this chapter)