The boss treats me as a brother

Chapter 323 Accept the Signal of This Different Relationship

Ever since he had the laboratory, Tong Zhuo went out every day before Jing Chen went downstairs, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding meeting him.

For several days, every day.

One day, early in the morning, Tong Zhuo took a bottle of milk from the refrigerator and was about to go out. Out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw a beautiful red invitation letter on the coffee table in the living room.

Tong Zhuo paused, and looked sideways again.

Sure enough, a familiar logo was engraved on the corner of the invitation letter.

That is the symbol of the Presidential Palace.

She walked over slowly, picked up the invitation letter, opened it and read it carefully.

Then the starry eyes brightened, and the little niece will be full moon in half a month. Thinking of the last time when he hugged that soft little pudding, Tong Zhuo really missed the little niece.

She put down her bag, sat at the dining table and drank milk slowly, the bottle of milk had run out, and Brother Chen hadn't come down yet.

Tong Zhuo ran to the kitchen again, wandered around, and found raspberries in the refrigerator, so he began to squeeze raspberry juice.

When Jing Chen went downstairs, he happened to see the figure of the young boy busy in the kitchen, and he froze for a moment.

The young boy has been avoiding him for the past few days. It's not like he doesn't know it. He has been sad for a long time, and he is almost used to this kind of discomfort.

Seeing that she suddenly didn't avoid him now, Jing Chen felt a surge of joy in his heart, as if he had suddenly fallen into a sugar bowl.

He walked over quickly, Tong Zhuo heard the footsteps, and when he looked up, he saw the man's eyes burning like torches, and the burning fire in his eyes seemed to swallow her up, making her heart beat faster.

Jing Chen put one hand on her waist, looked at the two cups of freshly squeezed juice, "I haven't had the juice squeezed by Xiaozhuo for a long time."

Tong Zhuo felt the temperature of the hand on her waist was very high, through the thin fabric, it burned the skin around her waist, and the tips of her ears began to turn red.

Jing Chen smiled softly, "Today I want something sweeter."

Because my heart is very sweet.

His breath patted the back of his neck lightly, Tong Zhuo took two steps away to get the sugar bowl, avoiding the numb feeling on the back of his neck and the big hands on his waist, found granulated sugar, and added two spoonfuls.

She asked softly, "Is that enough?"

Jing Chen didn't pay attention to how much sugar was added to the raspberry juice. His eyes were all glued to Tong Zhuo's body, and he gently sniffed the fragrance of the young boy's body. "I want to drink very sweet, very sweet juice today."

Tong Zhuo hesitated for a moment, added two more spoonfuls, and stirred until it was saccharified.

"Brother Chen, the juice is ready."

Jing Chen glanced at the young boy who jumped out of his arms suddenly, took a sip of raspberry juice from the glass.

It's that sweet taste again, but when I drink it at this time, I can't express my nostalgia and joy.

Afterwards, the two had breakfast together again.

Jing Chen felt that this was the signal from the little boy that she was beginning to accept this different relationship. He looked at the little boy's lips and wondered whether she would accept it if he offered to kiss her now.

Probably because his gaze was too hot, Tong Zhuo hastily put down his chopsticks and wiped the corners of his mouth before going to get his bag.

"Brother Chen, I'm going to the laboratory."

Jing Chen followed her, hummed, and said, "I'll take you there."

Tong Zhuo didn't refuse either, but after picking up the bag, his eyes accidentally fell on the coffee table, and he asked suspiciously, "Brother Chen, what is that?"

Jing Chen followed her gaze, and then said casually, "The banquet invitation letter from the Presidential Palace."

The little boy has never liked occasions like banquets, so he didn't intend to say more.

Not wanting to, the little boy walked over and picked up the invitation letter and opened it to read.

(End of this chapter)