Mr.president, you are too gentle

Thinking, a little smile gradually appeared on Cheng shaozhao's face.

Squinting and glancing at Fu, Cheng shaozhao spontaneously opened the lid of preserved egg lean meat porridge, took a spoon and stirred it gently. "Just call me after that. It rained outside yesterday and the ground was still wet, so I ran a little farther and came back later."

After he finished his words, Fu Xiaoxiao realized that he was explaining to himself why he didn't come back until this point in the morning.

Such a deliberate explanation seems to be afraid of misunderstanding or something. Fu Xiaoxiao didn't understand Cheng shaozhao's meaning, so he had to quietly bow his head and nod slightly to show that he knew.

Cheng shaozhao glanced slightly from her drooping head. I don't know why, when he saw her, he was in a good mood, although he just said nothing to each other.

During this time, Cheng shaozhao was thinking that maybe all the smiles of the previous 20 years had bloomed on this woman.

It's just that it doesn't feel bad. Cheng shaozhao picked up the spoon with a smile and said, "have breakfast first. After that, I'll take you back."

Fu Xiaoxiao subconsciously wanted to resist Cheng shaozhao sending him back, but I don't know why. When he said it, he was cut off, lowered his head and ate quietly.

The morning light outside has become more and more dazzling, with golden sunshine coming in. Shining on the white marble table, the reflected light is reflected into people's eyes, which inevitably makes them feel a little dazzling.

Cheng shaozhao looks at Fu Xiaoxiao in the halo. For the first time, he has an unrealistic sense of insecurity. It seems that Fu Xiaoxiao will go in the wind the next second. This feeling is very bad.

His handsome eyebrows twisted slightly, and he got up in silence to close the curtain by the window, leaving only a little gap for light transmission.

The original bright and dazzling living room was much darker in an instant, and the soft light made Fu's small eyes more comfortable. She actually wanted to close the curtains before, but she gave up because she wasn't her own home.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in outside, which shook the moon white curtains slightly. The original bright sunshine was scattered in these gaps, just like broken gold.

Cheng Shaozhao's apartment is not high, and the Wutong tree outside is very good. Several trees had already raised their proud neck to the window of Cheng shaozhao's house.

The shadow of the branches and leaves fell to the ground along the wind, full of satisfaction.

In such a quiet and pleasant environment, the fine sunshine has brought some * * to the living room, and the atmosphere is peaceful, which makes people feel at ease.

Sitting opposite is Cheng shaozhao, a young and famous president in Kyoto. Because the identity of that person may be too high and out of reach to a dreamy level.

So that Fu Xiaoxiao sits here in a trance. Is she in a dream? It was really a beautiful dream. Sitting in front of Cheng shaozhao, we had a quiet breakfast together.

Remembering that Cheng shaozhao always prepared breakfast for himself, Fu Xiaoxiao had a little inexplicable warmth in his heart.