Workplace relationship

  As expected, Chen Ran found out that he had to work overtime again at night. Lately, there have been a lot of things going on and he felt a bit lazy. He looked up at Su Qiao who was also working with his head down, and the corners of Chen Ran's mouth curved into an arc.

  Su Qiao felt a little feverish, and involuntarily lifted her head, but didn't expect to directly meet Chen Ran's gaze, her face instantly turning bright red. "What are you looking at me for? Don't you have work to do?"

  "I might have to work overtime tonight, do you want to head back first?" Chen Ran said with his hand propping up his head, gazing at Su Qiao with warm eyes.

  Chen Ran's gentle and affectionate gaze made Su Qiao feel embarrassed, she lowered her head slightly and said softly: "I haven't finished dealing with things on my end yet, I'll go back with you."

  "But I'm a bit hungry, what to do?" Chen Ran sighed a long breath, as if very wronged.

  Su Qiao shook off the goosebumps on his body, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and Chen Ran was still selling him cute expressions. How shameful! "Are you sick? Why are you talking in this tone?"

  Chen Ran waved his hand and said, "No, I'm just hungry. If you don't go cook for me now, I'll get sick."

  "Hmm, I didn't know that. Su Qiao reluctantly stood up and tidied up the documents. 'I'll go home and make it for you right away, but why not just order takeout?' His culinary skills were nothing special, so why would he want to eat something made by his own hands?"

  Chen Ran pulled out his mobile phone from his pocket and tossed it to Su Qiao, "Zhou Ting said she's already waiting for you at my place, she'll teach you."

  She had actually been prepared to blackmail him, and it seemed that as a nanny, she should have done so. Opening the text message, Su Qiao saw the message left by Zhou Ting, and in her heart, that sour and astringent feeling floated up again, "Oh, I'll go back first."

  Looking at Su Qiao's fleeing figure, Chen Ran rubbed his eyebrows in a somewhat helpless manner, "Wait, I haven't finished speaking yet. I've already asked the driver to wait for you downstairs, don't hitch a ride randomly."

  "Your home is so far from the company, you'll starve to death if I come and go like this?" Only then did Su Qiao think of this problem, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. He was going to follow Zhou Ting to learn how to cook later, wouldn't that take even longer?

  Chen Ran shook his head, a hint of teasing on his handsome face. "It's okay, I can wait for you. Besides, I only want to eat what you make with your own hands. What are we going to do about that?"

  "This is obviously a case of being possessed by an evil spirit, why does everything feel so strange today? Su Qiao twitched the corner of his mouth, 'Alright, I'll go make it for you. Don't blame me when you're starving later.'"

  "Alright, go quickly, Zhou Ting has been waiting for a long time and will get anxious again." Chen Ran lowered his head to continue working, he didn't want to sleep in the office after all, there was no warmth of Su Qiao in his arms.

  "En." Su Qiao turned his back to Chen Ran, covering his own heart, feeling a bit suffocated. Was Chen Ran worried that Zhou Ting would be bored? For some reason, he suddenly felt his good impression of Zhou Ting slowly fading away.

  As soon as he went downstairs to the company entrance, Su Qiao saw the driver mentioned by Chen Ran. He twitched his mouth, and he couldn't believe that it was actually Fang Yu. Was Fang Yu doing so many part-time jobs? "The driver Chen Ran mentioned is you?"

  "Wipe, I was just saying send you home, how did it become a driver, I...” Fang Yu took a deep breath, afraid that he would scold out something indecent, and looked around Su Qiao's back with a somewhat sneaky gaze, "The president didn't come downstairs, did he?"

  After Fang Yu did this, Su Qiao suddenly felt that all her bad mood was gone. "No, you hurry up and send me back, or Chen Ran will be starving to death."

  "Tsk, tsk, I'm not saying it, but Ah Qiao, what's your relationship with the president?" Fang Yu blinked his eyes curiously and asked.

  Su Qiao walked past Chen Ran and went straight into the car, her faint words almost floating in the air, "We're just work-related."