Zhuang Nainai immediately clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Look, eating ginger is still effective. At least you have an expression now!"
Si Zhengting:…
Thinking of this, Zhuang Nainai raised the corners of her lips and suddenly smiled.
Later, every time the two of them ate, she would always pick out the ginger slices and throw them to Si Zhengting.
But in the next few years, she was cold and prone to colds. In order to prevent herself from getting sick and not being able to take care of her mother, and ginger can drive away the cold, she closed her eyes and started eating in the face of the pressure of life.
By now, she has become accustomed to the smell of ginger and doesn't care whether she likes it or not.
However, only Si Zhengting knew about her small preference of eating ginger.
At this moment, the lunch box contained her favorite vegetables, but there was no ginger in it.
She felt a little sore in her eyes.
My heart was suddenly surrounded by a warm current.
She couldn't even remember the trivial things about herself in high school, but why did he still remember every bit of their relationship
While thinking, Zhang Chaowen's voice came over, "What's wrong? Why are you gathering here if you don't work hard? Zhuang Nainai, although you are working overtime now, but... "
When he saw Zhuang Nainai's box of food, he paused and then looked at Zhuang Nainai!
When Zhuang Nainai came back to her senses, she saw Zhang Chaowen's eyes glaring at the lunch box.
There was someone pushing her next to her, "Zhuang Nainai, what's going on?"
How is this going
She also wanted to know what was going on.
But at this moment, Zhuang Nainai could only pretend to be stupid, "I don't know, maybe... the person who delivered the food made a mistake, right?"
This matter can only be explained in this way.
Everyone, look at me and I look at you. Finally, someone sighed, "Zhuang Nainai, you are so lucky!"
Zhuang Nainai smiled kindly at everyone and heard Zhang Chaowen's voice, "The ministerial-level lunch box is special, so this should be mine. Someone probably sent it by mistake."
Zhuang Nainai:...! !
Zhuang Nainai looked back at Zhang Chaowen, a forty-year-old man with a slightly stout figure and a calculating look in his eyes.
As the head of the venue design department of the Emgrand Group, he definitely has no shortage of money to buy this box of lunch, so he is doing this now... purely to suppress her!
Zhuang Nainai took a deep breath. If it was an ordinary lunch box, she would give it to Minister Zhang.
After all, you are a newcomer, so it is better to keep your tail between your legs and be a good person.
But this lunch box may have been specially customized for himself.
This is not just a box of lunch, but...
Thinking of that man's arrogant look, Zhuang Nainai clenched his fists. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, then she raised her head with a smile on her face, "Yes, Minister Zhang, this lunch box should be yours."
As he said this, he walked over, picked up his own meal, and turned around to bring it to Zhang Chaowen. But on the way, he sniffed, and then sneezed twice into the lunch box like "sneeze, sneeze"!
After the beating, he still looked innocent and delivered the lunch box to Minister Zhang with a smile on his face: "Here it is, Minister Zhang!"
Zhang Chaowen:…! !
Thinking of her appearance just now, Zhang Chaowen's face suddenly darkened.
The crowd of spectators around them turned their heads one by one, with expressions on their faces that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Zhang Chaowen looked down at the lunch box again, and there was still an unknown amount of her saliva in it!
He snorted and turned to leave.
Zhuang Nainai also pretended to shout a few times behind him:
(End of chapter)