Feng Sujin felt warm in her heart as she listened to Jun Mohan's concerned and gentle voice.
When she saw that he was so well, she felt relieved.
She was worried about her Mr. Jun, so she made lunch herself and sent it over.
Feng Sujin pouted and said coquettishly: "Every time I see you, I can't help it!"
Jun Mohan stroked Feng Sujin's hair lovingly, "Good boy, let's go in and eat!"
Feng Sujin was as happy as a child, "Okay."
Now everyone in Beiquan City knew about their relationship, so no one would be surprised if she followed Jun Mohan in.
But many people in the political department were surprised when they saw Mayor Jun coming in with the mayor's wife.
Especially when they saw Mayor Jun, who had always been stunningly cool and cool, so full of warmth, many people took a breath in their hearts.
It turns out that Mayor Jun still has such a tender side. Is this the so-called turning of steel into softness
No one knew that Nalan Yunqing, who was sitting by the window in the cafeteria, saw the scene downstairs outside the dignitary building.
His hand holding the chopsticks was slightly tight, but his expression was as elegant as ever, making it difficult to distinguish his emotions.
Du Zhe ate for a long time and found that Nalan Yunqing opposite him had been looking under the window and not eating.
He followed his gaze downstairs and saw nothing.
"Team leader, you... why don't you eat? Is the food not to your liking? How about I go out and buy it myself... "
Nalan Yunqing stood up calmly, "No need, I'm full."
Du Zhe looked at the barely touched food box and opened his eyes with some suspicion. Could it be that Young Master Nalan was in a bad mood and couldn't eat because he didn't find anything out during the morning investigation
Du Zhe guessed, convinced, and thought to himself that he must perform well in the afternoon, ask questions, and continue to investigate the large-scale mobilization of troops in Beiquan City a week ago.
Nalan Yunqing rubbed his eyebrows and prepared to go to the lounge to rest.
But when he walked through the corridor on the rest floor, he seemed to hear some sounds coming from a certain lounge. His steps paused slightly and he couldn't help but look in that direction.
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The glass in the lounge is very blurry, but also slightly transparent, allowing people to vaguely see two people eating inside.
Feng Sujin cooked several dishes and put them out one by one when she came to the lounge. "When I was at home, you would cook for me. From now on, I will be fine and come to deliver meals to you at noon. The one from the canteen No matter how good the food is, it can't be as good as cooking it yourself."
Jun Mohan's eyes were as gentle as water. He was not in a hurry to eat, but just like at home, he was used to taking care of Feng Sujin's meals and providing her with food.
"You need to eat more. Didn't breakfast taste good?"
Feng Sujin blushed and looked at Jun Mohan in surprise, how did he know
Jun Mohan sighed, flicked her forehead, and said dotingly and helplessly: "You, little lazy cat, I really don't trust you if I leave you alone at home."
He was just guessing, but judging from her expression, it was obvious that she hadn't eaten breakfast.
If he hadn't come here in the morning to have a morning meeting, he wouldn't have come so early. If he had known that he would have at least prepared breakfast for her at home, but she would be cold when she woke up...
Jun Mohan shook his head helplessly. He felt like he had a little wife beside him. He couldn't help but care about her and miss her. There was something that he was afraid of melting when he held it in his mouth, and he was afraid of falling when he held it in his hand. Feel.