Quick Wear: She Became the Beloved of the Short-lived Male Supporting Character

Chapter 295: The Cannon Fodder Male Supporting Character in a Romance Story (10)

She shook her head like a rattle.

Seeing that he was serious, Jiang Wan slowly moved over and sat awkwardly on the edge of a chair.

The light in his eyes softened and he pushed the plate towards her. Only when he saw her reaching for the chopsticks did he look away.

She said her cooking was delicious, and Song Huaizhi originally thought it was just above average. But when he really tasted the food, he realized that her cooking skills were comparable to those of a hotel chef.

Song Huaizhi took out his mobile phone and typed a line of words: Have you ever learned to cook specially before?

She shook her head: I didn’t learn it on purpose. I have been around the kitchen ever since I can remember. Later, I learned how to use the Internet and started learning online. Maybe God closed a door for me and opened a window for me in cooking.

He nodded: It seems that I am very lucky to have hired a great chef.

Her cheeks flushed and she smiled shyly: I'm not a great chef, but you can tell me what you like to eat. If I don't know how to cook, I can learn. I learn things very quickly.

Song Huaizhi nodded: If I want to eat something one day, I will send it to you.

She nodded heavily.

Before Song Huaizhi left home, he worriedly told her a bunch of things. He would not be back for lunch, so she could use the kitchen as she pleased. He usually got home at six o'clock, and if he was delayed by something, he would let her know.

She could also wait for him to come back before preparing dinner.

When Song Huaizhi reached the door, he turned back and repeated the password to her again, telling her to give him a video call if she had any questions.

He also gave her his assistant's number, and if she couldn't contact him, she could send a message to his assistant.

The door closed, and System 520 sighed: Those who know you are in an employment relationship, while those who don’t think you have a ancestor in the house. He just missed telling you not to forget to breathe.

Jiang Wan ignored its teasing and her eyes fell on a pot of green plants on the balcony. There was a gentle warmth in her eyes. Such a good person should not become cannon fodder in other people's lives. He should live a long life.

……

"Learn sign language?"

Assistant An Ze took the document handed over by his boss and asked in surprise why his boss suddenly wanted to find a sign language training class for him?

An Ze thought of the little girl who came yesterday and tried hard to suppress his gossiping heart, but he still couldn't help asking, "Boss, why did you suddenly want to learn this? You and that little girl..."

"She had nowhere to go, so I arranged a job for her to cook at my house. After all, we live under the same roof, and learning something about this will help facilitate communication," Song Huaizhi said in a flat tone.

The other party spoke frankly, as if if he thought too much, he would have a dirty mind.

But An Ze couldn't help but glance at the person sitting on the office chair with a strange look.

According to the boss, isn't it just finding a nanny?

The key point is who would learn sign language specifically for a little nanny? They say it is for the convenience of communication, but in fact it is for the convenience of the little girl.

An Ze adjusted his thoughts and said that he would help him find a training class specializing in sign language as soon as possible.

Just as he was leaving with the documents, Song Huaizhi suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, just in case, I left your cell phone number with her. If she can't get in touch with me, she will call you. If you receive any message, don't forget to tell me as soon as possible."

Anze: "..."

Are you looking for a nanny instead of a girlfriend?

……

At lunch time, Song Huaizhi received her message.

She sent him two photos of fresh vegetables displayed on the shelves in the vegetable section of the supermarket, and asked him if there were any vegetables he wanted to eat.

His brows softened, and in order not to embarrass the other party, he casually mentioned two home-cooked dishes, and the other party responded with an expression of receiving it.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and this expression looks like her, so cute.

As the boss, he also gets off work on time at 5:30.

When Song Huaizhi arrived at the door of his house, he unconsciously loosened his tie with one hand, adjusted his cufflinks, looked down at his dust-free shoes, made sure there was nothing wrong, and entered the password to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door, a rich fragrance hit his nose. Although he was not hungry, his stomach made a rumbling sound the moment he smelled the aroma.

He changed his shoes and walked to the kitchen with the small cake in his hand.

She was plating up the food.

Song Huaizhi put the cake on the dining table, took off his coat and put it on the chair, then walked to the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up. He walked up to her so that she could see him, then washed his hands and asked her if she needed any help.

She smiled and shook her head: It's fine now.

Song Huaizhi helped prepare the dishes and chopsticks.

After the food was served, he also let her sit down before sitting down opposite her. He pushed the cake in his hand towards her.

"The company prepared afternoon tea, and there was an extra portion, so I brought it back. I don't like sweets, so you can keep it. If you don't want to eat it tonight, put it in the refrigerator and wait until tomorrow."

She nodded heavily.

They both picked up their chopsticks, and Song Huaizhi noticed that her hand holding the chopsticks was shaking.

The man frowned, and without thinking, he tapped the table to attract her attention. When she looked at him, he pointed at her wrist and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

She moved her wrist slightly, her brows suddenly furrowed, and then she put her hand down as if nothing had happened.

She typed it for him to see: Today when I was coming out of the supermarket, I bumped into a kid. I didn’t stand firmly and fell down. Maybe I twisted it accidentally, it’s no big deal.

Seeing that her wrist could still move, I knew that the problem was not serious, but I couldn't say that there was no problem.

Song Huaizhi showed a disapproving look, then stood up and walked towards the living room.

Jiang Wan hesitated for a moment and followed him out of the restaurant.

He walked to the TV cabinet in the living room, squatted down and took out a medicine box from it, turned around and saw someone not far away from him. His eyes softened and he waved for her to come closer.

Jiang Wan took a few steps.

At his signal, she stretched out her slender white wrist.

The man did not think much about it. He poured the medicinal wine into his palm, rubbed it to warm it up, and then covered his palm with the delicate, white skin, which was as smooth as silk. A slightly cool and soft touch came from his palm.

Only then did Song Huaizhi realize how intimate his behavior was. His back suddenly stiffened. It was not right to move his hand away, and it was not right not to move his hand away.

His Adam's apple moved, and he raised his eyelids and looked at her calmly.

Her eyes were all on the medicinal wine. It was unclear whether she thought the wine tasted bad or was afraid of the pain, but she clenched her teeth, with a stern face, looking extremely serious.

Seeing that she didn't care about the place where they touched, he forced himself to calm down, applied a little force with his palm, and smeared the medicinal wine on her wrist.