Li Qingning nodded seriously and said, "well, didn''t I promise to cook you a meal?" Said, eyes floating to the wall clock, and then whispered to himself: "Oh, so long, may be cold."


    At that moment, Brad had a warm feeling in his heart, and suddenly felt a little trance, as if they were married for many years, and his wife was cooking at home, waiting for his husband''s return.


    Although he grew up in the United States, he was influenced by his parents'' traditional Chinese love.


    He remembers that when he was a child, his father would come back very late every night because of work, but his mother always insisted on making a good dinner, waiting for his father''s return.


    Although the food was often heated several times, every time the family of three had dinner in the deep night, he always felt that it was the best dinner in the world.


    Later, he went to many places and ate all kinds of exquisite dishes made by top chefs, but what he missed most was the ordinary meals that were heated again and again when he was a child.


    Later, the living conditions got better, and my father''s business gradually stabilized. They chose to go to California to provide for the elderly, so they did not have such a time.


    But on this day, the woman, who had just known him, once again gave him this familiar feeling that he missed.


    He looked at her with a deep smile. In the dark, his eyes were shining.


    "I''ll open a bottle of wine." He said, and went to the wine cabinet beside the living room.


    Sitting at the dining table, watching her back as she busily poured the dishes back into the pot, he felt a sudden impulse to step forward and encircle her from behind. But did not get up, afraid of so abrupt her.


    Li Qingning put the dishes on the table again, with a little excited light in his eyes, and a little dazzling in the dim light.


    "Try it. It may not be authentic." She looked at him like a little girl who wanted to be affirmed.


    Brad took a chopstick of sweet and sour spareribs and chewed them carefully. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he nodded to her with approval.


    Li Qingning let go of his slightly suspended heart and said with a curved smile, "I can''t see that you should be more than half of the Americans. You actually like Chinese food."


    While eating fish with relish, he gave her a thumbs up and said, "my mother is also good at cooking Chinese food, but later they moved to California. I''m very busy here, so I can''t go to see them often. I haven''t had such food for a long time."


    His happy expression looks like a child. Looking at the man in front of him, Li Qingning suddenly thinks of Lan Qing. When he ate her dishes, he always had a slight smile in his mouth and satisfied in his eyes, eating up more than half of all the dishes.


    Even once, she forgot to add salt in the soup, but he was still intoxicated with it. She looked at the expression on his face and drank a lot, but it was so light that she could not help frowning.


    It''s supposed to be noon in China now. I don''t know if he has had lunch? I don''t know. Did he think of her when he ate in the lounge on the 28th floor?


    Her eyes dropped and her expression looked a little dignified.


    Brad wiped his mouth with a napkin, poured a little red wine into the glass in front of her, and said, "thank you for the delicious food you made for me today, cheers!" He poured some for himself and raised his glass to her.


    But Li Qingning is still in his own memories, did not hear what he said, just thinking.


    "Qingning?" Brad whispered again tentatively, his glass in the air.


    Pulled back from the memory by his words, she quickly sorted out the expression on her face, hid those things that were about to come out in her heart, and asked softly, "hmm? What? "


    Looking at the sudden change of expression on her face, he asked with concern, "what''s the matter? Are you not feeling well? "


    Her smile looked unnatural. She lowered her eyes and said, "no, maybe I''m tired today."


    Then he raised his glass in front of him, touched his goblet and said, "Brad, thank you for helping me when I was most helpless."


    "Then I''ll accept this beautiful young lady''s thanks. Besides, your cooking is really delicious." He took a sip of the red wine in his glass and picked up his chopsticks to eat.


    A kind of inexplicable mood that even she could not explain clearly surged in her chest, perhaps because she thought of the person she should not have thought of uncontrollably.


    At the moment, Lan Qing is standing in front of the French window on the 28th floor in a suit, like thinking about something, unconsciously playing with the mobile phone with one hand.


    Li Lin came in from the outside and walked behind him. She regained her old style. She was smart and neat, and her face had no emotion. Her expression was serious and cool.


    "Mr. LAN, Miss Shen Xingchen, who used to work in his wife''s studio, is here today."


    Lan Qing didn''t turn around, and her sight still fell on the city at her feet. She said faintly, "you can handle this kind of thing. You don''t have to tell me."


    "But... The personnel department says that there is no suitable position for her now. There is no shortage of people in the front desk and public relations department. She is specially approved by you. Look..."


    Lan Qing turned to look at her, lowered his eyes to think, said: "if you are still short of hands, then leave her to you as an assistant, if you don''t need it, you can arrange it casually, don''t ask me any more."


    "OK, Mr. LAN." She finished, nodded respectfully, turned and walked out of the office.


    He took a deep breath and suddenly regretted the decision. Looking at the people who used to stay by Li Qingning''s side every day, don''t you remind yourself of her more often?


    After that, he shook his head and raised his mouth slightly. There was a bitter smile on his cold face, laughing at his self deception. Even without Shen Xingchen, won''t he always think of her?


    He reached into his trousers and felt for the hard and cold bracelet with his fingertips, just like his heart at the moment.


    He held it tightly in the palm of his hand, took it out and spread it out in front of him. Hai lanbao reflected the faint blue light, like Li Qingning, who was extremely cool.


    "You little girl, if you don''t come back, I''ll be angry." He said softly to the bracelet, and then suddenly laughed at his own stupidity. How did Tang Lan Jiu become what he is today.


    There was a slight knock on the door. He quickly put the bracelet into his trousers and looked up at the door.


    A familiar face came in from the door. The girl didn''t dress as casually as she did last time. She was a little more formal. She was dressed in a small fragrant suit, high-heeled shoes, and long curly hair.


    "You are..." he frowned gently, searching for her name in his mind.