BL | Bai Yueguang From Slag Gong And I Have HE [Quick Wear]

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

When Wang Weichu was carried to bed, he stumbled to realize that the compartment behind the wall was a fully furnished bedroom.

For a moment, Wang Weichu even wondered if Cen Yao deliberately asked him to send documents to Cen's family. And not just to cure his father?

However, Wang Weichu quickly dismissed this idea.

How can I think of Cen Yao like this?

Wang Weichu fell softly into the quilt and looked at the partition wall.

Cen Yao went out.

When he came back, he carried a bag in his hand and asked, "What is this?"

Only then did Wang Weichu stick his head out of the bed and stretch his neck. The bag was given to him by Wang Qingzhi, of course he knew what was inside.

But such a thing, for them, is probably something that is not on the table, right?

Wang Weichu said vaguely: "Well...it's just a kind of fruit. It used to grow in my hometown."

"Do you want to eat?" Cen Yao asked.

Wang Weichu unconsciously licked his lower lip, and wanted to eat a little. He hasn't eaten for a long time.

But it's too much trouble to think about. He is now in the quilt and doesn't want to move at all.

"Well..." When Wang Weichu was about to shake his head, he suddenly remembered what Cen Yao said. So he gave a ghostly nod.

Cen Yao took an iPad and handed it to him: "Order dinner first."

Wang Weichu held it in his hand, and the menu page was already on the screen.

Cen Yao carried the bag and walked to a wall. He raised his hand and pressed it down. The wall opened, revealing the small kitchen behind him.

Turns out it wasn't a wall, it was a door.

Wang Weichu couldn't help but wonder: "Do you still have a kitchen in your office?"

"Yeah. Rarely used." Cen Yao said lightly, placed the bag on the cooking table, bent over and took out a bowl from the dishwasher.

The Cen family specially built a kitchen in his office, so that it is convenient to invite chefs to cook for him.

Wang Weichu shifted his position, lay on his side, and looked slantingly in Cen Yao's direction.

He watched Cen Yao roll up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing the lines of his arms, then turn on the faucet to wash the small fruits one by one. After washing it four or five times, I wiped the water from the bowl with a paper towel and brought it out.

"Are you ready?" Cen Yao asked.

Wang Weichu finally regained his senses, got up from the quilt with difficulty, and ordered two random dishes: "Well."

Cen Yao took a blanket and handed it to him, then gave him the bowl: "Eat this first."

Then I took the iPad and ordered a few more dishes before putting it down.

Wang Weichu ate a girl fruit.

A little sweeter than I remembered.

"Is it delicious?" Cen Yao asked suddenly.

"Well."

"I'll try it." Cen Yao said, but did not move.

Wang Weichu was stunned, and tentatively squeezed one and sent it to Cen Yao's lips. Cen Yao lowered his head and put it in his mouth: "...Well, sweet."