Take a bite of the godly male protagonist, ugh! Love Brain Eat

Shang Jing's office is on the 28th floor, opposite which is his lounge. This entire floor is his private area. Normally, only a few secretaries from the general manager's office can come here to report work to him or deliver documents.

Wei Ying was sitting in a huge lounge that was so big that one had to glance over to see the edge.

She was wearing a thick black down jacket and a black plush hat with a small ball on one side of her head. She sat with her legs together and her hands hanging on her legs, like a well-behaved elementary school student.

He sat motionless for about ten minutes on the leather sofa, which was large enough to seat seven or eight people.

At this time, footsteps were heard at the elevator entrance, and two people approached, one after the other.

Wei Ying clenched her hands slightly on her legs and looked over with some uneasiness in her eyes.

It was the gentleman who had called her earlier. He was holding the cooler bag of little yellow duck he had brought with him. Behind him was Shang Jing, who was half a head taller than him.

The man put the thermal bag on the table next to him, nodded slightly to Wei Ying, said hello, and left.

Shang Jing walked in and saw the girl sitting there obediently, looking at him with eyes like a frightened little animal, which he found a bit funny.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

Because he is the only one on this floor, it is not very popular and the large area makes it look empty, so the temperature is relatively low in winter.

Wei Ying shook her head like a rattle, and Shang Jing turned up the heating a little.

Her hands were still placed obediently on her legs, but the backs of her hands were a little red, because they were frozen from sitting for too long.

The man opened the thermos bag and began to eat at the table.

There were several boxes inside, two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and soup. As soon as the lids were opened, the aroma of the food instantly made people hungry.

He must be hungry, as he ate very quickly, one bite after another. However, his eating manner did not look ugly, in fact, it looked sexy.

As if noticing the furtive gaze, the man suddenly raised his eyes and looked over. The little person on the sofa immediately sat up straighter, and his big watery eyes began to look around, but not in his direction.

Like a little mouse that steals food and becomes nervous and helpless after being discovered by humans.

In less than ten minutes, three servings of food plus a bowl of soup were all gone.

Wei Ying sent him meals for a week, and this was the first time she saw him eating. In the past, he would just send her photos to show that he had finished eating.

She sighed in her heart once again: Mr. Shang really is a good eater. Fortunately, he was born in a wealthy family, otherwise any family with a little financial difficulty would not be able to support him.

"Thank you for the meal, it tastes great." Shang Jing thanked her sincerely and gave her high praise, "It's better than what the company cafeteria cooks."

Wei Ying slightly widened her eyes, waved her hands as if flattered, and said, "You are so polite. This is what I should do."

"Last time, thanks to you for helping me drive that man away."

She was suddenly pushed against the wall by a man who was a little drunk and had drunk a few glasses of wine. She was so scared that her body stiffened and she screamed in fear.

Shang Jing happened to come out to smoke a cigarette. When he heard the noise, he went straight over and kicked the man until he sobered up and apologized repeatedly. Then, seeing that she was trembling and frightened, he drove her back home.

Shang Jing didn't like to talk while eating, so Wei Ying didn't disturb him. Now that he had finished eating, Wei Ying was ready to talk about business. She said that she was very grateful for his help last time and there was nothing she could do to repay him, so she sent him a week's worth of meals as a thank you.

Then, before she could open her mouth, Shang Jing spoke: "I should thank you."

Wei Ying: “?”

"I'm usually very busy and often forget to eat, so my stomach isn't very good."

Shang Jing leaned back in his chair, his long legs bent and spread out, in a very comfortable position: "My meal times are very regular this week, and I get hungry at this time, which wasn't the case before."

Finally, he expressed his sincere thoughts: "You cook delicious food, I like it very much."

What he said made Wei Ying forget all the words she had organized before.

She lowered her eyes slightly, twisted her two slender white hands together, and thought about what she should say next.

Say: Thank you for liking my meal?

It seems a bit strange.

Fortunately, the silence didn't last too long, and the man continued, "So I asked you to come here today because I want to discuss something with you."

"what?"

"I want to hire you as my personal chef, responsible for my two meals a day, and remind me to eat at the right time. After all, I have to manage such a large company, and my body will not be able to bear it if I have a disordered diet for a long time."

After he finished speaking, the girl stared at him blankly for a long time, as if she was digesting what he said.

After a while, she shook her head: "I can't promise you, I have a job."

Although she is just an ordinary flower shop employee, she loves this job and she also likes being with Fu Yuan.

As if he had expected her to refuse, Shang Jing offered her a bargaining chip: "You don't have to do it every day, two or three days a week is fine, and you can set the salary as you like."

Even if she wants 10 million a month, that's fine.

His mother, Ms. Pei, is a diplomat. He was raised by a nanny since he was a child. No one knows where Ms. Pei found the nanny, and her cooking skills are only average. Fortunately, Shang Jing has not been a picky eater since he was a child, and he was raised like this.

As a result, when he grew up, his desire for food was not so strong. No matter how delicious the food was, he would only eat it in moderation. However, the simple home-cooked dishes made by Wei Ying were surprisingly more to his liking than the delicacies from land and sea in a five-star hotel.

He tasted the delicious food for the first time and wanted to experience it for a longer time.

Shang Jing thought, since he had offered such tempting conditions, the girl would definitely agree. After all, she worked in a flower shop with the man from Yan Yan's family, and her monthly salary was at most 10,000 yuan.

But unexpectedly, she still shook her head and refused, then whispered: "In fact, I came here today, in addition to thanking you, I also want to say one more thing. Today is the last time I will bring you food."

"Why?" The man frowned, not understanding. "Did I offend you in any way?"

She just said it was the last time she delivered food, but Shang Jing could hear it as if it was the last time they met.

"No." Wei Ying quickly shook her head, "You helped me, you are my benefactor, but you don't need anything, so I want to cook for you for a few days to repay you."

She called him "you" all the time and was extremely respectful and polite.

She began to twist her fingers nervously again, lowered her head, and said weakly: "Actually, it takes a lot of courage for me to take a taxi to your company every day."

Shang Jing didn't understand what she said.

"You're a very good person." Wei Ying raised her eyes timidly and looked at him from a distance. There was helplessness and struggle on her soft and delicate face. "But I'm still a little afraid of you."

"I'm sorry." She bowed to him solemnly at a 90-degree angle as before, "Please take care of yourself and eat well."

After that, she stood up and left without waiting for a response.

Shang Jing was left staring at the cute little yellow duck on the table with a cold face, wondering what he had done to make the girl afraid of him?