Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

"What do you want to eat?" he asked Chu Hua.

Chu Hua bit her lip and hesitated for a long time: "What do you usually eat?"

Han Shangyan looked at her greedy and reserved appearance, and found it funny in his heart, but his face remained calm: "Box lunch."

"Boxed lunch?" Chu Hua's eyes widened in disbelief. "Eating boxed lunches every day?"

She imagined a big boss like Han Shangyan, sitting in front of the computer in a suit and tie, eating food from a foam plastic box. The more she thought about it, the more incongruous it seemed.

"Yeah." Han Shangyan nodded, with a bit of helplessness in his tone: "It's like this in all clubs. The training schedule is tight, so there's no time to go out to eat."

"Then I want to eat a box lunch too..."

Chu Hua finished speaking and added: "Same as you."

Han Shangyan looked at her sparkling eyes, which seemed to be filled with tiny starlight, and a soft spot in his heart was touched. He originally wanted to take her out for a good meal, but seeing her persistence, he couldn't say no.

"Okay." There was a hint of imperceptible fondness in his deep voice, "Same as you."

Han Shangyan picked up his phone and called the club: "Two identical lunch boxes, send to my office."

On the other end of the line, I could still hear the noisy keyboard tapping and shouting of the team members during training, mixed with the faint complaints of demo: "Boss, are you ordering another box lunch? My stomach is protesting!"

Han Shangyan ignored demo's wailing, gave a brief explanation and hung up the phone. When he turned around, he saw Chu Huan staring at him with curiosity.

Those clear big eyes were full of curiosity, like a little deer waiting to be fed.

Soon, two hot lunch boxes were delivered. Chu Hua looked at the ordinary foam plastic box in front of her, and she carefully opened the lid. The aroma of food filled her nose. Although it was not a delicacy, it was delicious.

"Try it." Han Shangyan handed her the chopsticks.

Chu Hua picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in her mouth. The meat was soft and glutinous, fat but not greasy, and the sauce was rich. The taste was unexpectedly good. Her eyes lit up and she couldn't help but pick up another piece.

Han Shangyan looked at her eating with gusto, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously. He suddenly felt that eating a box lunch with his beloved seemed to be a different kind of romance.

Han Shangyan carefully put the dishes from his lunch box into Chu Hua's lunch box piece by piece. Braised pork, sweet and sour spare ribs, shredded pork with fish flavor, and even the pitiful handful of broccoli were transferred over.

Chu Hua was enjoying her meal when she was suddenly interrupted by this action. Her chopsticks stopped in mid-air and she looked at Han Shangyan blankly. The food in her lunch box had piled up into a small mountain and was about to overflow.

"You...you don't want to eat?" Chu Hua blinked her big eyes and asked again.

Yes, it was the same last time.

Han Shangyan looked at her, his eyes so gentle that they could drip water: "I'm not hungry, you eat."

Chu Hua felt a warm current in her heart. She picked up another piece of braised pork and put it into her mouth, saying vaguely: "But... it's too much, I can't finish it..."

"If you can't finish it, leave some." Han Shangyan's tone was domineering, but with a hint of imperceptible doting.

Chu Huan secretly glanced at him and found that he was staring at her intently, his eyes were focused and deep, as if he wanted to suck her in. Her cheeks were slightly hot and her heartbeat inexplicably accelerated.

"You...why are you looking at me?" Chu Huan lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye.

Han Shangyan chuckled and ruffled her hair: "Watch you eat."

These four simple words made Chu Hua feel like she was electrocuted, and her whole body felt numb. She felt her face getting even redder, like a ripe apple.

"Eat it quickly. It won't taste good if it gets cold." Han Shangyan withdrew his hand and his tone returned to its usual calm.

Chu Huan then picked up her chopsticks again and ate in small bites. She found that the dishes Han Shangyan brought over seemed to taste much better than the ones she brought herself.

Han Shangyan sat on the sofa opposite the desk, watching Chu Hua concentrating on enjoying her lunch box.

He couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Hanhuan, I think you shouldn't eat boxed lunches with me. We should go out and eat something better." Han Shangyan frowned, a peculiar kind of self-blame in his tone.

Chu Huan swallowed a mouthful of rice, raised her head, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She tilted her head slightly and smiled cutely: "What did you say? I think this lunch box is really delicious."

She muttered to herself, picked up another piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, her face full of happiness.

Han Shangyan shook his head helplessly. He knew that Chu Hua was such a simple and pure person. No amount of fancy words could describe her true self. In this seemingly cold world, Chu Hua's straightforwardness and simplicity melted the ice in his heart that had been there for many years.

As night fell, the city lights outside the window were bright, reflecting the documents on Han Shangyan's desk. He sat opposite Chu Hua, watching her concentrate on dealing with the mountain of lunch boxes in front of her, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. This lovely girl always touched the softest part of his heart inadvertently.

At this moment, Chu Hua's cell phone rang. She put down her chopsticks and glanced at the caller ID on the screen. "Oh, it's my sister." She whispered and answered the call.

"Huanhuan, where are you? Are you still with Han Shangyan? It's getting dark, why don't you go home quickly?" Tong Nian's slightly anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

Chu Hua held the phone in her hand. The light in the hall made her face look particularly soft. She pursed her lips slightly, and said in a sweet and coquettish tone, "Sister, I'm still here with Han Shangyan. I'll stay for a while."

Tong Nian heard the sweetness in Chu Hua's voice, and her heart was alarmed. Thinking of Han Shangyan, the old man, she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"Huanhuan, do you know that it's already very late? Han Shangyan is an old man, who knows if he has any ill intentions." Tong Nian said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Chu Huan's shoulders trembled when she heard this, and she quickly covered the microphone with her hand. She glanced cautiously towards Han Shangyan, afraid that he might hear her.

It was a dark night, and the moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the spacious office. After Chu Huan hung up the phone, she carefully raised her head and looked at Han Shangyan who was sitting not far away.

She felt a little nervous, fearing that he had heard Tong Nian say "old man".

"Well...my sister is just worried that I'll come home too late." Chu Hua smiled awkwardly and tried to explain.

Han Shangyan was not angry, but instead raised a faint smile: "I know."