President, please comfort me.

Tang Chao and Ye Lin felt it was time to put some pressure on Xiao He. Before leaving, the two, who were mostly just watching the show and not really concerned, discussed it for a long time in the garage and sent Xiao He a cryptic message in the group chat.

Tang Dynasty: You're doomed. Your wife not only didn't invite you to dinner, she didn't even think of you when packing your leftovers.

Ye Lin: You're doomed. Your wife not only didn't invite you to dinner, she didn't even think of you when she packed your leftovers.

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After Tang Chao and Ye Lin left, Xiao He leaned back in his office chair and thought about the food that A Chen had mentioned that girls liked to eat. So he told A Chen to go back to Chunfengli to rest early, while he left work early and drove to "Tang Yue".

Because it was getting late, and he was worried that the ingredients might not be fresh or that there wouldn't be enough variety, he had someone look up the owner of Tangyue and then personally called him, asking him to arrange for his staff to make a fresh batch of all the food in the shop as quickly as possible.

Although the owner of Tangyue had never met Xiao He before, he immediately knew who the visitor was. He was so nervous that he rushed from home to the shop.

While Wen Qi and the others were eating, Xiao He was starving and carefully selecting freshly baked pastries in the shop.

Looking at the exquisite and delicate pastries in front of him, Xiao He imagined how Wen Qi would look upon seeing these delicacies, and felt much more at ease.

Apologize sincerely, and hopefully she won't be angry anymore.

It took nearly an hour for Xiao He to take away almost 60% of the pastries and drinks from the shop. The owner thoughtfully asked the staff to help deliver them to Chunfengli.

Two cars drove into the courtyard one after the other. Ah Chen naturally heard the unusual sounds. He quickly got up and leaned out the window, watching three or four waiters following Xiao He, carrying a large cart of food from the car into the main building. He was stunned. What was going on?

Xiao He told him to come back and rest, and A-Chen naturally dared not disobey. No matter how curious he was, he did not sneak out to take a look.

As Xiao He sat on the sofa, watching the restaurant gradually fill with desserts and drinks, he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness.

She was afraid that if Wen Qi came back too early, she wouldn't be prepared to say what she wanted to say, and she would be tongue-tied and fail at the last minute.

Fortunately, everything was ready before Wenqi returned.

Xiao took out his phone when he had a spare moment. He saw messages from his two close friends, narrowed his eyes, and immediately replied: ?

He glanced at the time and realized it was already eight o'clock. He was a little annoyed: "Are you two refugees? Taking so long to eat a meal? Hurry up and bring them back to me."

Ye Lin rarely saw Xiao He anxious, and he was incredibly cheeky: "He was sent back to the company a long time ago, and a lot of food was packed up. I wonder where he went? Didn't he go home?"

Xiao He quickly figured out where Wen Qi had gone. He felt frustrated but had no choice but to continue waiting at home.

Wen Qi retrieved the electric scooter and went to Yang Xu's place. The injuries on his face had healed somewhat, and his face looked much cleaner and more normal than it had a couple of days ago.

He had little appetite, so he ate his takeout haphazardly, and then he heard someone open the door.

Wen Qi walked in carrying a familiar bag.

The enticing aroma immediately whetted Yang Xu's appetite, and he eagerly took the piece, exclaiming, "You actually went to Sister Cui's place secretly!"

"It's been a long time since I've been there. I was treating someone to dinner, and I ended up at another place. Come on, eat up, it's still warm." Wen Qi poured herself a glass of water and sat down opposite him.

She asked, "How's the wound? Is it getting better?"

Yang Xu tilted his head left and right to show her: "It's nothing, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Wen Qi looked ahead and saw that she was indeed much better, which relieved her a lot. She smiled and said, "That's good. I was worried that if I was disfigured, you would have to stay single forever."

Yang Xu, unaware of her deep thoughts, looked up at her and said, "Good heavens, how could that be? Don't curse me."

"Hehe, okay, you eat then, I'm leaving now, I'll bring you something delicious tomorrow night." Wen Qi touched her nose, got up and prepared to leave.

Yang Xu saw her to the door: "Why are you in such a hurry to go back? Drive carefully."

When Wen Qi returned to Chunfengli, she saw that the small lights in the courtyard were on and the lobby on the first floor was also brightly lit. She was a little surprised, but she did not show it and calmly walked in.

As soon as Xiao He heard the noise, he stood up from the sofa. He saw Wen Qi enter the room and bend down to change her shoes, so he immediately went over to her.

To his surprise, Wen Qi completely ignored him and turned to walk towards the stairs.

Xiao He panicked and caught up with her in a few steps. He reached out and grabbed her wrist from behind. His deep voice rang out, with a hint of ingratiation: "I apologize. I was too harsh the other day. I... that wasn't my intention."

Wen Qi turned around, shoved his hand away, her face expressionless, her tone distant like a stranger's, completely different from when they were having lunch: "No, there's nothing to apologize for." Then she turned to leave.

Seeing this, Xiao He gritted his teeth, picked the person up with one hand, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and carried him towards the restaurant.

At the same time, Wen Qi struggled fiercely, slapping Xiao He's back and lower back repeatedly with both hands, showing no mercy whatsoever.

She snapped angrily, "What are you doing! Are you crazy? Put me down!"

Xiao He, unusually good-natured, let her scold and beat him. He stretched out his other free hand to clear a corner of the dining table, carefully placed the person on it, and then placed his hands on either side of her, leaning down to stand in front of her.

Enraged, Wen Qi slapped Xiao He hard on the chest with all her might, but to her surprise, he didn't utter a sound or dodge, taking the blow head-on.

Wen Qi was somewhat surprised. Her angry eyes rolled upwards and glanced at Xiao He's sharply defined face.

Xiao He stared straight at Wen Qi, intending to let her vent her anger to her heart's content. He even frantically slapped her hand against his face, but his attitude and tone were unusually gentle: "Are you calm now? Here, I'll slap your face too."

Wen Qi still retained a sliver of reason, so of course she couldn't actually hit him in the face. Her hand was held tightly by him, and although she struggled at first, she gradually stopped moving.

The two remained locked in a stalemate. For some reason, an inexplicable emotion welled up in Wen Qi's heart, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears. She didn't say a word, but simply lowered her head quietly.

Xiao He gently rubbed the back of her hand, bent down and slowly approached her, looking ingratiating: "I bought you a small cake, want to try it?"

Wen Qi glanced at the things on the table. She was still quite bothered by what he had said that day. After thinking for a moment, she looked up and deliberately retorted, "How could I let you spend so much? I can't afford sports cars and jewelry, but I have enough money for cakes. If you want to eat one, you can buy it yourself."

In fact, Xiao He had already regretted it. Although he was furious at the time, what he said was indeed very inappropriate. Hearing Wen Qi say this, he felt a mix of emotions and was very uncomfortable.

Noticing Wen Qi's reddened eyes, he reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. His hoarse voice revealed a hint of helplessness and guilt: "Don't cry, don't cry. I apologize. Do whatever you want with me, okay?"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Don't say things like that to upset me, it makes me feel bad."

Wen Qi wasn't so easily coaxed. She turned her head away from his hand, sniffed, and remained unmoved: "Go away, I want to go back to my room."