"Ms. Ye is saying that as a wife, it is indeed my dereliction of duty." Xia Chuwei did not make any excuses and admitted her mistake very calmly. "Thank you for your reminder. I will pay attention in the future and will not let this happen again."

Turning her head, she looked at Huo Yunting.

"Husband, I'm sorry, I've ignored you during this period, but I won't do it anymore."

Ye Lanxue's expression became stiff, and her hand holding the bento bag subconsciously tightened.

When he saw the chopsticks held in Huo Yunting's hand, Ye Lanxue's face looked even more ugly.

If she didn't come in, Huo Yunting should be ready to have a meal.

After glanced at the dishes in the lunch box, Ye Lanxue's eyes moved lightly and looked at Xia Chuwei again.

"Yun Ting's stomach disease has an attack, so it's not suitable to eat too irritating things. The lunch brought by Miss Xia is a side dish that she can't eat if she has stomach problems. Miss Xia, it's better to let Yun Ting eat my lunch today."

Ye Lanxue smiled again and gently opened the bento in her hand.

A strong fragrance drifts in the office air.

The dishes in the bento box are of quite beautiful taste, and you can tell at a glance that they have spent a lot of effort.

Xia Chuwei cooked for Huo Yunting and knew clearly about Huo Yunting's taste.

All the dishes made by Ye Lanxue were liked by Huo Yunting.

Perhaps because he knew that his stomach disease had occurred, the dishes made by Ye Lanxue were much healthier than the lunch she brought, and the color, fragrance and taste were better than hers.

Xia Chuwei's hand was injured. Although it was not that severe, it was really infected with water, and the recovery time would be much slower.

Xia Chuwei did not continue to torment her hands, and she asked Lin's mother to make the lunch.

Lin’s mother has a good cooking skills, but she is even worse than her. In addition, she doesn’t know that Huo Yunting’s stomach disease has occurred, so she doesn’t have much taboos when cooking.

Among the four dishes, two are not suitable for people with stomach problems, but Ye Lanxue specially delivered a stomach-nourishing lunch.

In contrast, Xia Chuwei didn't even have a stance to stop her.

After Ye Lanxue put the dishes one by one, she seemed to suddenly think of something and asked carefully: "Miss Xia, don't you mind, do you?"

The classic quotes of White Lotus are like the kind of green tea that calls out to someone else's husband. After getting the cheaper one, he said to his wife: "I really can't find anyone to help you, so I call you husband. You are so kind, you will definitely not mind, right?"

At this time, if she minds, she will expose her selfishness, because of the jealous woman's affairs, she ignores her husband's body.

If she doesn't mind...

Which woman really wants to see her husband and eat the loving lunch prepared by other women for her husband?

She didn't want to choose either, so Xia Chuwei didn't say anything.

As if she saw her dilemma, the smile on Ye Lanxue's face became deeper.

It seemed that she wanted her to make a choice, Ye Lanxue asked again: "Miss Xia, you won't be angry, right?"

Before Xia Chuwei could speak, Huo Yunting, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"Lanxue."

Ye Lanxue's eyes moved to Huo Yunting's face, with a gentle voice, but his eyes were a little rapid and nervous.

"So many years have passed, and I don't know if my skills are unfamiliar, or whether they are in line with your taste..."

A very simple and ordinary sentence contains a huge amount of information.

Ye Lanxue once cooked for Huo Yunting himself, and the dishes he cooked were very suitable for Huo Yunting's taste.

Xia Chuwei's eyes fell on Ye Lanxue's gentle and faint smile.

The harm Ye Xiaoxiao caused to her was physically.

But Ye Lanxue can accurately insert knives into other people's hearts every time, fast, ruthless, and accurate!

These men can't hear any problems. They are very ordinary words, but when they hear women's ears, they feel uncomfortable like they are stuck in their throats.


Chapter completed!