Chapter 391
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
He glances at her with a withered look . Then, he lifts his foot and kicks his shirt aside as he heads to the water dispenser . When he walks back to his desk, he finds the dark red lunchbox on the floor . He squints at his desk and stares at the lunch his secretary got for him . His eyes change, and he finally raises his lips . “Are you hungry?”
She realizes he isn’t talking to himself . An Chuxia’s hand unconsciously rubs her stomach like she’s hungry . She’s not… Okay, she is really hungry!
Taking her silence as a response, Han Qilu pulls down the handle of the box and disassembles the kit on the table . His face softens, and says, “Wife, let’s have our love lunch together . ”
An Chuxia turns crimson and her eyes focus on his . “You’re such a man . You don’t know anything at all!”
Although it took this much for her to be persuaded, she reluctantly walks over to the sofa, and sits behind the coffee table . He may have invited her for them to eat together, but Han Qilu just hurriedly ate a few mouthfuls before continuing to approve the documents . He gave her the rest of the lunch . It’s safe to say she ate three servings herself .
This kind of fullness is something ordinary people won’t be able to understand . So when Han Qilu is finished with his documents, she has already fallen asleep on the table . He’s slightly annoyed, but with lithe movement, Han Qilu moves next to her, leans over and moves the strands of hair that have fallen over her sleeping face .
In her sleep, she seems insecure . Her brows are wrinkled . His wife shouldn’t look like a sorrowful elderly woman sleeping for over half a year .
Han Qilu feels distressed . All he wants to do is leave her a kiss on the forehead .
Her phone rings .
Damn it! Han Qilu curses in his heart while An Chuxia suddenly opens her eyes . She’s slightly confused . But when she sees his face so close to hers, her confusion turns into surprise .
“What are you doing?!” She suddenly stands up as she frowns at him .
A man who failed at a sneak attack! Damn the ringtone .
Han Qilu purses his lips and points to her pocket . “Just wanted to let you know your phone is ringing . ”
An Chuxia hears the ringtone, and presses the answer button . On the other side of the phone is Xiao Mingluo’s flat voice . “How’s it going, An Chuxia? How did the love-lunch date go? Is little Han Qilu happily dancing? No need to say thank you . Can you just owe me a favor?”
“Owe you nothing! If you do something this boring in the future, you can see the king himself!” An Chuxia doesn’t answer with good spirits . Dancing? This bastard, Qilu, has emotions that fluctuate . She is left sleeping on the table, and she could’ve been left to die there needlessly .
“A girl shouldn’t swear!” Xiao Mingluo shamelessly chides her . “An Chuxia, see my true intentions… . ”
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