Just then, Shen Lingxing was finally satisfied, "What delicious food did you make today?" Shen Lingxing glanced sideways, his eyes sweeping towards the bag on his desk.
"Can't you look for yourself!" Mi Jing held a grudge in her heart and didn't give Shen Lingxing a good look.
Haha.
Shen Lingxing chuckled inwardly, finding his wife's sulky look to be uniquely beautiful.
With his long legs pushing against the floor, the swivel chair rolled forward slightly with the force. Then, Shen Lingxing extended his long arm, reaching for the bag containing the lunchboxes, when Mi Jing's small hand slapped his arm, disapprovingly saying, "Do you care about hygiene? Go wash your hands quickly!"
"I'm not washing, nothing could be cleaner than you."
Upon hearing that, Mi Jing's pretty face instantly flushed red, she silently rebuked that this man was too much of a flirt. Perhaps even after practicing for another twenty or thirty years, she wouldn't reach his level!
