218: C218 A Perfect Match

C218 A Perfect Match

The soft touch made Ye Mingchen's eyes darken. He gently rubbed the ointment on his burnt arm.

Bai Youyou's eyelashes trembled slightly, but it did not hurt. The ointment rubbed on the wound was cool and comfortable, and it reduced a lot of pain. Ye Mingchen's face was right in front of her. She looked at his face and saw his delicate facial features.

This person that looked like a painting really existed.

She controlled her drifting thoughts and saw that the ointment had already filled up the wound. Bai Youyou's hand pulled back. "It's done. . . "

"Yes, it's done. "

Ye Mingchen focused his eyes and realized that his thoughts were wandering just now. He let go of Bai Youyou's hand and put the burn ointment back into the medical kit.

The desk was a mess. The documents were all stained with coffee. The regulations on it could not be seen clearly, so he could only find backup copies.

Ye Mingchen stood next to the office chair. Bai Youyou hesitated for a moment before standing up. She said softly, "Do you want some water?"

"Yes. "

Ye Mingchen's words were as valuable as gold. Bai Youyou did not care much and took the guest cup to pour a cup of warm water by the water dispenser.

She handed the cup to him and Ye Mingchen raised his hand to take it. He touched her warm fingertips again.

Bai Youyou took a deep breath in her heart: Relax, relax!

She smiled faintly and asked, "Why did Director Ye come here personally?"

Ye Mingchen drank some water and looked at the door.

The cleaner knocked on the door. Bai Youyou only came in after she said she would invite him in.

After cleaning, the cleaner closed the door.

Bai Youyou looked at Ye Mingchen and was about to ask him questions again.

"Have you had lunch?"

"Yes? No. "

Ye Mingchen was the first to speak. When he heard Bai Youyou's reply, his expression was unnatural. He said, "Together?"

Bai Youyou's heart trembled as she smiled and said, "Is there something you want to talk about?"

Ye Mingchen frowned and let out a low hum from his throat.

"Alright. "

Bai Youyou took out the document to collaborate with Ye Family Group from the bookshelf and thought about Ye Mingchen's taste. She picked up her phone and prepared to set the location.

Ye Mingchen liked Japanese food, and the Japanese food restaurant downstairs was very authentic. He had to make an appointment before dinner time to get a seat.

As she booked, she said, "Then let's go eat Japanese food. Is there anything Director Ye wants to eat?"

"If you don't want Japanese food, you can choose what you want to eat. "

Ye Mingchen recalled Bai Youyou's pregnancy last time and could not help frowning. She knew that she could not smell that kind of taste, but she still chose to eat Japanese food.

Was it because she knew he liked it?

He looked at Bai Youyou, who was looking down at her phone. She was looking down at the information on the shops. Her gentle voice was like the sweetest music.

"Let me take a look. "0

Bai Youyou looked at the stores on the subscription software. She frowned and thought about the dishes that Ye Mingchen liked. She had a lot of choices, but she did not know the specific taste of the restaurants.

In the end, she chose a restaurant in China. It could be said that she was meticulous and meticulous. The food in the restaurant should not be too bad.

This one.

When she walked out of the office with Ye Mingchen, Bai Youyou brought a white handbag with her this time. It was one of the gifts Ning Shu brought for her when she went on a vacation. It was very suitable for her white dress today.

It was lunch time. The employees of Bai Family Consortium should also rest and eat lunch. They came out of their workplaces and discussed what to eat for lunch in groups of three to five.

Ye Mingchen and Bai Youyou walked out of the special elevator. There was a black suit, sharp and handsome, a long white dress, long hair reaching to the waist, gentle and dignified.

It was impossible for the two of them not to attract attention when they stood together.

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