After solving the company’s problems, the horizon has become a fish-belly grey.
Aaron Anderson looked at the dim sky and suddenly thought of lamb. Counting that M country was daytime, he made a video call.
“Lamb.”
The man was in high spirits and couldn’t see it at all. He stayed up all night.
“You didn’t sleep?”
Vanessa Simmons saw the faint cyan under the man’s eye socket at a glance.
“No, no.”
Aaron Anderson’s face flashed and his lips smiled.
“You lie.”
Vanessa Simmons whispered.
Aaron Anderson had to tell everything about last night.
“Fu huan?”
Vanessa Simmons frowned. “Didn’t you send him to the East Island?”
Aaron Anderson snorted. “That place can’t hold him.”
“Well,”
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Eat…”
Before Vanessa Simmons could finish speaking, he saw a group of people in suits standing respectfully at the door with exquisite boxes in their hands.
“Miss Su.”
Vanessa Simmons looked back at the man’s handsome eyebrow eye. “You arranged it? What is it?”
“Just take it apart and see.”
Aaron Anderson said with a smile.
Vanessa Simmons opened a box and his eyes closed.
A tiramisu with exquisite workmanship and faint sweet smell appeared in front of us.
She looked back at the man, her eyes puzzled.
Does she look like a foodie?
“Open the second one and have a look.”
Vanessa Simmons opened another one, which was also a dessert, Nablum.
There are also chocolate Explosicum cakes, durian cakes, red bean cakes…
A dazzling array of desserts.
Vanessa Simmons’s eyes stiffened as he looked at the box.
Is she exposing her weakness to Aaron Anderson?
“I don’t like it.”
Her tone is very weak, but her eyes are straight at tiramisu.
Aaron Anderson naturally saw it, and the smile on his face deepened gradually.
“Well, then I’ll let them throw it away.”
“Wait.”
Vanessa Simmons frowned. ‘throw it away?”
“Well,” Aaron Anderson said slowly, “if you don’t eat it, I’ll let others throw it away.”
‘throw it away?”
Vanessa Simmons’s voice is incredible. “How much food is wasted.”
“But you don’t want to eat it.”
Vanessa Simmons Silence.
She thinks the man did it on purpose, but she has no proof.
“Otherwise, you will be reluctant to eat?”
Aaron Anderson smiled and gave her a step.
“All right, then.”
Vanessa Simmons said a little awkward and a little proud, “You let me eat, not what I want to eat.”
“Good.”
The smile on Aaron Anderson’s lips never stopped.
Vanessa Simmons ate five tiramisu, two Napoleons, a red bean crisp, and a large glass of orange juice. At last he couldn’t eat any more, and divided the rest among Sarah Miller and Amy.
The students got exquisite cakes, and their impression of Vanessa Simmons changed a lot, except for one person.
That is Lin Rou.
…
Lin Rou looked gloomy and knocked over all the cakes on the table, looking at Su Ya coldly.
“What do you mean?”
Su Ya was at a loss: “Sorry Rourou, I didn’t know you didn’t like these cakes, I’ll take them away for you…”
“You still don’t understand what I mean?!”
Lin Rou’s voice is some sharp. “I hate the owner of cakes, Vanessa Simmons! Su Ya, do you have a brain?”
Su Ya looked at Lin Rou blankly.
She was looking at cakes in the classroom before she thought about bringing some to Lin Rou, but she didn’t expect to be scolded by a sweeping scolding, and the whole person was overwhelmed.
Lin Rou looked at her, the tone was slow, and a smile was reluctantly hung on her face. “Yaya, I didn’t mean that, but Vanessa Simmons treated me like that…”