Huo Li was feeling wronged, as his heart was wailing in discontent. He was used and like a tool he was kept away once the task was accomplished. No money, no smile, not even a thank-you! Poor Huo Li, poor Huo Li.
But it was that hug between the two lovebirds that had added up to his comprehension, as he gave a smile—a really, really broad smile, that it creeped Lu out before he left.
After Huo Li had left the office, Huo Yunting pulled his woman to his desk, as he invited her to have his seat, while pushing the insulation lunchbox to her.
"Enjoy."
"...T-thank you."
Lu opened the barrel promptly. Looking at the porridge and light dishes inside, she smiled slightly.
Huo Yunting sat on the table, with one arm holding the surface, and his body slightly tilted backwards. Occasional gazes upon her yet most of his gazes landed somewhere else ahead.
