My Precious Wife (2)

Ai Bao rubbed her hands, her cheeks flushed. "But Mr. An… it's office hours now."

"?" An Yibei frowned. "We're not busy today and you can start later."

He opened his door politely for Ai Bao as he spoke. "Come in."

Ai Bao was utterly abashed. Gosh! Was this what she thought it was? Aww… Mr. An was indeed a handsome man and she liked him, but wasn't this going too fast?

Seeing her still standing here, the corner of An Yibei's mouth twitched. "Come in, or your breakfast will get cold."

What?

Breakfast??

Ai Bao looked like she had just woken up from a dream. "Mr. An, is that what you referred to when you said… feeding me?"

An Yibei retorted, "What else?" His tone was unbelievably serious. After a pause, he asked, "What kind of 'feed' did you have in mind, Ai Bao?"

Ai Bao's smile was more like a grimace. "I was thinking about breakfast as well, of course… hoho…"