Su Ran's face turned red, and, somewhat annoyed, she gave him a glare. But in Fu Qiyuan's eyes, that glare was nothing but alluring.
He chuckled softly, reached out to stroke her head, his voice gentle and obviously doting.
"Feeling dizzy?"
Su Ran shook her head. Just a few glasses of red wine were nothing in her book.
"It's got a strong aftereffect, be careful of a headache, Qin Feng."
Only then did Su Ran notice Qin Feng standing beside them.
Yet Qin Feng was the picture of awkwardness, unsure of what expression to wear on his typically stoic face.
Expressionless, he stepped forward, carrying a thermos in the same manner, and, with equal lack of expression, took out a bowl of soup from it, then presented it respectfully to Fu Qiyuan, all the while repeating in his mind.
It's okay!
It's really okay!
At that moment, he still felt like an inconspicuous tool.
Having the honor to witness the love of his boss and the lady boss was his privilege!