After observing the dishes, Z Yan was still very satisfied.

She is very attentive.

Very smart, too.

Or is she caring about herself?

He remembered that they had only eaten once.

But she accurately understood most of his taste preferences.

She is trying to please.

Why?

Because he is z-yan, because they have cooperation, or because he is him?

Thinking of this, Z Yan was shocked.

From what time did he actually hope that she would treat him as just him.

It’s not her most important partner, but just him.

"Mr. z Yan?"

Seeing that Z Yan was staring at the cabbage in a daze, not moving his chopsticks, Shan Yiqian called him nervously.

Could it be that these are not done to his taste?

After coming back to his senses, Z Yan finally moved his chopsticks.

After moving for the first time, I couldn't stop at all.

Her craftsmanship was much better than he thought.

Although he saw her doing it well, he still couldn't help but think that she was empty-handed.

After all, in today's society, girls who know how to cook are simply rare animals.

Most girls are the kind who don’t touch the spring water with their fingers.

After looking at Shan Yiqian, Z Yan looked soft.

After dinner, Shan Yiqian packed up the restaurant and kitchen and was about to say goodbye again.

Z Yan was in the living room, and when she went in, he was looking down at her curatorial plan.

Shan Yiqian was slightly surprised and walked over and asked, "Mr. Z Yan, is there any problem with the project?"

When Z Yan heard this, he looked up at her and said lightly: "No."

Shan Yiqian thought about it, but still couldn't help asking her questions, "Then, the last project, Mr. Z Yan, can I know where the problem lies?"

Mr. z Yan, Mr. z Yan.

Z Yan suddenly disliked hearing her call herself like this.

His eyebrows frowned, and Shan Yiqian was surprised to see this.

What's going on?

Could it be that he was asking this question himself and making him unhappy?

If I had known it, I wouldn't ask. Although I would be concerned about it, cooperation is important now.

Since this project has passed, just focus on doing this one.

But if you ask, can you still take it back?

"Jiang Yan."

The male voice suddenly rang.

Shan Yiqian was slightly stunned and did not react.

"What?"

Z Yan stared at her and repeated again, "Jiang Yan.

My name is Jiang Yan."

Shan Yiqian: "..."                                                            

Not very good.

He is a great master of Z Yan! Why did she have the nerve to call him by his name?

"Mr. z Yan, if there is no problem with the project, you see, it's getting late, I'll leave first."

Leaving again?

Z Yan suddenly stood up and walked towards Shan Yiqian.

Standing in front of her, he lowered his head and stared at her.

Shan Yiqian raised her head and looked at him, shocked by what was in his eyes.

"Mr. z Yan?"

"I said it, my name is Jiang Yan."

“…”                                                              

He looked like a stubborn child, and he had to call out his name in person before he could stop.

Licking his lower lip, Shan Yiqian had no choice but to speak and call him, "Jiang Yan."

Z Yan swears that this is the best sound he has ever heard of, calling his own name.

At this angle, Shan Yiqian found that his ear tips were red.

Is he shy?

Just because she called his name?

But it was clearly what he asked her to call.

"That, z Yan... Jiang Yan, I'm leaving first."

"Um."

"Then I'll leave."

"Wait a moment."

As soon as he turned around, Shan Yiqian's wrist was surrounded by a warm hand.

She looked back at him.

z Yan said, "I'll give you it."

"No need, I'll take the bus back by myself, it's very convenient."

"I said, I'll give it to you."

He frowned again, as if he was unhappy that Shan Yiqian refused him like this.

He went upstairs to change his clothes and took the car keys. He came downstairs and saw that Shan Yiqian was still waiting in the living room, his face cleared a little.

When he walked up to her, he said, "Let's go."

Unable to refuse, Shan Yiqian had to follow him out and get into the car.

She was sent back and downstairs of the apartment. Shan Yiqian unbuttoned her seat belt and looked at Z Yan.

"Thank you for sending me back, be careful on your way back."

"Wait a moment."

Z Yan said, stretching out his hand to her, "Give me your phone."

Shan Yiqian was puzzled and handed over his cell phone.

Z Yan entered a string of numbers on it and said to her: "This is my private number. If you have any questions in the future, call me."

Shan Yiqian looked at the number and couldn't help but joke: "Then I can just look for you in the future, so there is no need to pass Mr. Wen?"

"Um."

After z's words, Shan Yiqian was a little unresponsive.

Forget it before, this is a bit too ambiguous.

Moreover, z-speaking made her increasingly unable to understand.

She didn't want to misunderstand, so she smiled and got out of the car and left.

Looking at her back until she disappeared, Z Yan started the car.

He always does whatever he wants and doesn't like to explain.

For Shan Yiqian, he actually doesn’t fully understand his feelings, so he still needs to get along more.

Wen Xu said, Shan Yiqian is very special to him?
To be continued...