On the first day Xu Qingyan took up the job for her mother, she heard that Mr. Shen was notoriously homeless.
She believed it.
On the third day, the boss opened the door and came back. She hurriedly cooked a bowl of noodles and hurriedly scooped out five spoonfuls of chicken essence. He didn't say a word and even drank the soup.
Later, the more she thought about it, the more wrong she became.
The porridge turned into a paste, and he drank it without changing his expression. She held up her clean underwear to ask him for credit, but his ears turned red and he turned around to leave. WeChat replies were sent instantly, the refrigerator was quietly filled, and the photo of pothos she took casually was used by him as a WeChat avatar.
Her mother said: Mr. Shen talks little and is polite to everyone.
But the way he looked at her clearly hid something different.
It wasn't until one day that she discovered that he had been waiting for this day for four years.
Xu Qingyan:? ? Am I just here to cover a shift?
Shen Chuan: Well, I've been waiting for you for a long time.
Intention: Love is not a long-planned possession, but a gentle approach after a long wait.