As soon as An Ran got into Jiang Yinuo's car, he handed her a paper bag.
The breakfast was exactly the same as the one Uncle Wang gave her every day, all of An Ran's favorite foods.
How did it suddenly seem like everyone knew her preferences so well?
"Mr. Jiang, have you eaten?"
Jiang Yinuo smiled and said, "I have, this is specially bought for you."
"Thank you." An Ran also smiled at him, "You really don't have to trouble yourself to pick me up, there's a driver at home, this is too much trouble for you."
"It's no trouble, I actually enjoy picking you up."
As Jiang Yinuo spoke, he saw a strand of hair fall from An Ran's temple, resting at the corner of her mouth.
He instinctively wanted to help her tuck it behind her ear.
Unexpectedly, as soon as his fingertips touched her hair, she sensitively pulled away.
This kind of action done without thinking was purely instinctive.
Both An Ran and Jiang Yinuo were taken aback.
In the past... Chi Cheng often did this.
