8

I thought I had made my words clear enough, but the next day, Xiao Han still showed up downstairs at the company. He was holding a large bouquet of roses and carrying a freshly made breakfast, and he came up to me as soon as he saw me. "Qingqing, you may not be used to foreign breakfasts. I got up early to make this for you. Would you like to try it?"

Without even a glance at him, I walked straight past him and entered the office building. It's really strange, I have been with him with all my heart for twenty-two years, but I have never had a breakfast made by him. Now that we are separated, I don't ask for anything, but he has become so "virtuous".

However , his breakfast and flowers were still brought up by his colleagues. I was about to throw them into the trash can, but Candi snatched them away with disapproval. "What's wrong with food ? Give it to me if you don't want to eat it. I haven't eaten food from China for three months, and I miss it a lot." I shook my head helplessly and had to throw the flowers into the trash can.