you are sweeter than chocolate

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The boyfriend of the roommate next door got up early and was on the phone on the balcony. The voice was a bit loud, and Mu Mian heard the roommate over there seemed to be in a daze and called him impatiently.

In the end, it didn't help, the boys simply started to scold each other. Early in the morning, both of them had a bad temper, and Mu Mian didn't care too much, locked the door, and took the watermelon to the company.

However, I unexpectedly did not see Zhang Lu today. It stands to reason that she had arrived at the company very early in the past.

Ling Yueran also came late today. She put the watermelon in the refrigerator in the pantry. There were very few things in it, and most employees would not know how to put things in it.

The coffee machine outside was removed. Zhang Lu asked someone to fix the water leak. It was good, but there was no place to install it. Last time the cotton was almost empty, so it can no longer be hung here. Zhang Lu probably hasn't found it yet. The place has been put on hold, and Ling Yueran's drink has been replaced with healthy milk.

But I don’t drink this product very much. I let a glass of it cool until dark, and finally I went to get a disposable cup to pour boiled water.

When Ling Yueran came and Zhang Lu hadn't come yet, Mu Mian felt a little embarrassed. Zhang Lu and Ling Yueran were relatively familiar in Huanzhi. If she gave watermelon to Zhang Lu, Zhang Lu would naturally ask Ling Yueran if she wanted it. , nothing happened to her, but the situation is not right now.

Ling Yueran stood with her in the tea room, staring wide-eyed, the small refrigerator was wide open, and the bright red watermelon was temptingly shown to the two of them.

"That..." Mu Mian's voice was too low to be heard, Ling Yueran looked at her innocently, "Huh?"

"You eat..."

"Eat, thank you." Ling Yue couldn't finish her sentence, as if she had been anesthetized, she knelt down and hugged a box of watermelon before leaving, all in one breath.

Mu Mian looked at her, and a few words floated across her forehead: I have never seen such a brazen person!

"Did Zhang Lu ask for leave today?" Mu Mian asked after her, and Ling Yueran gave her an indescribable look, "Why? Miss her? Why don't you miss me?"

"Don't you come here every day?" Mu Mian looked at her with disgust.

"She took He out of the hospital today, just your original PD." Ling Yueran took a fork and inserted a watermelon to eat, and said casually.

Mu Mian was taken aback, "I wasn't originally made by you?"

She narrowed her eyes and looked at her, "How can you hear the meaning of...disappointment and grief?"

Mu Mian's guilty eyes fluttered around, and she continued: "You think I'm so idle and pick up so much? Who knows what kind of fate it is."

The two of them simply hate each other, to the point of blindness.

He actually lived in the courtyard for nearly a month, sitting in a wheelchair pushed by Zhang Lu, smiling like a spring breeze on the way up to the recording studio, seeing everyone shy away, and shrinking immediately when entering the recording studio, sighing, I was so uncomfortable that I almost took an oxygen tube with me to discuss the funeral.

Zhang Lu was amused by him, let go of Ling Yueran under Ling Yueran's murderous eyes, and went out to pour water.

Xu felt a killing intent, and the patient with a strong desire to survive began to yell: "Zhang Lu, Zhang Lu, come back, don't go, I'm afraid..."

"Call again and shut your mouth." Ling Yueran glared at him, not thinking about him, put on the earphones and continued to listen to the singing of the people inside.

He Jing giggled, moved up slightly, saw the girl behind the glass window and said, "That little Internet celebrity, how is she?"

"She was given to you by someone?" Ling Yueran was about to ask him, but his face turned awkward, and he recovered for a moment, and replied: "An acquaintance, but she sings very well, and her level is higher than that of KTV."

She didn't want to discuss this point, why was she a little uncertain about her attitude, Ling Yueran hated people who made small moves through the back door, and even more hated flashy vases and parallel imports.

"What do you think of her? Should I start making the Qixi Festival special?" He hesitated to ask, Ling Yueran snorted and glanced at him, "You even know the Qixi Festival special?"

He Jing shut his mouth and smiled shyly at her.

"Get out, it's an eyesore." Ling Yueran glared at him, and he said aggrievedly, "I'm innocent too, I'm a patient, how can you despise me and hurt my young heart?"

Ling Yueran laughed angrily at his deadpan attitude, and was about to speak, when the sound in the earphone stopped suddenly, she turned her head to look at Mu Mian, who was drinking water secretly, and she caught him right away.

"I'll drink some water, won't it hinder your chatting?" Mu Mian took a sip of water, holding the chubby cup.

Ling Yueran looked at her indifferently, then turned to continue talking to He Jing.

"You patient don't go home to rest, what are you doing here?"

"I'll come and see you. Mr. Zhou is not here, Huanzhi is just you. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Ling Yueran snorted, full of sarcasm, "You are more annoying to me than Huanzhi, I have nothing to do, I am busy."

"Celebrate my discharge from the hospital and go to dinner tonight."

"No." Ling Yueran quickly refused, "I have something to do at night."

"What's the matter? You are a single free nobleman." Why didn't you believe it, Ling Yueran sighed, "My parents are abroad, and their company is holding the Chinese New Year's Eve celebration, so I'll go and brush my face."

He Jing nodded understandingly when he heard the words, "That's right, our boss Ling has to go home and become the producer of the general manager if he doesn't work."

"Get out of here quickly." Ling Yueran kicked his wheelchair, and the latter immediately turned around and pushed towards the door.

No one pushed him back, so he simply turned his back to her and said, "I heard that who...Xu Qi took your company's Qixi Festival endorsement, so I won't be able to see her for a while."

"See what's wrong? I can still kill her?" Ling Yueran said lightly, and his subordinates kept marking the lyrics that Mu Mian sang.

"She is really..." He Jing guessed that he was too lazy to say the latter, sighed, and shouted towards the door, "Zhang Lu, where are you? Pour some water, I'm thirsty to death, isn't there a water dispenser inside?"

After a few seconds, Zhang Lu, who had traveled thousands of miles to pour water, finally appeared, and said with a smile, "It's so disturbing to go in and pour water."

As soon as she finished speaking, He Jing glanced quietly at Ling Yueran who got up and pushed the door into the recording studio to pour water.

Zhang Lu: ...

Mu Mian sang a few lines, which usually seemed to make people anxious, but slowed down, but it was quite fast. There are still a few days before Qixi Festival, and it can be done at once.

Ling Yueran didn't work overtime today, and left at the o'clock. He packed up his things and pushed He Jing down. Finally, someone was served by her like a grandpa. In the end, he was happy for less than two seconds. Ling Yueran pushed the car and parked in the parking lot downhill. .

He actually felt guilty, "Well, Xiao Ran, sister Ran, let's talk about it, push it down and I'll go in again."

"I want to give it a try." There was a wicked voice above his head, He Jing was crying, "Be obedient, there is nothing to try, brother, sister, ancestor..."

When Mu Mian got out of Huanzhi, she watched the car coming out of the parking lot. Ling Yueran sat in the driver's cab and glanced at her. He Jing, who was in the passenger seat, waved his uninjured hand, and the two walked away, Mu Mian pouted. .

"Miss Mu, let me take you there. I just don't have to work overtime today." Zhang Lu came out from behind, stopped slowly, and talked to her by the car window.

Mu Mian looked at her gratefully, "Will that be troublesome?"

"No, come up." Zhang Lu opened the door with a smile, and Mu Mian ran up and fastened her seat belt.

Zhang Lu drove slowly, and said with a smile, "Boss Ling has a private event today, otherwise I might have to work overtime again."

It was difficult for Mu Mian to answer what he said, so he picked the last sentence and asked, "Do you always work overtime?"

"That's right, Mr. Ling is serious in his work, and the progress is not fast. You follow her all day. Usually, those clients can't help it. Usually, several people are in progress in a day."