you are sweeter than chocolate

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Mu Mian looked at the buttocks of the car and sighed, then turned and went upstairs, her roommate was at home, and she was eating takeaway in the living room, with a tired look on her face, which seemed to be lack of sleep.

"You're back, have you eaten?" She smiled friendly, "Would you like to have something together?"

"I just finished eating with my friends." Mu Mian glanced at the piles of things on the table, which were all gift boxes.

"Okay." The roommate sighed, pointing to the box on the table, "I don't eat chocolate, do you want it? Someone gave it to me."

Mu Mian laughed, "It's her boyfriend, it's almost Qixi Festival."

The roommate was not happy, and she pouted in disgust, "No, colleagues from the company, and some clients."

"Ah, that's it." Mu Mian laughed, "I'm so popular."

"You can eat it, I don't like sweets." The roommate picked out all the chocolate cakes and stuffed them for her, but Mu Mian hurriedly declined, "I'm so sorry, you can keep it and eat slowly, I recently lose weight."

"Losing weight?" The roommate said helplessly, "You're almost malnourished, why do you want to lose weight?"

"I……"

"Take it, or I'll throw it away, my boyfriend...you know."

Having said all this, Mu Mian had no choice but to take a little, "I'll just eat this, and you can give it to others."

"Okay." The roommate didn't ask.

Mu Mian went back to the room, and after a while her roommate also went in, probably fell asleep, and didn't see her coming out to wash at night.

Mu Mian looked at the box of chocolates in her hand. She didn’t know which language it was on, so she couldn’t read it. She took one out, peeled off the sugar coating and took a bite. It seemed to be filled with plum juice, sour mixed with the bitterness of chocolate. Sweet, good aftertaste.

She originally wanted to search the price and brand with her mobile phone, but she thought it was a bad gift from someone else.

Early the next morning, Mu Mian went to Huanzhi and gave Zhang Lu two. She looked at the chocolate and thought for a while, "It seems to belong to Mr. Ling's family, and it's in Italian."

Mu Mian nodded, "Really? My roommate gave it."

"Your roommate's boyfriend is quite generous, isn't this chocolate available in China?"

"Is that expensive?"

"It's okay that it's expensive, but if her boyfriend often goes abroad, if he brings it back from abroad, this little money is nothing."

"Then what if it's seven or eight boxes..." Mu Mian said softly, and Zhang Lu's eyes opened, "Isn't it big? Just to carry so many, Tu làngman? Isn't it too stupid?"

"Oh, I don't know." I ate everything from others, and I was ashamed to talk about it behind my back.

Just when Ling Yueran came up, Zhang Lu smiled and leaned over, "Sister Ran, eat chocolate."

"Don't eat." Ling Yueran frowned and refused, with a cold face, Zhang Lu curled her lips, "You didn't eat too much chocolate when you were young and got tired of it, and then you don't like it?"

This question immediately hooked Mu Mian's interest. Last time, Ling Yueran didn't see her touch so many chocolates. It seems that she really doesn't eat chocolate much.

"I don't like food by nature." Ling Yue was helpless, "Is this food interesting to eat?"

Zhang Lu was embarrassed, "Don't be like this, give your company some face."

She sneered, rolled her eyes and went up.

"Rich people are terrible, they even hate their own money." Mu Mian clicked his tongue, and Zhang Lu snorted, "President Ling even hates his own songs, let alone parents and brothers."

"Is it so fierce?"

"Just..." Zhang Lu was about to say, but after thinking about it, "It's the past, it's boring."

Mu Mian didn't finish listening, and the most angry person hates half-talking, how do you know it's boring before you say it?

Ling Yueran thought about it all night last night and had no idea. It stands to reason that when she asked Mu Mian about these things, the answer she got should be that she was ready to be angry, but it turned out that she didn't. She didn't know what happened to her, just like getting a known As a result, he was calm and calm.

When Mu Mian came up, she regained her senses and buried herself in her notebook to make some notes that she didn't know what they were.

"Are you recording everything today?" Mu Mian asked her, and she nodded, "Well, it's almost Qixi Festival, let's arrange it early."

Mu Mian nodded, put down the bag, poured a glass of water to moisten her mouth, Ling Yueran frowned and looked at her bag, "Is the chocolate delicious?"

Mu Mian was taken aback, and looked at her as if she had seen a ghost, "It's...it's okay."

She suddenly frowned seriously, "Chocolate is a bittersweet thing, it's not good for your throat, eat less in the future, you'll be singing, and you can't eat anything spicy in the future."

Mu Mian was dumbfounded, "Huh?"

"Ah? Did you hear that?" She frowned, and Mu Mian nodded, cursing inwardly that the man had lost his mind again.

He Jing has been busy in the company for the past few days, and his assistant has not arrived, so he calls Zhang Lu every day, so he sends someone to feed him by himself.

This would run up and down holding flowers, sending flowers everywhere, and when they were sent to Ling Yueran's recording studio, he was taken aback by her eyes, and said, "I only give them to girls I like." Then he shyly handed the flowers to Mu Cotton one.

Ling Yueran said coldly: "Can I go? Are you free in the shed?"

The teacher in the cell behind laughed so hard that he couldn't catch his breath, He Jing gave her a look, and pushed the wheelchair away by himself.

Ling Yueran put his eyes on Mu Mian again, who was at a loss with the flowers, and finally put down the flowers, innocently said: "I plan to go down to eat."

"are you going?"

"No." Ling Yueran replied very unhappy.

Mu Mian nodded, "Then I'll go."

Ling Yueran was even more unhappy.

"Come on, little sister, let's sing this line again, please slow down." He Jing sat in a wheelchair and looked at the client in his shed. The female client was a little impatient, "I have repeated it hundreds of times, It's not over, is it?"

"It's not a few hundred, it's only five times." He Jing still laughed.

The female client seemed to scold 'Fuck', completely ignoring He Jing and said with an embarrassed face: "What production, I didn't make an appointment with Ling Yueran, why is this, it's not professional at all, okay?"

He Jing was so angry that his eyebrows were about to fly up, he snorted, and cursed in his heart: You are the only one who is still about Ling Yueran, let's not talk about how to get in, just go in vertically and come out horizontally, you, a girl with no quality.

On the face, he said with a smile: "Why don't we rest for a while and record again in the afternoon."

When the female client heard this, she immediately got up, stretched her waist, stepped on high heels and went out, He unexpectedly exhaled, "Who is it, I am worse than Ling Yueran? When I was a PD, Ling Yueran didn't know where to drink milk Woolen cloth."

"What did you say?" When Ling Yueran said that the ancestors had arrived, He was so frightened that he almost jumped up and went straight to the hospital again.

"Why are you here?" Why didn't he answer that sentence, Ling Yueran smiled at him and let it go, "See if I can help you."

"No, that woman hasn't said a few words all morning, she's been arguing too much."

He Jing was impatient, "You said that these people went to your fame and fortune one by one, which one is really for music or likes to cooperate with you."

Ling Yueran sat down and thought for a while, "Yes."

Mu Mian is one, but her desire is not on her, and the two of them cooperated by coincidence.

However, Ling Yueran didn't know that when she went out, her recording studio became a big mess. It was also a coincidence. As soon as she came up, Zhou Nian ran over, and ran into the studio without saying hello. It happened that He Jing's female client was thinking The impure also went there, and the two happened to run into each other.

"Who are you?" Zhou Nian stared at her, "Why do you come in casually?"

The female customer suddenly became angry, "I am a customer, what happened when I entered the recording studio? You are not an employee, are you? Do you allow idlers to come in here?"