mommy in love

Fan Xiaomian agreed to associate with Shen Moru more because she thought her body was so sensitive and it was all because of Shen Moru, maybe she liked her to some extent in her heart.After returning to work, her attitude is still that of a high queen.She was still very strict and harsh in her work, and Fan Xiaomian was often tortured back and forth.For this state, Fan Xiaomian's own perception is that the leader is too arrogant.

After finishing work in the morning and having lunch, we headed back to the city at three o'clock in the afternoon.On the road, Fan Xiaomian was still sitting with her, but she hoped that this was just a dream.

Like a fool in the car, the leader doesn't speak, the two people in front don't speak, the one playing with the mobile phone plays with the mobile phone, the one driving the car drives seriously, the leader behind the Tsundere Yujie squints his eyes, and doesn't know whether he is really sleeping or pretending to be sleeping.

Fan Xiaomian doesn't have much love for the mobile phone, and wants to sleep, but there is a leader next to him, and he is afraid that he will make a joke because of his indecent posture.I don't want to stare at the window glass again, so that I will become blind sooner or later.No one talks, and I can't talk to myself.Then simply take out the information and look at it. Just after digging out the information from the bag, before opening it, the phone beeped.

Open the phone to see, it is a message.I seldom send messages, who is so boring to send messages to others.I haven't received any information for many years. At this juncture, it can't be a spam advertisement, right?

Thinking that it might be a spam advertisement, Fan Xiaomian didn't even have an opening in his heart.But I was still a little curious, opened the message, hey?Here comes the witch.What the witch wants to do with the message, just make a phone call.

"When are you coming back?"

"On the way back."

Fan Xiaomian typed the words in a snap, and now he uses data, plays Facebook, WeChat and the like, and there are really not many sending messages.Thinking of how much I love Facebook and WeChat, I feel that the information is still real.

"What time can you get home?"

The message came again with a "beep".

"Tonight, the director said that the company has a dinner party and we want to go together. Maybe the ones who come back will be late, so Xiao Mo should go home and have a good rest."

After work, the leader said that the company has a dinner party.Fan Xiaomian originally wanted to refuse, but seeing the leader's face, he finally held back.I really don't like this kind of fun.I had a dinner just after work, and I didn't know how long it would last. I was afraid that Shen Moru would be waiting for me, so I told her in advance.

"Dinner? Where?"

"I don't know, the leader didn't say anything."

"During the dinner, give me the address, and I will pick you up."

Looking at the message, Fan Xiaomian felt a little warmth in her heart.No matter when she is still used to waiting for herself, when she was in school, no matter when she came back from being a tutor, when she got home, she would always see her sitting in the living room waiting for her.He was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, but it was still the same.At that time, I suddenly felt how happy it was to have someone waiting at home.

"it is good."

Fan Xiaomian likes the current state very much, as if she has returned to the past.

The two were chatting text messages there, and the person next to him who had been resting with his eyes closed frowned slightly.He muttered with some displeasure in his heart, this information is endless, what is so boring, just call if you want to talk.

"did you miss me?"

Fan Xiaomian looked at the message and was stunned for a moment. Is this witch a *?how to answer?think?In no mood?

I was thinking about how to reply to the message, and I always felt a gaze staring at my phone.Looking sideways, the leader is staring at the phone screen with a cold face.Seeing this situation, Fan Xiaomian's first reaction was to withdraw the hand holding the mobile phone quickly.A little embarrassed said: "I'm sorry, the director of influence is resting."

Fan Xiaomian nodded and apologized, thinking of the message just now, he always wanted to find a mouse hole to get into.

"Is it your boyfriend who sent the message?"

The voice was as cold as frost and snow, arousing a chill all over his body.

"No, it's a friend of mine."

The leader suddenly asked this question, Fan Xiaomian thought for a while, and finally decided that it was more appropriate to say friends.If you say "girlfriend" is afraid of scaring the leader, it's not because you are disgusted, but because you don't want to make it too embarrassing.

"Really? Do you have a date?"

Although she suspected the relationship between Shen Moru and Fan Xiaomian, there was no evidence.It's not that I gossip, I care a lot about Shen Moru's affairs, and there is Fan Xiaomian, who looks a bit like Gu Weixi. I don't know if they are related. If there is a relationship, things seem to be complicated.

Min Xiran has a good relationship with her, and Gu Weixi is her ex-girlfriend.If Fan Xiaomian is Shen Moru's person, then the two people who have had a tense relationship since childhood, together with himself, seem to have become even more exciting to look forward to the ending.

"Huh? Oh, yes."

Fan Xiaomian didn't know what the leader cared about?Did I know that I and Shen Moru knew her, or were I doubting my relationship with the witch?The relationship between the two doesn't seem to be very good. Could it be that the enemy's road is narrow?

"Your little Mo?"

Fan Xia looked straight at her eyes, trying to see what she was thinking in her eyes, but the eyes were too deep, and the more he looked, the more he felt that he would be sucked in by her.

What on earth does this person care about?Does she have a purpose?No matter how bad the relationship between the two is, she thinks that this person should not be the kind of person who casually guesses other people's *.If the relationship between myself and Shen Moru is made public, it will definitely cause an uproar.I don't want to cause trouble, so it's better to shut up obediently.

"I have known Xiao Mo for more than ten years."

Fan Xiaomian didn't answer directly, she felt that such a smart person should understand what she meant.

After hearing Fan Xiaomian's answer, she looked at her in a daze.Such a smart woman, everyone said that Shen Moru was a genius. This person looks stupid, but his brain may not be worse than Shen Moru's.

He turned his head, closed his eyes and stopped talking.She knew that if she wanted to talk, she would never get what she wanted from this person.This is sometimes like Gu Weixi.

Gu Weixi is quiet, elegant and virtuous, like a white lotus on a snow-capped mountain, so beautiful that people dare not touch it easily.As for this person, she is like that white and flawless lily, which can attract your attention at first sight, and at the same time keep you out of her world.She is kind to everyone, and at the same time, this kindness is neither more nor less.You are treated the same as everyone else, regardless of your status.

Seeing that Fan Xiaomian had closed his eyes to rest, he turned his face to the side and looked at the car window, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Arrived at the company around [-]:[-].Because it was rush hour when I came back, the traffic jam on the road was nearly an hour.

At 07:30 in the evening, people from the photography department of the company went to Linyueju for a meal together, and after the meal, everyone went to karaoke together.

In the private room, everyone sang to their heart's content. Two men held microphones and sang there like howling wolves. The others punched and drank together.Some female colleagues also sat together and talked loudly.A few of them seemed to be drunk and fell asleep on the sidelines.Fan Xiaomian is very quiet. First, he doesn't know these colleagues well, so he doesn't want to join in the fun.Second, she doesn't like singing, and she doesn't like such a noisy environment. As for wine, she drank very little, it should be said that she hardly moved.

Sitting alone in the corner, watching the crowd performing there, she is like an audience watching other people's lives.

When I entered the private room at 09:30, the first thing I saw was Fan Xiaomian sitting in a dark corner, like a tourist.The corners of her mouth move slightly, which is really in line with her character.Two steps forward and walked over.

"Why don't you sing?"

Fan Xiaomian was having a good time looking at it, when suddenly there was some wine smell from above, he raised his head and blinked twice.The leader is here?

"Director, you are here. Sit down quickly."

Fan Xiaomian got up quickly and made way for a seat.I still thought about going back after a while, but looking at the situation, I couldn't leave.The information has been sent out, what should I do in a while?

"Don't you like singing?"

"Fortunately, I can play the piano, but I can't sing."

Having studied piano for several years with her aunt, Fan Xiaomian thought that she really had no talent for music.Knowing the hard work of studying, I gave up later.

"Did you have a good time today? You didn't drink?"

Sitting next to Fan Xiaomian, she didn't smell the alcohol on her body, and with her sober consciousness, she more or less knew that she might not have been drinking.

"I don't like those very much. I drank before, got into trouble, and never drank again."

I really don't have much enthusiasm for alcohol. I used to drink too much at a college graduation dinner. I beat up a rich second generation from the same department who was playing hooliganism with other girls. It seemed that he was beaten badly. In the end, the witch came forward to solve the problem. of.

It's easy to get drunk as long as you drink, and you like to meddle in your own business.Because Shen Moru once gave her a death order, that is, not to touch alcohol outside.

"It's useless to drink more, and less to enjoy yourself. It's good to drink some properly.

Looking sideways at the gloomy light occasionally drifting on Fan Xiaomian's face, she looked like an elf in the dark night.The faint smile on his face carried a serene aura that made people want to get close.

"The director has a stomach problem, so it's better to drink less. If others are not good enough to us, at least we should be kind to ourselves."

Fan Xiaomian didn't know what to say to this somewhat drunk woman, she didn't like being drunk.I used to occasionally meet a witch who came home drunk because of work. At that time, seeing that situation, I only felt distressed, because I had to bear those annoying things.

The person in front of him didn't understand, but he didn't care about such a severe stomach problem, Fan Xiaomian felt sorry for her.In Fan Xiaomian's eyes, women are used to love and pamper them. Treat them like queens and love them. This is the life a woman should have.She didn't put herself in it.

The sound like a silver bell seemed to drift from the distant sky, passed through the weakest part of my heart, and looked at Fan Xiaomian's eyes that were as clear as spring water, without any impurities in them.Watching makes people's hearts arouse ripples.

He stretched out his hand involuntarily, and put it on the cheek that was as smooth as milk.Leaning her head slightly, the moment her cherry-colored lips were about to touch each other, Fan Xiaomian's body tightened, her eyes stared forward in surprise.The cold eyes all over his body stabbed at him like a knife.

Pushing away the approaching people, he stood up in a panic, bowed his head and said something apologetic, turned and left.

"Director, I'm sorry, I went back earlier."

Because of Fan Xiaomian's thunderous voice, she regained her sanity a little, and turned to look at the person who disappeared at the door.My heart felt lost, empty, and a little uncomfortable.