Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

Qinglang’s company is small in scale, and the total number of front and back is less than 100. When Qingqing led Mu Yingfeng in, the employees inside were working. One of the middle-aged men with a big belly was obviously tipped off by someone. He strode up to Qinglang, He glanced at the unfamiliar Mu Yingfeng.

"Mr. Qing, good morning, is there anything I need to arrange."

"No need for Manager Lin, this is my friend, you can go about your business." Qing Qing saw the dense sweat on his forehead, and the indifferent lines on his face softened a lot.

Mu Yingfeng on the side looked at Qingliang in surprise, the other party had changed a lot, he could put a smile on his face anytime, and he could talk to anyone naturally.

Mu Yingfeng was a little sad, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt relieved. If he was still the same as before, he would definitely not be able to become the leader of a company.

"Okay, since you are Mr. Qing's friend, all our staff welcome you." The middle-aged man said this in a neither humble nor overbearing way, and returned to his office area.

Qingqing began to take Mu Yingfeng around. Occasionally, a few employees saw them get up and greeted them warmly. Qinglang responded with a smile one by one. It can be seen that he has a good relationship with the employees on weekdays.

Mu Yingfeng's father also owns a company, but it is large in scale and well-known in the industry, but his father and his elder brother usually take care of it. Mu Yingfeng only likes to draw and knows nothing about these things. Fortunately, he has a The big brother with a business mind is on top, otherwise he will not be able to live a free life.

The company was not big, so they finished their visit soon. At noon, they ate at a fast food restaurant near the company under Sunny's invitation.

At this time, the store was at its busiest time, with noisy voices and busy shop assistants walking back and forth, Qing Qing came inside with two rice plates, turned around and saw Mu Yingfeng still standing at the door, His brows were furrowed, someone walked over and touched his shoulder inadvertently, he even overreacted and patted his shoulder vigorously, but he didn't notice that the slightly embarrassed passerby was looking at him unkindly.

The corner of Qinglang's mouth raised slightly, but quickly disappeared. He walked over unhurriedly, smiled apologetically at the passerby, and then looked at Mu Yingfeng with concern, "What's wrong?"

Mu Yingfeng paused when he patted his shoulders, and raised his head with a perfect smile, "It's okay, there's a little dust on it."

He naturally took Qing Qing's rice plate, glanced at the crowded vegetable area, with a hint of disgust in his eyes, and a troubled smile on his mouth, "Qing Qing, I'm here for the first time, and I don't know what's going on here. The dishes are delicious, I will be in charge of serving as the clerk, and you will be responsible for picking out delicious dishes."

Mu Yingfeng did not put up airs in this unfamiliar environment, and the occasional show of weakness would not make people feel that the other party was incompetent, but seemed real. Qing Lang was a little surprised. It seemed that Mu Yingfeng was not only talented, but also got full marks for his emotional intelligence. Yes, he smiled, "Okay, do you have any taboos?"

"En..." Mu Yingfeng pondered for a while, "Green peppers and coriander."

The cooking process is completely crowded with people, even Qinglang secretly complains in his heart, Mu Yingfeng is also very adaptable, and there is no trace of impatience on his face, even some people can't help but give in when they see his elegant temperament that is incompatible with this place open.

After successfully finishing cooking, they found an empty table and sat down, each other's foreheads were covered with fine sweat, and they looked up and looked at each other while laughing softly, quite a kind of revolutionary friendship that arose after the battle.

Mu Yingfeng picked up the chopsticks and tapped the rice plate full of dishes, and praised without hesitation, "It's a good choice, it looks like it makes people move their index fingers."

"Where, if you want to praise, you should praise the proprietress." What Qinglang said is the truth. Mu Yingfeng looks good, and the two dimples are very kind when he smiles. Half of the dishes here are still based on Mu Yingfeng's appearance Give it away for free.

When sending Mu Yingfeng away after lunch, Qinglang politely declined his invitation to have dinner together. From Qinglang’s point of view, today’s overtures are enough. Now that the original owner’s obsession is not clear, it’s best to maintain this indifferent state Yes, besides, the company is also very important in the memory of the original owner, and Qinglang also plans to take good care of it.

Time always flies when you are concentrating on your work. Qing Lang, who has the memory of the original owner, handles all kinds of paper work in an orderly manner. When he regains consciousness, it is already dinner time.

"Mr. Qing, do you need me to order fast food for you?"

"Yes." Qing Lang rubbed the center of her brows, it was really exhausting to turn her head all day long, but once she thought of the company as her own, the indescribable sense of accomplishment was deeply transmitted to every cell.

Perhaps, the original owner invested his enthusiasm for painting in this company. Qing Qing admired the type of people from the original owner very much. No matter where they are, people who are willing to work hard are always respected.

Qinglang opened the car door with the takeaway bag in hand, started the car and drove home, the neon lights along the way shone into the car window, dyed his indifferent face a little, and looked a little warmer, every time he arrived At this time, the noise of the crowd and the sound of the motor vehicles merged in this night, forming a unique music.

Arriving at the entrance of the complex, Qinglang greeted the security guard, drove the car into the parking lot, took the elevator to the eighth floor, lowered his head, found the key from the briefcase, opened it and walked into the house.

At the first glance, I saw a pair of smooth and white feet appearing in front of my eyes, with faint red streaks on the ankles, and it was even more eye-catching when stepping on the dark floor.

"Welcome home."

Qinglang's pupils shrank and his throat moved with the girlish light voice. He took off his shoes and put on slippers, and took a pair of small-sized ladies' slippers from the shoe rack and placed them at the other party's feet.

"The floor is cold, put on your slippers." He lowered his head and said in a deep voice, no one could see the slightly nervous expression on his face.

The owner of those feet put on the slippers very cooperatively. The toe of the slippers was a rabbit's head, and the erected rabbit ears kept trembling as she walked, full of cuteness.

Qing Lang skipped the other party and went to the kitchen, opened the takeaway bag, and the aroma of the food radiated out, which greatly increased the appetite. He heard the sound of slippers stepping on the floor behind him, and he didn't turn his head.

"I bought takeaway, let's eat some together."

"Brother, Yingfeng is back."

Qinglang paused for a while, then he finally turned around, looked at the girl-like young woman in front of him with a stern face, "Qingyun, have you not taken your medicine, Yingfeng is still abroad."

Qingyun didn't speak, but stared straight at Qinglang, her long ink-like hair hung straight down her waist, her face under her bangs was as pure as a girl, with the gorgeous makeup of a mature woman.

Originally, such an image is very eye-catching, but she has a kind of gloomy aura, which often gives people a feeling of shock from a distance and amazing feeling from a distance.

Qingyun is the original owner's biological sister, and the relationship itself is average. Later, because of Mu Yingfeng, it dropped to a freezing point. After Mu Yingfeng went abroad for a few years, there were no more conflicts. In the memory of the original owner, Qingyun often Go straight into his house with the spare key to his apartment and live there for a few days.

Qing Lang put the dishes on the dining table one by one, when suddenly the phone in the living room rang, and he walked over to pick it up with a normal expression.

"Qingqing, has your sister gone to your place again?" A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a somewhat aggressive tone.

"Yes, Mom." Qing Qing didn't care, he was used to this attitude.

"You take good care of her first. Your grandma passed away, and your dad and I are busy. After a while, your dad and I will go over and bring her home." Qing's mother did not wait for Qingqing's answer before she finished speaking. hang up the phone.

There was a beeping sound of hanging up in his ear, Qing Qing seemed to be frozen in place, he lowered his eyes, and after a while, he spoke softly into the microphone.

"I see."

When she returned to the dining table, Qingyun sat quietly, the food on the table remained intact, she was like a speechless doll, her eyeballs kept following Qingliang, this scene seemed horrifying to others, but Qingyun turned a blind eye to it, he filled a bowl The meal was placed in front of her.

"Eat, my parents called and said, you are staying at my place recently, and I will pick you up later." Qing Lang said lightly, then picked up a bowl of vegetables and started eating.

Qingyun stared at Qinglang for a while, tilted his head, and said in a strange tone, "Do you know? They killed grandma."

Qing Lang's hand holding the chopsticks trembled.

"Giggle! I saw it with my own eyes," Qingyun raised the corners of her mouth in an exaggerated arc, covered her mouth and smiled for a long time, with black ribbons tied on both wrists, and as her body shook, Qingyun remained expressionless, He stopped laughing, and asked puzzledly while holding his chin, "Why aren't you angry? Grandma is lying there, calling your name all the time."

"She loves you the most, but who made you..."

"Enough!" Qing Lang scolded, her tone seemed tough but trembling.

Qingyun's expression sank, not seeing the madness just now, and he cast a slanting glance at him.

"Who told you to steal my husband?"

Qinglang took a deep breath, he knew that this meal was too much to eat, "Qingyun, Mu Yingfeng and I are just ordinary friends, he is abroad now, don't let your imagination run wild."

"You lied, I saw him today."

Qinglang's heart skipped a beat, only to hear Qingyun get up and walk to the balcony, the high-necked long skirt set off her graceful figure, Qinglang, who was worried about something, just got up, and saw her turn around with a smile like a flower.

"He woke me up this morning and told me he'd been missing me for years and he ended up driving me here."

When Qing Qing heard this, she sat down again, and she didn't know whether it was happiness or sadness that came to her heart.

"I know, you've always liked Yingfeng..." Qingyun slowly walked behind Qinglang and hugged him from behind, "But it's wrong for you to do this, Yingfeng is my husband, I told you Parents, I also hope they can convince you."

"Brother, I love him, you know that."

Qingyun's tone was soft, and her sweet voice was like a breeze blowing slowly, but the emotions contained in it made Qingyun's heart feel heavier.

He closed his eyes, and in the darkness he heard himself talking softly, as if speaking to Qingyun, but also as if speaking to himself.

"I know……"

"Always knew."