Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

Qingyun stayed like this, and only one day later, Mu Yingfeng sent good news. He told Qinglang that his father was very interested in his company after hearing his recommendation, and he was willing to negotiate face to face.

It’s better to hit the sun than to choose a day. Qinglang soon made an appointment with them today. The place was set at a western food restaurant. When he arrived by car, he saw Mu Yingfeng standing at the door smiling and waving to him. He was wearing a beige sweater today. , The whole person is covered with warmth by the sun.

Qing Lang also waved her hand, quickly got out of the car and walked over, "I've been waiting for a long time."

"No, my father and I have just arrived. The sun is very comfortable today, so I will come out to bask in the sun." Mu Yingfeng said very skillfully, implying that he was waiting for him on purpose, but left him alone Net, those who don't know it may think that he is a duplicity and warm man.

Qingqing is not a little girl who just fell in love, and the original owner's feelings for Mu Yingfeng have also faded, so he naturally saw through his mind at once, but he didn't care, just smiled, "Let's go in."

"Let's go," Mu Yingfeng led him into the restaurant. Since the discussion was about business, he was booked in a box on the second floor. In the corridor, it was sunny and unexpectedly found that there were murals on both sides of the wall at intervals.

The murals are very vivid, and Qing Lang learned from the memory of the original owner that these are actually paintings by famous artists, and each one is very valuable.

It seems that Mu Yingfeng brought him here on purpose. He sneered in his heart, but his face was always calm, but his eyes always lingered on every painting.

"Qing Lang, these paintings are collected by me," Mu Yingfeng smiled sincerely, seeing Qing Lang looked at him, "This western restaurant is opened by my family, every time I look for inspiration, I will stay here for a while Yes, I believe it will also be helpful for you to draw."

The hands under Qing Lang's sleeves were already clenched into fists, he stopped in his tracks, his tone was still so cold, "So, today is just you asking me out?"

Mu Yingfeng was a little surprised. He originally thought that Qinglang would be touched by what he did, but the other party's expression made him feel something was wrong, so he quickly explained, "Qinglang, listen to me, my dad said that the project has been negotiated with other companies. Cooperation, you believe me, next time, next time there will be..."

"Enough!" Qing Lang interrupted him, looking at him disappointedly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "You don't need to say any more, I understand, I really can't talk about cooperation with your company, I have something to do, first gone."

Mu Yingfeng didn't expect things to turn out like this. When he saw Qinglang leave in a fit of anger, he grabbed her arm and blurted out without thinking, "Qinglang, why do you value money so much now? You clearly said before that painting is all you have , can you give up just because you have no inspiration?"

Qinglang's body froze, his face turned pale instantly, he didn't even shake off Mu Yingfeng's grasping hand for the first time, but just stared at him with wide eyes, in disbelief.

Mu Yingfeng regretted it when he said it, and felt a dull pain in his heart. He finally returned to China, and what he wanted to say was not these hurtful words.

He wanted to tell Qinglang that he had always missed him abroad. There was a room in his house filled with paintings he had drawn over the years. Inside and outside the paintings, they were all expressing his unspeakable love for him.

"I'm sorry..." Mu Yingfeng's expression was very sad. It's easy to feel distressed when he shows such an expression with a naturally smiling face.

In contrast, Qing Qing's expression has returned to calm, indifferent and unreasonable, "It's okay, you are right, I was ignorant back then, thinking that a paintbrush and a drawing board can travel the world, but now it is the most important thing for me. The important thing is to have enough food and clothing, not to pursue that illusory soul art.”

Mu Yingfeng listened to his words, and gradually let go of the hand holding his arm. For a moment, he felt that the person in front of him was very strange, but Qingqing's words continued.

"Thank you for bringing me to this place, I don't need inspiration now." Qing Lang took a deep look at the paintings one last time, and left without looking back.

The weather changed quickly, it was still warm and sunny during the day, but at night it was filled with a shivering cold feeling.

Qingyun was sitting at the dining table, wearing a thick pink turtleneck sweater. She picked up a grain of rice with her chopsticks, placed it carefully on the table, and continued to pick out rice grains from the rice bowl with great enjoyment, repeating the action.

Qinglang sat across from him, holding a bowl and eating unhurriedly. It had been a week since he and Mu Yingfeng parted ways that day. The other party seemed to be angry with him and did not contact him again.

But Qinglang is not worried at all, his task is not to attack Mu Yingfeng, so there is no need to wrong him to please him, and he has also sensed the other party's thoughts, so there is no need to take the initiative himself, but I think there will be news soon , Thinking of this sunny day, he felt even more relieved, put down the bowl and was about to drink some soup, when he saw Qingyun sitting opposite him, he helped his forehead helplessly, and sighed.

"Qingyun, what are you doing?"

Qingyun's table was covered with rice grains. She was lowering her head and tinkering with something. When she heard Qing Lang's words, she raised her head, grinned, and pointed to the rice grains on the table, "I'm eating rabbits."

Qinglang was confused by her inexplicable words, and was about to ask, the phone in his pocket rang, he took it out and saw the name displayed on the screen, his eyes darkened, he had to get up and answer the phone elsewhere, before leaving Before that, he still worriedly ordered, "Stop playing, finish your meal."

Qingyun didn't answer, just lowered his head and focused on moving the rice grains.

Qinglang walked to her room, locked the door before answering the phone, "Hello?"

To Qinglang's surprise, the voice on the other end of the phone was not Mu Yingfeng, but a low-pitched male voice. The emotionless tone reminded him of some electrical appliances making intelligent voices.

"Hello, Mr. Qing, my name is Mu Yufeng, and I'm Mu Yingfeng's elder brother."

Mu Yufeng, a person who did not appear in the memory of the original owner, was only mentioned briefly in the information provided by Chen Zhong, without even mentioning his name.

"Oh... oh, hello, I'm Yingfeng's college classmate, just call me Qingliang."

"I'm very optimistic about your company's prospects, and I hope to make an appointment to talk face to face." Mu Yufeng didn't say too many polite words, and straight-forwardly made an appointment with Qinglang for a time and place, and hung up the phone neatly.

The conversation, which lasted less than 5 minutes, ended quickly, but it gave Qing Lang a sense of torment. Mu Yufeng seemed to be calm, but in fact, he took the initiative everywhere in his words, firmly controlling the topic, and achieved his goal in just a few words. Qing Qing hates being suppressed, but in workplace negotiations, this is often a fairly common attack method. Whoever minimizes the opponent's arrogance is the ultimate winner.

Putting down the phone with a wry smile, he also relied on this method to win the best interests for himself during negotiations, but today's call made him feel an unprecedented pressure before seeing Mu Yufeng.

But it was more of a kind of excitement of meeting an opponent, with clear eyes shining brightly, he opened the door and walked out.

Qinglang had already left Mu Yingfeng behind, and didn't even think about why Mu Yufeng called from the other party's mobile phone.

Mu Yufeng's voice seemed to be still ringing in his ears, it was obviously extremely cold but it caused Qinglang's whole body to tremble, Qinglang portrayed the other person's appearance in his mind, but every time he crossed it, In the end, he stopped imagining, and when he walked to the dining table, he was stunned by the picture in front of him.

Qingyun was lying on the table, bowing her head and sticking out her tongue, licking the rice that was placed just now. Her face was extremely satisfied, as if she was eating some delicious food. When she heard the sound, she turned her face to look at Qingqing, her cheeks and hair were stained. With a few grains of rice, it looks a little funny.

But Qinglang couldn't laugh anymore, he walked over, and gently removed the rice grains stuck to her body, his fingers trembling slightly involuntarily, looking at Qingyun who was obediently sitting still, he said softly, "Delicious ?"

Qingyun nodded vigorously, "It's delicious! Eat rabbits!"

Qing Lang looked at the dining table, and after a long time, he could tell from the shape of the rice that it was a rabbit. The corner of his mouth forced a smile, "It's good to eat, but the rabbit will feel uncomfortable if you eat too much, okay if you don't eat it in the future?"

Qingyun stared at him for a while, then nodded and agreed, "Mom and Dad always take medicine out of the bottle for me to take. It's very bitter. If I take it, I won't be able to eat rabbits. I hate it the most."

Qinglang was taken aback when she heard this, and immediately ran to her room, rummaged around for something, finally picked up a white medicine bottle with the words sulpiride tablets printed on it in the trash can, unscrewed the bottle cap, and saw that it was full of pills.

Qinglang stood for a while, then went out to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water, and returned to Qingyun, "Stretch out your hands."

Qingyun didn't say much, and obediently stretched out both hands, spreading out the palms, and the black silk scarf tied around her wrists made her skin as white as jade.

Qing Qing put the prepared pills and water in her hand, "Take it."

The cloud doesn't move.

Qinglang frowned, pursed her lips tightly and said, "Do you want to see Mu Yingfeng?"

These words finally made Qingyun take the medicine honestly, she turned over her hands, and signaled to take it, "Where is Yingfeng?"

This medicine works really fast!Qing Qing sneered in her heart, and answered her coldly, "He will return to China in a few days, and I will take you to find him as soon as possible."

Qingyun looked at him straight, and nodded after a while, "Remember what you said, don't think I'm crazy, you can separate me and Yingfeng, I don't have as much heart as you, I only want him!"

Qingqing just gave her a cold look, said nothing, turned and went back to her room, the closed door seemed to be the furthest distance between him and Qingyun.