camouflage amnesia

He Mu didn't want to be disturbed easily without any future, and struggled to get up.

But Mu Qingran hugged her waist tightly, turned over and pressed her on the sofa.

The pure white leather sofa bears the weight of two people and is slightly dented.

He Mu's hands were stuck above his head, unable to move.

In front of him, Mu Qingran's eyes were foggy, and he was not awake at all; he licked his lips, and his breathing was heavy, as if he had been thirsty for a long time, and wanted to grab a handful of clear spring and drink it down his throat.

"Rest early." After He Mu said lightly, he raised his shoulders hard, but failed to get up.

She couldn't tell whether it was Mu Qingran's strength that was too strong, or she didn't use her full strength.

Mu Qingran clasped He Mu's wrist, and slowly slid her index finger into her delicate palm, gently circling and rubbing.

He Mu tightened his jaw, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his pupils slanted to the corners of his eyes, not looking at Mu Qingran's flushed face, "You're drunk." She said.

If he wasn't drunk, how could he make such a puzzling move.

Mu Qingran directly covered the corners of He Mu's lips, her thin lips parted slightly, and lightly held half of the same soft lip.

The tips of the two noses touch, deflect, pass by, meet again, and squeeze each other.

"Are... are you... crazy!" He Mu spit out a sentence intermittently with his lips blocked, his anger was beyond words.

Mu Qingran and her had never kissed during the couple of couples' dews. The only time they touched each other was when they got angry and bit each other's tongues in the office.

For Yu Hemu, the rubbing of lips and the blending of tongue and abdomen are exclusive and almost sacred intimacy for lovers who are happy with each other.

She thought Mu Qingran was the same, but it turned out that it wasn't.

She was angry that Mu Qingran easily desecrated the sanctity in her heart when she was drunk, and she was even more angry that she couldn't push such a bad person away.

Mu Qingran doesn't want her, she should torture Mu Qingran and take revenge on Mu Qingran.

What is this now?

A hot tear fell from the corner of He Mu's eye, blurring the raised eyeliner.

He Mu wanted to bite the tip of Mu Qingran's tongue like last time, but felt the softness between his teeth, so he withdrew his strength, clamped Mu Qingran's wrist instead, and turned over.

Both of them fell off the sofa, and the back of Mu Qingran's head and back hit the ground.

Fortunately, there is a soft carpet, so the fall was not serious.

Mu Qingran raised her brows like a hill.

What just flashed past Mu Qingran's eyes, was it grievance?

He Mu has long been tired of being self-indulgent, people would do a lot of strange things under the influence of alcohol, wouldn't they?

Perhaps, Mu Qingran was just too drunk to restrain the physiological needs of this age.

He Mu stuck his ten fingers into Mu Qingran's, pinching her hand until it deformed.

Mu Qingran didn't seem to feel the pain, so she raised her head and pecked He Mu's lips again.

He Mu lowered his voice and said in a low voice, "What exactly do you want to do?"

But her question still has no answer after all.

Mu Qingran dropped her head back to the carpet, closed her eyes, and let out a slight breathing sound in her nasal cavity.

He Mu was distracted by the smell of alcohol lingering at the tip of her nose, or maybe, when she tasted the wine remaining in Mu Qingran's mouth, she became drunk along with her.

What bothered her even more was that no amount of alcohol could cover it up. The fragrance on Mu Qingran's neck, no matter how long it had passed, still made her hard to resist, rosemary.

How can a plaything be qualified to do whatever it wants.

He Mu dragged Mu Qingran to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and the water splashed everywhere.

In just a few seconds, Mu Qingran was drenched with water, and her slightly curly long hair with a perfect curvature was all attached to her face and neck.

Water streamed down the neck, soaking the black stand-up blazer and the white silk shirt underneath.

Under the shower, the woman with a cold face was washed out of her graceful silhouette by the water column.

The thorny red rose is close to the holy white rose, and the sharp rhizome pierces the bud of the white rose;

The white petals quivered and opened.

The flowers and leaves that were cut by the sharp thorns were scattered and scattered, stained with the powder of red roses.

……

He Mu came to the sofa in the living room with the quilt and pillows in his arms, wrapped himself up like a caterpillar, and closed his eyes.

She definitely didn't feel sorry for Mu Qingran who came to sleep on the sofa when he was drunk, but Mu Qingran was paralyzed on the bed like a lump of mud, and she couldn't move.

However, this time Mu Qingran has really reached the peak.

That kind of coquettishness from the inside out cannot be faked.

It seems that wine is sometimes a good thing.

But what if she doesn't show up today?

In the five years without her, did Mu Qingran also have a time like this, when he kissed someone on a drunk night, lingering, without any grievances.

The person on the sofa lost his breathing, curled up his knees, and hugged him in his arms, like a baby in the mother's womb.

It's not yet December, and the temperature has begun to drop rapidly.The wet cold of the south will always find any crack and drill into your bones.

He Mu grew up in the north where there is heating. Occasionally going to the south for vacation is also when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. It is really difficult to get used to the cold bed that never keeps warm.

In the early morning, He Mu was just a little conscious, and felt that he was sleeping on the ice bed of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and the quilt covering his body was also like an ice blanket.

Ten toes shrank from the cold.

The neck was stiff and painful, and the arms pressed against the sides were numb.His right hand was indescribably sore.

I really don't know if I was sleeping or being tortured last night.

She sat up slowly, moved her shoulders, coughed a few times, cleared her throat, looked up, and saw that the bedroom door was open.

It seemed to be closed last night.

He Mu got up and walked into the bedroom.

The sheets and quilt covers were replaced with new ones, and they were laid out meticulously and flatly, without any indication of how fierce the battlefield was last night.

The small house was empty, and she was alone.

The whole body of the person standing by the bed was even colder, as if his blood was cold.

In fact, you guessed it long before you came in, didn't you?

A shy smile appeared on the corner of He Mu's lips, and he walked to the clear French window.

After a long cloudy day, the sun finally came out.It's her favorite sunny day.

He Mu narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand to the sun.The slender fingers were slightly bent, as if trying to catch the precious sunlight, but they were afraid that it would fall apart as soon as they were grasped.

In the end, she withdrew her hand, raised her plain face slightly, her nose fluttered, and greedily sucked in the oxygen warmed by the sun.

Fish need water, she needs sun.

"Morning He." The receptionist stood up and greeted him with a smile.

"Morning," He Mu smiled at the front desk, "Xiaofa, right?"

The lady at the front desk was surnamed Hua, and there was a colleague who always pronounced it as "Fa", so she simply gave herself a nickname, Xiaofa.In this way, colleagues will not feel too unfamiliar when calling her.

Unexpectedly, He always called her that.

The receptionist surnamed Hua was stunned for half a minute before nodding in surprise: "That's right, it's me."

He Mu had a friendly attitude, "If you feel that Boss He is too formal to call me on normal occasions, you can also call me Boss Mu." After speaking, he laughed, "I forgot, there is a Boss Mu in the company."

"Then... I'll call you Boss Mu Mu, and other colleagues should be willing to call you that." Xiaofa at the front desk is very talented in handling interpersonal relationships, knowing that the new leader wants to enter the company with a friendly image, Naturally, he helped He Mu set up the steps.

He Mu raised his eyebrows, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Please Xiaofa make me a cup of coffee, hot American style, thank you." After finishing speaking, he walked towards the office.

The two female colleagues stood at the door for a long time, waiting for He Mu to walk away before they dared to come in.

"Miss Sister's voice is so nice! My ears are going to be pregnant!"

"Yes, yes, I feel the same way, especially like the sick and charming sister in the radio drama I listened to recently, especially the faint graininess in the voice, so magnetic!"

Hearing their conversation, Xiaofa laughed and joked, "Wipe your drool off, you two! I thought you were only interested in handsome guys, why do you see beauties as idiots!"

"Who doesn't like beautiful women!" The female colleague who is obsessed with radio dramas clasped her hands, raised the corners of her mouth, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the sun, "I've already imagined a love novel about a sickly president and a sickly Cinderella in prison."

The colleague next to him looked horrified, "You are not right!" The next second, "Hurry up and show me when you finish writing."

Xiaofa covered her mouth and suppressed a smile, "If Mumu always knows that you have such thoughts, it must be..." She raised her hand and made a gesture of wiping her neck.

"Of course this kind of dangerous thought can only be hidden in my own mind, how can I—" The voice stopped abruptly, the speaker turned into petrification, and forgot to close his half-open mouth.

A few steps away, the big boss Mu Qingran was standing at the door of the small conference room, with a tablet computer in one hand and a coffee cup in the other, very much like the statue of the goddess Taimes holding a sword in one hand and a balance in the other at the gate of the court.

So... what I just said...

Mu Qingran didn't intend to embarrass the staff, so she went straight back to the office, as if she didn't hear anything.

"Ahhh! I'm dead!" The female client whose boss heard her dangerous thoughts just wanted to disappear in place. In short, there may be some ideas!

Xiaofa didn't know how to comfort his colleague, so he could only embarrassingly make a "hold on" gesture to her, and then turned to the tea room to prepare coffee for Mu Mu.

"Knock, knock, knock." Xiao Fa knocked on the office door.

"Please come in." The person inside responded.

"Boss Mu Mu, the coffee you want." Xiaofa put the white ceramic cup in He Mu's hand, showing a sunny smile that made people feel happy just by looking at it.

"Thank you." He Mu leaned back in the chair, looked up at the little girl, and smiled, "Your dimples are so cute."

Xiaofa entered the society early and has worked for two years. He is only 22 years old now, a little younger than He Mu, plus he is petite, so he is always praised as cute in the company.

But it was the first time to be praised so much by a senior leader.

"Thank you, Mr. Mu Mu." She scratched her ear, embarrassed.

He Mu has experienced many experiences in the past five years, and he has long understood that people can not only rely on liking, but also skills in order to make others work for him. Sincere appreciation is far more effective than criticism.

It has long been her habit to first discover other people's shining points and affirm them.

The premise is that the target is not Mu Qingran.

Just at this time, "Mr. He, I remember you said that you want to participate in the conference call with Yangde Advertising." Mu Qingran appeared at the door at some point, "Everyone is waiting for you alone."

He Mu remembered that this was indeed the case, picked up the phone, and the request for the group meeting was beating on the screen.I set it to mute yesterday and forgot to turn it back on.

He Mu put on the earphones, tapped the screen with his fingers, and joined the meeting.He didn't answer Mu Qingran's words, nor did he look at her again.

Mu Qingran walked over, pulled the phone from He Mu's hand, confirmed that the microphone was off, and said, "Go to the big meeting room."

Her tone was colder than before, and she was completely different from the one who took the initiative to get angry last night.

He Mu stood up, took back his phone, and when passing by Mu Qingran, he bumped Mu Qingran hard on the shoulder whether it was intentional or not.

Xiaofa, who was still immersed in the joy of the leader's praise just a second ago, stood at attention and didn't dare to show his atmosphere. He didn't seem to have made any mistakes just now, but why did he feel that the eyes that Mr. Mu looked at her just now were a bit piercing?

The author has something to say:

Sister: I think it's not that I'm not good at technology, it's that I'm short of wine.

感谢在2020-12-1718:58:44~2020-12-1818:36:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: 2 Sijichun Macchiatos; Mofeng attacking, whose big C1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of jjdf; 2 bottles of fat sausage from Xiangyu; 361414361 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!