camouflage amnesia

The author has something to say: This is the second update published together, and there is another chapter ahead.

Happy weekend, I'm just an ordinary little bee.

Mu Qingran swallowed her brains calmly, without saying a word, not even changing her eyes.

It was as if he hadn't done anything strange just now.

——This is the so-called, as long as you are not embarrassed, am I the one who is embarrassed?

He Mu began to wonder if he had wrongly blamed Mu Qingran.

——I can't guarantee that she really smashed her brain and lost her memory.

Meanwhile, on other tables, the food is hot.

Hot pot has such a magical power that it can quickly shorten the distance between people.

Even if the company employees who stay in the cold concrete cubicle all day long and eat hot hot pot together, they can temporarily forget the friction and unhappiness at work, and just immerse themselves in the smoky atmosphere. In the taste of happiness.

Originally, the boss was present, and everyone was very cautious at first, but as the taste buds were stimulated by the spicy and delicious aroma, they were sweating, and their stomachs were also flustered. It is impossible not to drink alcohol tomorrow and weekend.

One after another, someone called the waiter to bring cold beer.

In the customer department, drinking capacity has almost become an implicit standard for assessing business capabilities, but being forced to drink with customers is completely different from voluntary drinking when you are in a good mood.

It's not unreasonable that Chinese people like to talk about things at the wine table. After a few glasses of wine, alcohol catalyzes, and strangers who may never know each other can sit together and chat about life.

I don't know which colleague boldly went over to toast the two bosses first, and started to make a head start, and colleagues followed one after another.

Although He Mu doesn't agree with the wine table culture, he doesn't particularly reject it.

Usually, she doesn't need to drink to talk to people, but she can see that these colleagues who came forward to toast have gradually begun to let go of their initial defenses against her.

There's nothing wrong with having a drink or two.

She basically didn't refuse when she came to toast.

Of course, not everyone in the client department likes to drink. Some people hate this kind of thing by nature, and they even hate people who persuade them to drink for various reasons.

When Li Bin was the manager, he especially liked to find all kinds of excuses to make the people under him drink at dinner parties. If he didn't drink, he would lose face.

Sometimes, I will take advantage of the opportunity.

The female staff hated it.

Fortunately, Mr. Mu and Mr. He seemed to be drinking the wine toasted by others, but they didn't say who was forcing them to drink.

This time, it can be said that it was a happy dinner with the leader present, but still able to eat steadily.

"I don't know why, but when I saw Mr. He and Mr. Mu sitting there, I thought they were a perfect match." A girl wearing silver-rimmed glasses smiled like an aunt.

"Is the match you mentioned the one I thought?" asked the person next to him.

"Probably." The silver-rimmed glasses laughed, "Although I'm straight, I don't know why, but I especially like to knock on the CP of beautiful young ladies."

"I doubt whether you are straight or not, but I think Mr. Mu is straight. There was a person from the technical department who imitated Mr. Mu to hold a meeting during dinner that day. He is simply a straight man!"

Another little girl at the same table said: "You want to let President Mu hear what you say, do you still want to mess around?"

"Don't I just dare to tell you that even if Mu is always a straight man, he is also a very cute kind."

"Oh!" the silver-rimmed glasses sighed, "How can there be such a big gap between people! How can there be such a perfect person as Mr. Mu! He is simply my role model in life!"

"Boss He is not bad." A female colleague said, "Although at first I thought it was the little lover of a senior manager of Maple Leaf Investment, who got her position because of her beauty. Later, I heard that she was the third lady of the He Group. I thought it must be a pampered vase."

The more she talked, the brighter her eyes became, "As a result, I went out to eat with people that day. Guess what I heard?"

"Don't be tricky, just say it!"

"I heard that Mr. He took a ponytail and sat at the gate of Yuedong Technology Company for several hours in order to collect debts. It is said that people who came in and saw Mr. He later found out that she was the He family. The little princess of the group is so shocked that her jaw is about to dislocate."

"Hearing what you said, I feel that there is another ideal in the world! The status is noble and flexible, what kind of fairy and heroine design is this!" The silver-rimmed glasses couldn't help but shared, "I've been a big heroine in TV dramas lately. I'm almost knocked out, what's wrong with a man when a woman wakes up!"

"Who doesn't love an ambitious and capable sister?" said the youngest intern on the table, "Of course, I also like Oppa. I have always liked domineering presidents, but now I find that the young milk dog also It’s so cute! My motivation now is to live in a big house, soak in a big bathtub, hold a glass of red wine, and take care of my little brother when I’m in my 30s!”

"Your idea..." The older colleague and sister paused, "But the needle doesn't poke."

This is the net language she just learned from her intern little sister.

"Why don't we go to Mu Zong for a drink? There are not many opportunities like this."

"Okay, okay! I just don't dare to go alone."

The girls at this table didn't like to drink alcohol, but they didn't resist the temptation to follow the trend and go to the boss's table to toast.

In most film and television dramas, female subordinates will definitely have various bloody conflicts with female bosses.The reason is either that the female subordinate feels that there is no way to attract the attention of the boss with her beauty, or that the female boss has something wrong with herself, either she likes to pick on female subordinates, or she likes to blame her.

It seems that in the eyes of those screenwriters, women should naturally be hostile to each other.

In fact, female employees are more likely to feel admiration and admiration for capable female bosses and bosses.

Everyone has the right to dream, and every rookie who enters the workplace also has what he wants to be.

Mu Qingran just fits their imagination of a successful woman.

Now, there is one more He Mu.

He Mu probably knew her drinking capacity, and she was going to refuse to come again, but she noticed carefully just now that these girls had been drinking drinks before, so they shouldn't be the kind of drinkers.They came to toast, it should be more of a heart.

So He Mu still didn't refuse, and drank a few more glasses.

Mu Qingran frowned, but said nothing.

The reason why everyone chooses to respect He Mu first is because compared to the new Mr. He, respecting Mr. Mu requires more mental construction.

Although Mr. Mu's voice is very gentle, he has a strong sense of distance.

To describe it in one word, it can only be "Flower of Gaoling". Standing there and doing nothing makes people afraid to approach.

"Mr. Mu," said the most courageous silver-rimmed glasses as the representative, "We want to toast you a glass of wine together, is that okay?"

He Mu: "???"

At her place, they are shared by each person. How can they be combined into one cup at Mu Qingran's place?

——Is it because I look bigger?

Thinking of this, He Mu's desire to win was fully satisfied.

Mu Qingran picked up the beer glass on the table, nodded to several people, and drank it slowly.

By the time the plates on the table were cleared and the wine was almost drunk, it was already past 10 o'clock in the evening.

Su Li stood up and clapped his hands, "I think everyone should eat and drink well today, then let's go back to our respective homes."

"By the way," she clapped her hands, "should we thank the person who treated us?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at He Mu, "I am here to thank Mr. He first."

She made a sample, and the people in the customer department said in unison tacitly: "Thank you, Mr. He."

He Mu got up and replied with a smile: "I hope everyone will work hard in the future. I'm still waiting for the company to make money. Mr. Mu will take us to a luxury team building abroad."

She looked at Mu Qingran, looking down, her lips curved slightly, and her smile didn't reach her eyes, "How about Fairbanks?" There are more than 200 days a year to see the aurora there.

She once really wanted to go there with Mu Qingran to see the aurora. Perhaps she naively thought that the aurora of Yongye could lead them to eternity.

Mu Qingran looked away, "I'll pay the bill." She took her mobile phone and went to the bar.

He Mu rubbed his head, he must have drunk too much before he started talking nonsense again.

Su Li took a taxi and took a few female colleagues who dropped by.

He Mu drank those few cups, and before he walked out of the hot pot restaurant, his eyes began to blur, his eyelids kept fighting, and his brain became dull.

Mu Qingran saw that He Mu was drunk, so he helped her button her coat and helped her into the car.

When the car started, He Mu's body became weak, and he fell on Mu Qingran's shoulder. When he was in a daze, the thorn disappeared from his body.

Although the driver was driving smoothly, He Mu still felt dizzy, his head was shaking, his brows were knit together, and he could see that he was very uncomfortable.

She snorted a few times, like a puppy is sick and needs a warm palm to touch its head.

Mu Qingran turned sideways, supported He Mu's shoulders, helped her lie down, put her pillow on her lap, and held He Mu's head with one hand to fix it.

Finally, He Mu felt much better and calmed down.

The light inside the car was dim, and the warm yellow light from the street lights outside the window shone in from time to time, reflecting Mu Qingran's profile.

Her eyelashes drooped, not knowing what to think.

……

He Mu was drunk and dishonest, and kicked her hands and feet. Mu Qingran let her in, sweating a little.

It wasn't until he reached the bed that He Mu became more honest, closed his eyes, and collapsed into a ball of mud.

Mu Qingran sighed softly, went to the bathroom to find a cotton pad and makeup remover, and squatted beside the bed to help He Mu wipe off the makeup on his face.

After wiping it several times with a face towel, a face completely different from the one with makeup on broke into Mu Qingran's light brown pupils, pure and well-behaved, with some immature traces left.

It coincides with the figure from a few years ago.

For those who were not drunk, their eyes gradually lost focus.