camouflage amnesia

He Mu showed a rather "appreciative" expression, "It seems that Mu is always a good boss, and the employees trust you when they are wronged."

Mu Qingran: "The problem Mr. He just mentioned does exist, and we will hold an internal meeting to solve it later. I believe Mr. He's intention of coming today is not to embarrass our company's employees."

Su Li cast a grateful look at Mu Qingran.

The smile on He Mu's lips widened, and he nodded, "I was just joking just now, KM's employees, whether to leave or stay, of course, Mr. Mu has the final say."

After speaking, he picked up the ballpoint pen on the table again, and slowly pressed the end of the pen with his thumb, making a sound of "click... da... ka... da...", as if time slowed down.

At this moment, the woman in work attire sitting on He Mu's left and flipping through the financial statements said, "Director Su, this account receivable has been delayed for two years. Can I understand that bad debts need to be dealt with later?"

She pushed the circled paper to Su Li.

"Our colleagues have been actively following up on this account. The other party is a customer who has cooperated for a long time, but because the person in charge of this project has changed, a lot of materials are missing, and it will take some time."

The questioner in front of him didn't have such a strong sense of oppression as Mr. He, and Su Li regained his former calmness.

He Mu glanced at the chief financial officer, and said to his employees: "This project involves a huge amount of funds, please check carefully."

The four employees nodded to the boss in unison, and immediately went back to work.

In fact, for today's work, they can come to KM to communicate directly with Director Su. After all, the investigation work takes time, and it cannot be completed in one morning or one afternoon, and the process is boring. Most of the time, several people sit in a room each other silent.

But I don't know if the two bosses happened to be very busy, and they both sat by the side to accompany them.

The elite employees of Maple Leaf Investment feel the fear of being dominated by their bosses, and they dare not even go to the toilet.

He Mu put his elbows on the conference table, rested his chin with one hand, and fixed his eyes on Director Su's face. There was a slight curve on his lips, and he seemed to be smiling.

Su Li inadvertently bumped into Mr. He's sight a few times, and for some reason, he felt a creepy feeling.

She thought to herself that Mr. He probably wanted to dampen the spirit of their company. As an employee of KM, she couldn't embarrass Mu Qingran.

Su Li straightened up, and answered the other employee's questions more seriously and professionally.

I don't know how long it has passed, Mu Qingran looked at the dial on her wrist, turned her head and said to Su Li: "You treat the people from Maple Leaf to a meal for me, and come back to ask me for reimbursement."

"Okay, Mr. Mu." Su Li said, "Then you at noon..."

He Mu got up, walked to Mu Qingran's side, crossed his arms, and leaned slightly, "President Mu, I've made a reservation for the restaurant, let's go."

Mu Qingran didn't receive He Mu's lunch invitation in advance, so he looked up at her for a moment and stood up.

It was a default to have lunch with her.

A trace of loneliness flashed in Su Li's eyes, followed Mu Qingran to stand up, nodded goodbye to the two bosses, and called the people opposite to eat.

When they separated a few years ago, He Mu was not as tall as Mu Qingran, but when she was 19 years old, she actually jumped a few centimeters, breaking through 1.7 meters in one go.

Today, the heels of the two are about the same height, so He Mu has a height advantage.

He used to look up, but now, He Mu felt an indescribable subtle feeling in his heart when he had to look down slightly to look at Mu Qingran's eyes.

"Which one?" Mu Qingran asked concisely.

He Mu reported the name of the restaurant, and walked out first.

He Mu booked a private vegetarian restaurant. The dishes on the table were exquisite and exquisite. The meat-like Mei Cai Pork and Dongpo Pork were actually cooked with tofu or other vegetarian ingredients.

These dishes on the table, even if the chef shows superb knife skills, carefully controls the heat, and treats them carefully, they just look like something else, and when you eat them, you can still tell that they have a different taste.

He Mu felt that he was a chef who tried his best to change a single ingredient, but in the end he would find that some things and some people could never be changed.

Mu Qingran asked straight to the point: "Is my performance last night enough for Mr. He to lend a helping hand?"

The words, which were obviously pleading, came out of her mouth without being humble or overbearing.

He Mu didn't answer this question, but looked into Mu Qingran's eyes, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Your chief financial officer likes you, right?"

"Perhaps." Mu Qingran's answer was still the same concise.

"So you know." He Mu's chest was filled with nameless fire, but the smile on his face did not diminish.

"As long as it doesn't affect my work, I don't care who she likes." Mu Qingran said.

"I almost forgot that my sister never cared about other people's thoughts." He Mu's voice was a little lower, "Since that's the case, why bother to defend others in front of me and let them misunderstand."

Mu Qingran: "If any other employee is scolded by someone outside, I, the boss, will speak out."

He Mu: "Yeah, I'm just an outsider, not as close as your good employees."

Mu Qingran picked up a piece of lettuce and put it in his mouth, ending the conversation.

His face was pale, showing no emotion.

The air is quiet, save for the faint sound of chewing.

After a while, He Mu suppressed the anger in his heart, smiled again and said, "Compared to when I was a child, am I more annoying to my sister?"

Mu Qingran put down her chopsticks and met He Mu's gaze, "I said, I don't remember many things."

He Mu clenched the chopsticks in his hand, took a deep breath, and maintained a stiff smile on his face: "My sister's ability to provoke people is still as good as it was a few years ago."

Mu Qingran: "Mr. He has never thought about the reason why he can't control his emotions."

What He Mu has improved the most over the years is the ability to control his emotions. Instead of showing anger, he changed the subject: "I invite you to be a vegetarian today, do you want to know the reason?"

Mu Qingran just looked at her and didn't speak.

He Mu continued: "Because I made a heavy oath in front of the Buddha, as long as you can make everything go wrong and your life is rough, believers are willing to eat vegetarian every day and take refuge in my Buddha. Now it's time to fulfill the vow."

"You hate me." Mu Qingran raised the corner of her lips slightly, but quickly pressed it back, not knowing whether it was funny or angry.

It was the only expression of emotion on her face that morning, aside from a commercial smile.

"You're wrong, I don't hate you." He Mu's eyes bent down, and he said with a smile, "I won't waste a little extra affection on you, I'm just not reconciled, I don't want you to live well without me That's all."

Mu Qingran looked down at the watch on her wrist, "I still have a meeting in the afternoon, I'll take you wherever you want to go." As he spoke, he walked to the door and took off the light gray leather bag from the hanger, "You should I don’t want to waste another afternoon sitting around.”

There was no chance for the topic to continue, nor was there a chance for He Mu to refuse.

He Mu is used to the feeling of punching cotton.

She picked up a tissue to wipe her mouth, put on some lipstick for herself, stood up slowly and walked to Mu Qingran, "Mr. Mu is right, my time is precious, and I shouldn't waste it on unimportant things."

Mu Qingran pushed the door open and stepped aside.

He Mu took off the camera-sized purse from the hanger, put it on his shoulder, walked out without looking at Mu Qingran.

The door of the president's office was pushed open.

"Mr. Mu, this is the ticket for lunch." Su Li put a thin piece of paper on the table, "Actually, you don't need to be reimbursed, just treat it as my invitation..."

"Wait a minute." Mu Qingran glanced at the amount, and directly picked up the phone to transfer the money.

A new message popped up on the phone Su Li held in his hand.

"There is no reason to let employees pay for me." Mu Qingran said.

"Got it, I..." Su Li paused.

Mu Qingran: "What else?"

"I want to thank you for speaking for me this morning." Su Li pursed his lips, avoiding his eyes unnaturally, "I will definitely work harder in the future, so I won't let you work so hard."

"I don't want any employee to bring other emotions into the workplace." Mu Qingran said, "As a boss, I have the responsibility to protect employees, provided that employees do their job well."

Su Li is not stupid, he immediately heard the meaning behind Mu Qingran's words, and hurriedly explained: "Mr. Mu, I didn't, I..."

Mu Qingran got up and walked out with her mobile phone, "Please tell Director Ye for me, and we will have a meeting in the small conference room in half an hour."

Su Li twitched the corner of his mouth bitterly, "Okay, Mr. Mu."

It turned out that even if President Mu knew that she liked her, it didn't matter. He didn't even need a reason or explanation.

An hourglass stands on the table, framed by bronze lines, symmetrical up and down, diamond-shaped, and every turn is simple and crisp.

Only a shallow cone-shaped bottom remains of the golden fine sand in the glazed belly of the upper layer.

The sand is still slipping away one by one.

He Mu curled up lazily, half-closed his eyes, and his thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

Finally, when the last thin layer of sand fell, the doorbell rang.

He Mu was not in a hurry, got up slowly, walked to the mirror in the bathroom, picked up a delicate golden tube of lipstick, and outlined the seductive lip line.

She raised her hand to iron the folds of the neckline of the nightgown, and the wine red silk satin was very docile under her hands, covering half of the collarbone just right.

The owner of the collarbone stroked his lips lightly with his fingers, showing an indescribable charm.

Her knuckles were long and white like onions, and her nails were neatly trimmed.

He Mu curled his lips in front of the mirror, and brushed his hair behind his shoulders. His black hair like a waterfall hung straight down to his waist.

When she came out of the bathroom to open the door, a few minutes had passed since the first doorbell rang, and it seemed that there was no important person at the door.

The heavy metal door opened with a "squeak", and cold wind poured in from the outside.

The wind at night is a bit chilly.

He Mu got goosebumps from the wind, and his toes curled up uncontrollably, but he still had that lazy expression on his face.

Seeing He Mu's cool clothes, Mu Qingran stepped in quickly and closed the door with his backhand.

He Mu crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, "I said I would see you within half an hour." In a questioning tone.

Meaning - you didn't make it.

Mu Qingran didn't speak, her light brown eyes were very calm, and there was a decent smile on the corner of her lips, not annoyed because He Mu deliberately found fault.

He Mu gave Mu Qingran a thumbs-up, "Come in." She glanced sideways at Mu Qingran, then turned to get out of the way.

He Mu didn't take two steps, suddenly there were more hands around his waist, and his back hit into the softness.

The coldness of the autumn night had not yet faded from the body of the person who had just entered, He Mu couldn't help but tremble.

In the ear, the hot wind accompanied by the voice of the words blows, "I just did it yesterday, but you are looking for me again today, are you lonely?"

He Mu sneered, "Children will be fresh for a few days when they get new toys, won't they?"

She put her hand between Mu Qingran's fingers, and said casually: "What's more, it's embarrassing for me to ask my sister to pretend to enjoy it. You should know that frustration can arouse a person's fighting spirit even more."

Mu Qingran pinched He Mu's earlobe, leaned into her ear and said, "I'm going to take a bath."

He Mu's ears trembled, like a leaf of mimosa.

"Just take a shower, you don't need to tell me." His tone was indifferent and superior.

When the sound of the bathroom door closing sounded, He Mu walked quickly to the half-person-high bar in the living room, took a few sips from the water glass on the table, and unconsciously exerted force on the fingers holding the glass, causing the knuckles to turn white.

She almost drowned in Mu Qingran's arms again.

This feeling is really annoying.