said don't mess with me

Although Han Qingshi's voice was weak, his tone was as gentle as water, and there was a gentleness hidden in it that no one else could peek at.

Mucha only saw each other on the night when the two were intimate.

That night, Han Qing didn't forget to ask her if the strength and temperature of the water were appropriate even after cleaning up.

That tenderness was particularly fatal back then, but now...it would be fatal.

"Silence is tacit consent?" Han Qing put down his hands, and asked the silent Mu Xia again.

Mucha woke up with a start, hung up the phone and turned around.

This transformation turned into face to face with Han Qingshi.

The two almost hit each other.

Mucha was so frightened that he quickly leaned his upper body back, pressed his back against the sink, tried his best to keep the distance between the two of them apart, and said dryly, "Mr. Han, why are you out?"

Han Qing looked down at Mu Xia's twisted posture that could break his waist, expressionless.

Then he walked to the side, straightened his hair in front of the bright mirror, and said nothing that Mucha couldn't answer, "Come out to take a breath."

"Oh, then you go ahead, I'll go back first." Mucha ran out as if fleeing.

Han Qing looked at the mirror without squinting, "Wait a minute." His tone was obviously lower than before.

Mu Xia's face of about to escape successfully turned into a bitter melon in an instant. Standing two or three meters away, his smile was uglier than crying, "What else do you want?"

Han Qing turned around and leaned half against the sink with his legs bent.

The light there is very bright, even if Mucha doesn't observe deliberately, he can still see the marks on her wrist clearly.

There was a lot of enthusiasm and a sense of guilt.

With a mournful face, Mu Xia said humbly: "Mr. Han, I was wrong. I was blind and didn't recognize you. If you don't remember the villain's mistakes, can you just pretend that nothing happened that night?"

Han Qing didn't answer, but looked at Mu Xia calmly from a short distance away.

The bright light came from behind, making her clear and sharp silhouette extra soft.

Mu Xia thought to herself, most of the gentle people inside are soft-hearted, and Han Qingshi will definitely not embarrass her.

That's all I thought.

In the next second, Han Qingshi's moist lips moved slightly, and he slowly uttered two words, "Not good."

Mucha, "..." The ruthlessness of capitalism is indeed deeply rooted.

It's mealtime right now, even though the hotel boxes have their own bathrooms, few people come to the public toilets, but there are many who, like them, want to come here to 'breathe'.

Mu Xia was afraid that something else would happen if it dragged on for a long time, so he planned to take the initiative to negotiate terms with Han Qingshi.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Han Qing's voice coming again, with a warning in his low voice, "Musha, I told you, don't mess with me."

Mucha couldn't refute.

Han Qingshi did say this, more than once, from TONIGHT to the hotel bed, she repeated it three times.

Three times out, they broke the last line.

Mucha's intestines are turning green with regret now.

How to do?

Money is definitely useless, people are the boss of GN, so poor that there is only money left.

what else?

A verbal apology is not enough, but practical actions?

With a thought in his heart, Mu Xia secretly poked at Han Qingshi's hand in his trouser pocket.

The slender wrists were covered by trouser pockets and sleeves, and the circle of blue marks could no longer be seen.

But she still has to use tape to cover up when she goes in and out of public places, so she should be very concerned about it.

Wouldn't it be easier to start here?

Mu Xia had an idea and braved up to walk towards Han Qingshi.

Han Qingshi leaned on and didn't move, she really wanted to see what tricks Mu Xia could come up with to make her let go.

When the girl's soft hands grasped her wrist, rubbed it lightly, then raised her eyes, and looked into her eyes with bright eyes, she had to admit—Mucha had a lot of surprises in her mind Everything can make her give in to her.

"Mr. Han, I'll rub it for you, can you stop being angry?" Mu Xia asked flatteringly, with a playful and vivid expression on his face.

Han Qing was silent for a while, and lightly pressed his upper thumb with his middle finger that was hanging casually, and slowly slid it to the palm along the soft fingertips.

After a long time, Mucha's hands began to feel sore.

Han Qing finally spoke again.

She said, "OK."

In the quiet space, the scent of sandalwood is strong.

Han Qing, who was tall and outstanding, leaned casually by the sink, with his wrist half raised.

Mucha, who was much shorter, stood in front of him, bowed his head and rubbed her wrists, with a very serious expression.

Rubbing and rubbing, the little girl suddenly puffed up her cheeks and muttered depressingly, "I'm not a dog."

----

Mucha went back to the box first.

Han Qing took a long time to answer a work call.

When she came in again, Mucha, who opened the mouth to drink, was downed several more glasses.

Now her cheeks were flushed, as was her forehead, and her eyes, as clear as a newborn deer, were full of innocence, staring blankly ahead, not knowing what she was looking at.

I think it's too hot to drink too much.

Mucha pouted unhappily, hugged an empty water glass and rolled it on his face.

The translucent glass presses the peach-colored face, which is very cute.

Han Qing wanted to laugh unconsciously, then thought about why Mu Xia became like this, and gave Zhao Jiahui a displeased look.

The latter understood, and immediately found the wine that was blocked by the head and was going to be sent to Mucha.

Han Qing continued to walk in.

Passing behind Mucha, she saw that the plate in front of her was almost useless, and the only piece of meat in it was thrown aside after taking a small bite.

The peppers on top were picked clean.

The dinner lasted for another half an hour, and there was still work on both sides, so there was no further delay.

"Mr. Yan, I've worked hard on the project, and it's a pleasure to cooperate." Han Qing said politely.

Yan Wei smiled honestly and sincerely, and he couldn't tell that he was selling old fritters, "It must be, there is some 'leftover' project behind Mr. Han, don't forget our Hezhong."

"Mr. Yan is too modest. He has a lot of talents and a solid business. With his own advantages, he is not afraid of not having good projects."

"Hahaha, you can't compare with GN."

After a short greeting, the two left in two directions.

Before leaving, Han Qing took another look at Mu Xia.

Since just now, she has been standing by the wall, with a bright smile on her face, but she just stood there without saying a word, she looked particularly obedient and obedient, far from the image of the chirping little sparrow in Chen Deping's mouth , Those who don't know think she is a box attendant, and her job is to talk less and do more, with a professional smirk.

"Mr. Yan, is this little developer of yours drinking too much?" Han Qing asked jokingly.

Yan Wei looked in the direction her gaze was pointing at.

The smiling flower by the wall is not only undefeated, but also more sunny.

"It seems that we still have to prepare some drinks for the lesbians in the future." Yan Wei said, "Zhang Chi, do you know friends from Xiaomu School?"

Zhang Chi, who was talking about the project with GN Development, was picked up, walked over quickly and said, "I know, Mu Mu's best friend is my girlfriend."

"That's just right, Xiao Mu will leave it to you, and you must send her back to school safely."

"Don't worry, if she loses a strand of hair, my girlfriend can grab my whole head without hesitation."

As Zhang Chi said, he humbly touched the top of his head which was no longer lush.

When other people talk about love, they usually forget their friends because of sex, but this one in his family is good. Even if a boyfriend is just a tool in front of his girlfriends, he would be in the way.

Zhang Chi silently sighed, and walked over to help Mu Xia.

Before touching her hand, Han Qing suddenly said again, "Mr. Yan, please don't bother me, I just pass by Mu Gong School in a while, and I will take her back on the way."

"That's so embarrassing." Yan Wei euphemistically evaded, "I can't bear it if Xiaomu slips up and offends you after drinking."

"Yes, Mr. Han, I don't want to bother you." Zhang Chi said hastily. He had seen Mu Xia's 'impolite' behavior in front of Han Qing with his own eyes, and he still has lingering fears.

Han Qingshi was unmoved, "It's okay, seeing her like this can't make a fuss, just sleep in the car and we'll be there."

Yan Wei could hear Han Qingshi's firm attitude, so he had no choice but to say: "That's a hard work for you."

Han Qingshi, "You're welcome, it's a little effort."

So, in front of GN and a dozen people from Hezhong, Han Qing led Mu Xia, who was moving slowly, into the elevator first.

When they got down to B1, Han Qing, who hadn't been drinking, asked Zhao Jiahui for the car keys, and said, "Call the car back, and I'll take Mu Xia off."

It is rare for a leader to send someone off in person.

Zhao Jiahui couldn't help but have a thought in her mind - the boss doesn't have any thoughts about the little girl, does he?

absurd.

Even if the boss has a special sexual orientation, she can't just see a woman and think about it.

Zhao Jiahui didn't dare to make a judgment, and said respectfully: "Okay, be careful on the road."

Han Qingshi, "Yes."

Zhao Jiahui left, Han Qingshi turned to look at Mu Xia who had fallen far away.

After drinking, her reaction is very slow, she takes one step and stops two steps, she will lean over to look at something she doesn't know, and frown unhappily if she doesn't understand it.

Now, she is staring at the parking fee payment QR code on the wall stud.

The young and beautiful girl raised her chin slightly and pursed her lips.

When you are tired, you will blink your eyes, and the speed is very slow.

Even though the curled eyelashes covered the dark light in the garage, they still couldn't hide the brightness in his eyes.

Han Qing lifted the key that was casually hooked on his fingertips, his expression in the dim light seemed to be the same as usual, but his voice became softer for no reason when he spoke slowly, "Musia, follow up."