said don't mess with me

When Mucha heard someone calling him, he turned his head slowly.

With a dazed expression, she stared suspiciously at the figure not far away, as if she didn't recognize who she was.

After finally remembering, a bright smile appeared on his face, and his clumsy steps became much lighter.

She ran up to Han Qing in two or three, raised her head, looked at her and said sweetly, "Sister, can I still give you a kiss and hug tonight?"

Han Qingshi's calm expression froze for a moment.

If he was really drunk, his memory of her was only that deep.

If she is sober, how dare the little engineer from Party B dare to talk to her like that, even if it is pretending, she will pretend to be cute and politely call her Mr. Han.

Han Qingshi looked into Mu Xia's bright eyes for a few seconds, then slowly raised his hand hanging by his side, and took away the pair of unsuitable glasses on her face, with a lazy voice and a smile, "It's a beautiful idea."

The corners of Mu Xia's raised mouth sank, and the light in his eyes also dimmed, "Well, anyway, I have no money now."

Han Qingshi can't laugh or cry.

This girl's obsession with money is really intoxicating.

"Let's go." Han Qingshi hooked Mucha's glasses and car keys together and said.

When walking sideways, he glanced at Mu Xia's disappointed expression, his cute appearance made people laugh.

Is this what people often call 'cute'?

Han Qing slowed down, still half a step ahead of Mu Xia, and then spoke in a soft voice that seemed to be soaked in warm water, drifting into Mu Xia's ear from the front, "Who cares about your little money."

Mucha was still confused at the moment, and couldn't understand, so he felt his ears itchy and couldn't help but want to rub them.

She rubbed.

In the quiet garage with few pedestrians, the tall and thin woman with dignified steps turned her head and saw the young girl who was pulling her ears and grinning her teeth in pain, and finally laughed out loud.

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Halfway through the journey, Han Qingshi suddenly received a call from a foreign subsidiary, saying that there might be a technology leak within the company.

The stakes are so high that there is no room for delay.

Han Qingshi held the phone and listened to the other party's statement, while hooking his hands at the person behind him, signaling her to follow closely.

The signal in the garage is not good, and the speech is intermittent.

Han Qing searched for a while, barely found a place where he could hear clearly, stood still, and listened to the report of the current situation by the person in charge of the subsidiary with a stern expression.

With a clear understanding, Han Qingshi summed up his rich experience and proposed the most secure solution at the moment.

It was nearly an hour after Han Qingshi temporarily finished handling the matter of the subsidiary company.

The palm of the hand holding the phone for a long time was covered with an uncomfortable heat, the shoulders were sore, and the legs were stiff and unbearable.

Suddenly remembering that Mu Xia had been following him, Han Qing wanted to ask her if she was tired.

Turning around, there was no one behind him.

Han Qingshi's stretched brows raised, and there was a sense of panic and dryness in his chest for no reason.

This feeling has never appeared in her previous 29 years of life, it is very strange.

"Musia?" Han Qingshi clenched his phone tightly and called Mu Xia's name.

Except for the faint sound of cars in the distance, no one responded.

Han Qingshi looked back along the way she came, and the high-heeled shoes left a series of rushing sounds on the concrete floor, which disturbed her.

About three or four minutes later, Han Qingshi finally saw a familiar figure beside a car.

The anger came suddenly.

Han Qing stepped forward quickly, ready to teach this disobedient little woman a lesson.

But when she really walked over, seeing Mucha's cute expression on the window glass with her waist bent, trying to look inside, most of her anger went away.

In addition, the drunk person couldn't be blamed for this matter, but it was her who took care of her carelessly.

What's more, Mu Xia didn't wander around when she really got to the bottom of it, she just waited obediently beside her car.

However, how did Mucha recognize her car?

Last time outside the hotel, I hid the graffiti next to it, too.

Curiosity arose in Han Qingshi's heart, and he stepped behind Mu Xia with impatience and asked her, "How do you know this is my car?"

During the time when Han Qingshi was on the phone, Mucha had already sobered up a little, but his response was still very slow.

Hearing someone talking from behind, she looked at the person behind her through the car window glass, and carefully identified her identity and the meaning of the sentence just now.

After a while, Mucha came back to his senses, turned around in shock and said, "Mr. Han? Is this your car? 521 is your car?" Mucha asked three times in a row, his tone becoming more and more unbelievable each time.

Han Qing noticed that her reaction was a little weird, so he asked instead: "What's wrong?"

There was a loud buzz in Mucha's head, and the alcohol that had just evaporated rushed straight to his forehead.

Her father of Party A is the boss of GN, and the boss of GN is the head of TONIGHT, and the head of TONIGHT is the former Bai Yueguang, and she had a night with the former Bai Yueguang.

……

What the hell is this intricate mess of relationships? !

Mu Xia was dizzy, couldn't stand steadily, staggered twice and hit the car door, causing pain in his lower back.

Han Qingshi wanted to help her, but as soon as his hand touched his arm, she quickly avoided her. The exaggerated movements made the scene very embarrassing.

Fearing that Party A's father would cut off the entire Hezhong's food in a fit of anger, Mucha bit the bullet and said first, "There's nothing wrong, your car is perfect." It was so perfect that she wanted to lie directly under the wheels.

Han Qing looked deeply at Mu Xia without saying a word.

Her reaction just now was too obvious to be distracted by a sentence or two.

"Mr. Han, I'm almost sober from the wine, so I don't need to trouble you to deliver it. I'll go back by car." Mu Xia said, rubbing his back against the car.

When she was about to pass Han Qing, the latter suddenly said, the voice was cold and clear, which fit her identity as the boss of GN, "Go, let's settle the old score."

Mu Xia raised her head when she heard the words, and when she saw Han Qing who was close at hand, she hurriedly turned to one side, and said guiltyly, "Old disputes, what old disputes can I have with you, ha."

Han Qingshi's expression was dull, and he couldn't see any emotion, "Last Wednesday, in the parking lot on the ground floor of Huayan, you are still blind."

Han Qingshi gave three clues in one breath, one was clearer and more targeted than the other, Mu Xia knew what she was talking about even though she was drunk at the moment.

But how do you admit it?

Say you're blind, and you actually have something to do with my wicked ex?

Said that my ex cheated on me, I couldn't think about it for a while and went to the bar to find a beautiful sister to play with, but ended up sleeping with you?

Said that I thought you had a miserable experience, and after sleeping with you, I would 'humiliate' you with more than 2 yuan?

There is nothing wrong with my mind, how could I be so suicidal.

After some consideration, Mucha decided to beat him to death without telling the truth, anyway, they should not have similar intersections in the future.

Mucha pretended to be calm, opened his mouth, and his innocent brain frothed, "What are you talking about, I can't understand."

Han Qingshi's quiet eyes narrowed slightly.

Your IQ is flawed!

Mucha scolded himself in his heart.

Why is it hard to find a reason, to find such a clumsy one?

How many big scenes has the woman standing opposite you seen, and you can see through your little tricks with just a flick of a toe, okay, can't you be a normal person in front of her?Why do you have to forcibly lower your intelligence and put your face close to someone to beat you.

Snapped!

Mucha felt the pain.

When Han Qing made a sound, she just wanted to die on the spot.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as you can understand." Han Qingshi took out his phone, unlocked the portrait, then tapped a few times on the screen, turned to Mu Xia, and said indifferently, "See clearly, don't turn back." Going overboard and saying that I wronged you."

Mucha blinked blankly, and looked at the video that was playing on the screen - the sneaky woman squatting between the cars was the one who was scribbling on '521'!

"How is it? Did you remember something?" Han Qingshi put away his phone and asked Mu Xia who had already petrified.

Mu Xia chased Han Qingshi's hand with 'reluctant' eyes, and his tone was extravagant, "I might still be drunk, oops, I'm dizzy, I can't see anything clearly."

Mu Xia pretended to act while supporting his forehead while rubbing the soles of his feet on the ground, preparing to run away.

The huddled body managed to wriggle over with great difficulty, and successfully took the first step, but was pulled back by the back collar and pressed against the car door.

The man's fingertips were slightly cold, and although his movements were not gentle, the body pressed against him was not heavy, but Mu Xia felt that the oxygen in his chest was squeezed out all of a sudden.

She had to open her mouth to breathe.

Unexpectedly, every inch of air at the tip of her nose was filled with the elegant fragrance of Han Qingshi's body. The harder she breathed, the more uncomfortable her chest became swollen.

My head really started to feel dizzy, my eyes couldn't see clearly, and my body was obviously very hot, and I couldn't help shaking.

This feeling is familiar.

Like the last of the night.

She finished her jerky groping, and skillfully gave back when she exchanged for Han Qing.

Full, powerless to resist.

Mu Xia remembered that whenever she couldn't hold on anymore, she would just call Han Qing, and she would generously give her a chance to breathe.

It is also needed now.

Mu Xia recalled the action at that time, holding the clothes at Han Qingshi's waist with both hands, resting his forehead on her shoulder, and said in a trembling voice: "Sister..."