said don't mess with me

After another twenty or ten minutes, Han Qingshi finally finished the call.

Turning around, he bumped into Mucha's sluggish eyes on the other side of the glass.

She was sitting extremely upright, with her hands neatly placed flat on her knees, her lips tightly pressed together.

The sun was a bit dazzling, and Han Qingshi couldn't see clearly, but it didn't affect Mu Xia's overall feeling - bewildered.

Han Qingshi put away his phone and snapped his fingers at Mu Xia, trying to bring her back to her senses.

Thinking of such a distance, and there is a layer of glass blocking it, Mucha might not be able to hear it even if there is a favorable wind, so she laughed first.

When Mu Xia caught Han Qing's smile, a sentence automatically popped up in his mind - it's better for her to raise her eyes and smile.

Han Qing stepped forward and walked back.

Mu Xia's mind was still blank, and she didn't react at all when she saw it, until Han Qing sat opposite her and said, "Why do you look at me like that?" After asking, she saw the fruit tea on the table, and added slowly, "What did Wei Zhen tell you?"

Mu Xia came back to his senses, quickly picked up the cup and bit his mouth to take a sip of the fruit tea, and said falteringly, "She said you blocked the sun for me in the afternoon."

"..." Han Qingshi's mobile phone, which he was spinning on his fingertips, fell on his lap, and the expression on his face did not change much.

Han Qingshi didn't answer directly, but asked another question, "Hezhong often works overtime?" While speaking, her plain eyes swept past the black and blue spots under Mu Xia's eyes.

Mu Xia was stunned for a moment, and Han Qing successfully took the topic aside, "No, it's because I've been here for a short time and I'm not familiar with the business, so my work efficiency is relatively slow. Under normal circumstances, interns have fewer tasks and basically don't need to work overtime."

Han Qingshi nodded slightly, and asked her casually, "I really don't want to go to graduate school? You are still young, so there is no need to enter the society too early, and you will be more adaptable to the workplace after a few years of delay."

Mucha nodded, "I don't want to, the time cost of going to school is too high, I don't want to waste it, and I actually adapt to the new environment quite quickly, it only takes a day or two."

"Well, your ability is fine. You're not afraid that you won't find a good job. However, larger companies have strict requirements for the degree of freshmen. If you don't go to graduate school, you will lose many good opportunities."

"I know, thank you for your reminder. I still want to work directly, make money early, and be independent early."

"Understood, everyone will go through this process. When they are studying, they always want to work, want to get rid of the control of their parents, and want to be financially independent. When they really enter the society, they will gradually understand that there is nothing easier in a person's life than studying. "Han Qingshi is someone who has been there, and because he has experienced the turbulent period of GN, he has a better understanding of the adult world than ordinary people, "Musia, you have to think clearly, the workplace is like a battlefield, and it will be difficult to get out after entering."

Mucha put down his glass, his firm eyes replaced the clean smile that always hung on his face, "Think it through."

Han Qing said 'hmm' and didn't continue this topic, and the two quickly fell into silence.

If it weren't for that night and all kinds of complicated relationships, Mucha's extroverted personality would definitely not have allowed such an embarrassing silence to happen.

But there is.

So she decided not to move against the enemy and not to move, to respond to all changes with inaction.

Han Qing was leaning on the sofa leisurely but not slouching, his calm eyes floating outside the window.

The setting sun is gradually setting in the sky, casting a golden light on the wide lake.

"Wei Zhen is not a bad person." Han Qingshi said suddenly.

Mucha, who has been playing with the water glass with his head down, raised his eyes, not quite understanding the meaning of the beginning of this topic.

Han Qing didn't look at her, picked up the bag that fell on his lap, and twirled it around his fingertips, "Wei Zhen is okay, but her hobbies are twisted. I'm afraid the world will not be chaotic. You don't have to care about what she says, even if you have a cold face." Don't be afraid, it's just a bluff."

"Oh, good." Mu Xia sorted out some clues from Han Qingshi's words, she could see that she was a little scared of Wei Zhen, and she was explaining.

She's quite careful, not like the cruel, cold-blooded boss on TV.

But there is a problem.

When did she become her own?

Mu Xia caught this point and immediately thought of another problem - she still doesn't know the reason why she was brought here by Han Qingshi.

When Mu Xia looked at Han Qing, his eyes suddenly became cautious, "Mr. Han, what are you bringing me here for? To eat?" she asked.

When Han Qing first urged Wei Zhen to cook, she must have guessed correctly, right?

Mucha thought.

Han Qingshi looked away from the window.

From the front, the curvature of her lips is not as straight as usual.

Mucha thought that she was laughing.

The next second she understood.

Han Qingshi was indeed laughing, mocking.

Han Qingshi put the phone on the table, tapped the black screen with his pale fingertips, looked directly into Mucha's eyes and said, "I've thought too much, I brought you here to find you a spacious place to wash your car."

Mucha looked confused, "...wash, car???"

Han Qing reminded, "You are still blind if you are blind."

Mucha suffocated, why can't he pass this hurdle.

"Mr. Han, I wrote it with my fingers." Mu Xia said humbly, if it wasn't for the dust on Han Qingshi's car, he wouldn't be able to see it at all, okay?

Han Qing didn't take it seriously, and said calmly: "Next time you want to scribble on someone else's car, remember to check carefully to see if the owner is nearby."

Mucha, "..." She looked at it very carefully.

Mu Xia knew that his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so he ran to the parking lot with grief and indignation.

After a while, Wei Zhen came over with the cut fruit, but didn't see Mucha, and asked curiously, "Where's your little girl?"

Han Qingshi didn't change his sitting posture, closed his eyes and said, "When can I eat?"

"Are you starved to death and reincarnated today? Open your mouth and keep your mouth shut, can't you say anything other than eating?" Wei Zhen slammed down the plate with a bad tone, "If you didn't come when I invited you before, it's fine if you can't get away today." , still urged on?"

Han Qing was familiar with Wei Zhen's violent temper, even if she wanted to order explosives in a second, she could sit down calmly and drink tea to enjoy the scenery, just like this time, "There is a meal at noon, I didn't eat."

Wei Zhen retracted the run on her lips, and softened her attitude, "This is not your normal life, why didn't you want to come and make up for it before? It's a miracle that you haven't had any stomach problems for so many years."

Wei Zhen sat down opposite Han Qingshi.

Seeing her looking at the same place all the time, she felt strange and turned around to look over.

On the parking lot in the distance, Mucha's trouser legs, one high and the other low, were rolled up loosely, and he was standing in front of the sink to soak his mop.

Judging by her expression, she seemed very unhappy. She pointed to the green trees next to her and slapped the air with a soaked mop, but she forgot that the mop was wet, dripped cold water on her neck, and ran away yelling.

"Are you asking her to wash your car?" Wei Zhen asked incredulously, "Is Xiao Liu more professional than her?"

Xiao Liu is in charge of parking in the homestay, and car washing is also one of his duties.

Han Qing ignored Wei Zhen, and followed Mu Xia with glowing eyes, and said slowly: "It doesn't matter if you are professional or not, there must be a valid reason for bringing someone here."

"Reason? Who are you coaxing? Even if you ask people to pluck the stars in the sky, they don't dare to ask why. Well, when is it your turn to take the initiative to find a reason?" Wei Zhen thought of something, and suddenly felt pity for Mu Xia, "Now I'm beginning to believe what the little girl said. You really don't have a good relationship. Because she offended you, she made you try every means to take personal revenge. She even lost her conscience to the point where she washed your car with those little arms and legs. overbearing."

After Wei Zhen finished speaking, Han Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned to her and asked, "What else did she say?"

Wei Zhen shrugged casually, and stood up, "Beware of me, I didn't say much. How spicy is the food?" she asked.

Han Qing responded subconsciously. From the corner of his eye, he saw Mu Xia squatting on the ground clutching his stomach, and said, "Don't put the chili."

Wei Zhen was curious, "Aren't you a hot-tempered person? Okay, you are the boss, you can do whatever you want, just wait, half an hour at most."

After Wei Zhen finished speaking, she twisted her waist and left.

Han Qing sat quietly for a while, then got up and left the restaurant.

In his hand was the fruit plate sent by Wei Zhen.

----

When Mu Xia patronized and hid Han Qing at noon, except for wine, he basically stuffed nothing else into his stomach.

The only mouthful I ate was full of chili noodles, heartburn.

At this moment, I was so hungry that my stomach was screaming, and I wanted to drink a couple of sips of the bubble water from the car wash, but I couldn't hold it back.

snort!It's all the fault of that surnamed Han!

She shouldn't have asked her why she came here, shouldn't have given her a chance to speak!Isn't it time to seek guilt?

The ugly face of capitalists has been fully exposed!

The more Mu Xia thought about it, the more angry he became, he threw the rag into the basin with his hands.

The strength was too great, and the water splashed everywhere, and she jumped back quickly in fright.

Then, she heard a mocking retort, "Washing a car can also develop into acrobatics, Mucha, should I praise you for being energetic?"

Mu Xia turned her head in horror, and saw Han Qingshi walking unhurriedly, with the plate of things in his hand... "Goo—" She was starved of success.

The surrounding area was very quiet, and the grunt coming from Mucha's stomach was particularly ear-piercing.

Heartbroken, Mu Xia covered his stomach, and said to it silently, "You can die if you fight hard."

Han Qingshi didn't seem to hear it, and walked to the pool without looking sideways, put the plate on the platform above, and then turned around, walking on a path that Mu Xia hadn't found before.

There was no communication at all.

Mucha looked at her thin back, then at the fruit plate that was ruthlessly 'dropped', and swallowed uncontrollably.

"Mr. Han." Mu Xia shouted at Han Qingshi's back like a dog, his voice was small and flattering.

Han Qingshi didn't look back, "Say."

"Do you want more fruit plate?"

"Leave it for too long, don't want it."

Mucha beamed with joy, "Then can I pick it up?"

Han Qingshi, "Yes."

Next, she turned into the goose warm stone road in the bamboo garden and was out of sight.