said don't mess with me

At dusk, Mu Xia, who had a sore waist and legs, finally finished cleaning the car. She also washed the fruit plate, and stepped on the stone road to the restaurant refreshed.

Wei Zhen, who was cooking, saw it from afar, and leaned over by the window and said loudly: "Call your family's top card back, it's time to eat."

Under the eaves, the Mucha had to bow his head, pretending to agree enthusiastically, "Okay!"

So, she was only one step away from the sofa and had to go all the way back and run into the bamboo garden to find someone.

The bamboo garden is very big, the wind blows and the leaves rustle, which is very pleasant to hear.

It was just as soon as the sun went down, it was very scary.

Mucha rubbed his arms, not wanting to go any further.

The old bamboo is luxuriant inside, and the sunlight does not come in, making it even more gloomy and cold.

But there is no way to explain to Wei Zhen just going back like this.

Mucha thought for a while, pawed in one hand and plate in the other, and made a trumpet shape by his mouth, and called out tentatively, "Mr. Han?"

There is nothing else in the quiet bamboo garden except the rustling of the branches and leaves in the wind.

Mu Xia smiled slyly, and let go of his courage, "Han Qingshi? Han Qingshi! Han, Qing, Shi..." The tone of voice was cadenced and the rhythm was complex and changeable, expressing the anger in his heart vividly.

If no one gets caught...

"Stop shouting. If you shout like this, if you shout a few more times, you will be able to summon all the wandering spirits nearby." The elusive Han Qing came from the side road and said standing behind Mu Xia.

Mucha screamed, his heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

"Mr. Han, why didn't you reply when you heard that?" Mu Xia asked stutteringly, and at the same time thought with horror: the old debt was not settled, and now a new debt has been settled, will she be executed by Han Qingshi on the spot?

Han Qingshi just looked flat, he lifted the bag casually, and threw the bag at Mu Xia.

Mucha hurried forward to make up for it, and took it full.

Huh?

pear?

It is very small and looks average, so it should not be raised with pesticides.

Why did Han Qingshi give her this?

Mucha didn't want to understand.

"Mr. Han, wait for me!" Mu Xia trotted to catch up with Han Qing who had already walked a distance, and asked her, "Why did you give me this?"

Han Qing casually pushed aside a hanging bamboo branch.

After Mucha walked through that section, he let go, and said, "This kind of fruit is not suitable for serving to guests, it's a disadvantage to you."

Mucha glared.

Does she look that much like a scavenger?Can eat anything!

Hmm... But if it's a pear, it can be considered.

This is her favorite fruit and she has no resistance at all.

Thinking about it this way, Mucha suddenly became in a beautiful mood, walking with a jump, looking too lively when walking beside Han Qing, who was walking steadily.

The evening wind blows.

Mu Xia was too lazy to do anything, pouted to blow the broken hair that brushed his eyes.

On the side, Han Qing happened to be stroking his hair with his hand.

From the corner of her eye, her hand has fair skin and slender fingers. Even at dusk, the ring of broken diamonds on the watch is still shining brightly.

Mucha couldn't help but take a second look.

Then she found a scratch on the back of her unblemished hand, the skin was raised, and blood was faintly oozing.

Was it okay before entering the bamboo garden?

The pear in Mu Xia's arms tightened, and he asked uncertainly: "Mr. Han, is the injury on your hand caused by picking pears?"

Han Qing paused when he fiddled with his hair, lowered his hand, put it in his trouser pocket indifferently, and said, "I accidentally touched it."

"Oh." Is it the default?Then she should not eat this pear.

"Throw it away if you don't want it." Before Mu Xia returned the pear, Han Qingshi spoke again.

Mucha inexplicably felt that the voice was cool.

She shrank her neck, hugged the pear back silently, followed Han Qingshi out quietly, and continued to build herself mentally so that she could eat the bag of pears with peace of mind.

Facts have proved that such mysterious things as psychological construction are sometimes very useful.

Passing by the pool, Mucha quickly ran a few steps without any burden, and washed two pears.

One bite, it is crisp, tender and sweet, and the taste is surprisingly good.

Mucha turned around in surprise, and shouted at Han Qingshi who had just walked out of the bamboo garden, "Mr. Han, pears are so sweet!"

Han Qingshi didn't respond, his clear facial features were enveloped in the twilight, gentle and elegant.

Her pace was still unhurried, and when she came over, Mu Xia had already eaten half of it, her eyes were as bright as the starry sky with a satisfied expression, and she could attract the attention of others without deliberately.

Han Qingshi is no exception.

Aware of her gaze, Mucha shyly handed over another washed pear and said, "Do you want to eat it?"

Before she could say whether she wanted it or not, the pears had already been taken away by Wei Zhen who ran out to look for them in person.

She took a big bite without any image, and said, "Your family's top brand is used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas. How can you look at this kind of wild and wild fruit? Don't make things difficult for her, good boy."

Mu Xia smiled uglier than crying. Of course she knew that Han Qingshi didn't like him. Wasn't this just a symbolic question? Now, Cheng Yaojin was killed halfway, and her ration was directly reduced by one-fifth.

"Speaking of which." Wei Zhen walked up to Han Qingshi and asked gossipingly, "Why do you plant a pear tree behind the bamboo garden when you have nothing to do? You don't eat it, and you always recruit thieves. I told you, last year a pear tree The child sneaked away to pick pears and almost fell from the tree, and the parents made a big fuss in order to extort some money, which caused me to miss a few days of business.”

Wei Zhen's heart hurts when she thought of that incident, and she wanted to find resonance with Han Qingshi, but she just turned her head, raised her hand and lightly brushed her shoulder, "The saliva gradually came out."

Wei Zhen, "!" Will she shut up when she chews? !

"Han Qingshi, sooner or later, I will chop down that broken tree of yours for firewood!" Wei Zhen gritted her teeth.

Han Qing said calmly, "It's up to you."

Wei Zhen was shocked.

It has been four or five years since the tree was planted. No matter how busy Han Qingshi was these years, he would take time to take care of it. Why did he suddenly not care about it now?

Are the fruit growers interested?

Forget it.

Wei Zhen shook her head, but struggled too much.

Han Qingshi has always seen clearly what she wants or doesn't want, no matter how much others think about it, her decision will not be shaken in the slightest.

"Don't eat this after you've finished eating. I've worked hard to cook a whole table of dishes. If I can't finish it, I'll be charged." Wei Zhen said to Mucha who was gnawing on the circle of flesh on the pit.

Mu Xia's eyes lit up when he heard Chi, but when he remembered what Han Qing said before, he darkened again, and said dejectedly, "I just came to wash the car to make amends."

"Nonsense, a visitor is a visitor, there is no reason for you to go back with an empty stomach." Wei Zhen said, "But I didn't ask you about your taste before, so you may not like it."

When Mu Xia took a peek at Han Qing, seeing that she had no intention of stopping, she took it as her acquiescence, and said flatteredly, "I don't ask for food, so it's just troublesome." Mu Xia gestured with her little finger.

"How?"

"Chili, I'm particularly afraid of spicy."

"Oh, I don't eat spicy food." Wei Zhen glanced at Han Qing and said meaningfully, "That's such a coincidence, there isn't even a spoonful of chili on the menu today."

"Really, don't worry, I will definitely finish eating. I am so hungry that I can stuff a cow in my stomach." Mucha assured, patted his chest.

Wei Zhen, "Pretty."

After talking with Mu Xia, Wei Zhen stopped for two steps, stood side by side with Han Qingshi again, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "One doesn't like spicy food, and the other doesn't like spicy food. Han Qingshi, I really treat you today It was because of my own conscience that I came here to grab a meal because I was afraid that the little girl would be hungry."

Han Qing ignored Wei Zhen's gossiping tone, and said in a calm voice, "Don't be coaxing, and she will tell you next time we have a bad relationship?"

"Do you care about this?" Wei Zhen became interested, and lowered her voice, "So, what is your relationship like?"

Han Qingshi walked slowly, looking at Mu Xia's brisk figure in front of him, the corners of his lips moved slightly, "Maybe... wish it had nothing to do with me."