said don't mess with me

Mu Xia hugged the computer and did not respond for a long time.

Ears burned like a fire.

remember?

Why should she remember?

Also, what does it mean to remember the feeling of being touched by her fingers?

How can you follow without attributive words? It's like playing hooligans...

Ah!

Mu Xia was frightened by his impure thoughts. When he glanced at Han Qing hurriedly, he hesitated and said, "Remember."

Han Qingshi seemed to laugh, very lightly and quickly.

When Mu Xia sneaked a look, her expression didn't change at all, which made Mu Xia wonder if she had an illusion.

Trouble trouble trouble.

Mucha forced a smile and said, "Mr. Han, can I go now?"

Han Qing didn't change his expression, "No."

Then you kill me!

Of course Mucha didn't dare to be so arrogant, but leaned forward and asked respectfully, "What else do you want?"

Han Qing glanced at her and didn't answer directly. He walked to the opposite side and sat down unhurriedly, and said to Mu Xia who had already slipped two steps away, "Sit down."

Mucha stopped.

After a few seconds, he gave up resisting, sat back down like a broken can, and faced Han Qingshi's gaze.

Han Qing raised his brows lightly, and felt that Mu Xia's expression was a bit fierce?

Milk fierce.

Not the slightest deterrent.

Han Qingshi suddenly wanted to laugh, but he held back and asked her, "Were you waiting for me?"

Mucha is heartbroken, can't she escape this topic in the end?

"Really?" Mucha replied with a question, his tone so careful that his facial features were extremely cautious.

Han Qingshi was indifferent, with his legs crossed straight, sitting casually.

"No?" Han Qing asked back.

Mucha, "No way."

As soon as the words came out, Mucha wanted to slap himself to death.

Obviously, you spent all your wealth and waited here for more than two hours, okay!

Deny shit!

Opportunities come to you by yourself, and you actually push them out with your own hands?

What kind of mental retardation can do such a wonderful thing!

That's right.

She can make it in this format...

But she was really ashamed to face Han Qing at the moment.

Mucha felt so regretful that his intestines turned green, and he wanted to pin his hopes on another day.

Before she was about to say goodbye for the third time, Wei Zhen came back with the smile still evident on her face.

She sat directly next to Mucha and asked her, "Are you up tonight?"

Mucha didn't know why, but he answered truthfully, "Go back to the dormitory and write the code."

Wei Zhen choked, and asked after a pause, "What grade are you in now?"

Mucha, "Senior."

"Crazy!" Wei Zhen was stunned, "Students shouldn't be eating, drinking, having fun, skipping classes and falling in love? I thought that such anti-human things like studying in the dormitory could only be done by the top of your family, tsk, it really is not a family Don't enter the house." Wei Zhen said with a sigh.

Mucha laughed awkwardly, "I haven't got the credits for social practice yet, the internship must be serious, and..."

"What else?"

Mu Xia clasped the computer on his lap with both hands, and didn't dare to look at Han Qing, "Mr. Han is the first party of my internship company. Don't say she is me, my other."

"Which one?" Wei Zhen asked knowingly, "Is your family's number one?"

Mucha, "..." I don't want to talk anymore.

Seeing Mu Xia's embarrassment, Wei Zhen realized with conscience, changed the subject and said, "Take a rest today, don't write code, my sister will take you to a good place to play, and your family's top card is also there."

"Wei Zhen." Han Qing suddenly said, with a clear warning in his tone, obviously disapproving of what she just said.

Mu Xia didn't need to look at Han Qing to know that her expression must be very unhappy.

Why don't you want her to follow?

The tip of my heart suddenly seemed to be pinched by someone, very uncomfortable, Mucha still smiled and said: "Don't bother you, let's talk about it later when we have a chance."

Wei Zhen didn't care at all, "Don't listen to her, the place I'm going to today is my territory, and what she says doesn't count."

But people are not happy.

Mucha pursed her lips tightly, wondering whether she should be a bit more shameless for the 'plan', or firmly refuse to understand current affairs.

Before Mu Xia could figure it out, Wei Zhen took her hand and stood up, "If you want to leave, hurry up, I won't have time to put on makeup later, Ah Shi, me and, by the way, what's your name?" Wei Zhen asked.

Mucha subconsciously said: "Muchia, summer's summer."

"Good name, it sounds like a warm little sun." Wei Zhen turned her head and said to Han Qingshi who was sitting still, "Ah Shi, Xiao Xiaxia and I are waiting for you by the side of the road, hurry up and pick up the car." After speaking, he directly pulled Mucha away.

Mu Xia was in a daze the whole time, and was almost pulled to the door before realizing it, and hurriedly looked back at Han Qingshi.

hiss.

The expression is too cold.

Especially the eyes, which are already deep, now it is like the dead silence before the storm.

very scary.

Ok?

Mr. Han seems to be looking at her hands?

Mu Xia followed Han Qingshi's gaze and lowered his head.

The action was faster than the consciousness, and Wei Zhen was already thrown away before thinking about "why".

Seeing that she was unprepared, knocking her hand on the door and taking a breath, Mu Xia suddenly felt that she had committed a heinous crime.

However, the reason for the crime is still unclear.

----

About half an hour later, the car stopped downstairs in a studio.

Han Qingshi and Wei Zhen walked in familiarly, and Mu Xia followed behind to look at it curiously.

It seemed that it was impossible to appear in the fashion circle in her life in this life.

Halfway through the walk, a well-dressed woman came out to greet them quickly, and led the three of them to a large dressing room.

Only now did Mu Xia finally understand what Wei Zhen meant by makeup - tonight is her grandfather's 80th birthday, the old man has painted traditional Chinese paintings all his life, and is quite famous, so his 80th birthday will naturally be grandly organized, The people who can be invited to this birthday party must not be ordinary people, and the exquisite and formal attire is the minimum respect for the elderly.

When Mu Xia saw himself in the mirror with his plain face facing the sky, and then at the calm and dignified Han Qing standing by the table, he suddenly felt a sense of incompatibility.

Even if she sold herself now, she might not be able to afford a decent dress.

I really shouldn't have followed.

This feeling lasted only for a moment.

Han Qing, who was talking with someone, suddenly turned his head and said to Mucha, "Come here."

Mucha smiled unnaturally, walked quickly two steps over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Han Qing didn't speak, his steps turned sideways to face each other, his shoulders were pushed back, his head was tilted slightly, his eyebrows drooped, and he wrapped his hands around Mu Xia's waist without warning.

The slender fingers spread out, and the thumb and middle finger pressed lightly, as if measuring her waist with fingers.

Mucha's breathing tightened, his whole body stiffened, "Boss Han."

Han Qing said softly, "Yeah." He quickly let go of her, and turned to the woman who brought them over, "Sister Tao, give her my white skirt to wear, and make the waist an inch smaller."

"Okay." Sister Tao responded and left quickly.

Wei Zhen stood aside thoughtfully.

After a while, she thought of something, and said to Han Qingshi with a serious face, "Ah Shi, if I remember correctly, only one of the skirts you keep here is white."

"It's that one." Han Qing looked Mu Xia up and down for a few seconds, and said to her cloudy eyes, "No matter how precious and beautiful the skirt is, it's just a decoration, and it's only valuable when you wear it."

"But that's you..."

"It's mine." Han Qing turned his head and looked directly at Wei Zhen, "I have the right to decide what to do with it."

Wei Zhen was stunned, and said with a helpless smile, "All right, all right, it's up to you, and I'm nosy, but that dress really suits Xiao Xia Xia, and I think I can make a little fairy out of it in a while."

Mucha, who was clearly arranged, felt that she had to raise her hand when she heard her name, "Can I not wear it?" Now she really wants to go back to the dormitory and change into her basket of short sleeves and big pants, while gnawing chicken feet watch TV.

Wei Zhen vetoed it straight away, "No!"

Mucha, "..." Why is it mandatory to participate?

Soon, another person came over with the dresses that Han Qingshi and Wei Zhen were going to wear at night.

Wei Zhen went in first to change, while Han Qing stayed outside with Mu Xia and waited for Sister Tao.

Time went by every minute and every second.

As dusk began to sink, Sister Tao finally returned.

A white skirt was draped over his arm, covered with a dust bag.

When she handed the skirt to Han Qing carefully, she said, "It's half an inch smaller. It's the first time for a little girl to wear it. It's looser and more comfortable."

Han Qing took it over and thanked, "Thanks for your hard work."

Sister Tao, "You're welcome, I'll go and see Zhenzhen, she just sent a WeChat message saying she has a problem with her shoulder."

Han Qingshi, "Okay."

When Sister Tao left, Han Qing raised his arm and slowly stroked the skirt with the other hand through the dust bag.

At the table not far away, Mucha could clearly see the fluctuation in her eyes, as if, miss.

In a flash.

Han Qing quickly regained his composure, walked up to Mu Xia and said, "The style is a bit old, but the workmanship and fabric are not bad, so it's okay to wear."

Mucha's words of refusal were on his lips, he pondered for a while, and finally said nothing, took the skirt gently and said, "Thank you."

Han Qing watched Mu Xia enter the fitting room, then picked up his dress and went to the next door.

She went in with her front foot, and there was the sound of footsteps passing by her back foot, slowly moving, and stopping at Mucha's place.

"Xiao Xiaxia?" Wei Zhen turned sideways and called the people inside.

Mucha hadn't started changing yet, and immediately popped his head out upon hearing this.

Wei Zhen was taken aback by her, pretended to pat her chest, and said impertinently: "Wear it carefully, this dress is Ah Shi's treasure, and it has been hidden for many years. If it wasn't for you, it might have been hidden for a lifetime. I will give it to you today." Put it on, and you will be her little baby."