said don't mess with me

Mucha stood in the middle of the room, with an aggressive and fierce expression.

With one hand, he stood in front of the pale-faced strange girl, protecting her.

Holding an expensive retro desk lamp tightly in one hand, pointing at the man lying on the ground and cursing.

"Bad stuff for dog days!"

"Is Miss Sister something you can touch with your dirty hands?"

"Just like you, you deserve to touch yourself in this life!"

"Asshole!"

"I just drank two sips of wine, why don't you go to heaven?"

"..."

The air was eerily quiet.

Wei Zhen didn't realize what happened for a while.

If she heard Mu Xia's swearing words correctly, it should be that the girl she protected behind encountered evil people and evil things, and she acted bravely when the roadside was injustice?

but!

Why is her hair messy and looking miserable?

and!

The expression that was still arrogant a second ago collapsed instantly when he saw Han Qing. What does it mean that the tears are falling down without money?

There is also a small body that shakes like a sieve...

Wei Zhen swallowed hard, and looked at Han Qingshi.

Her expression changed from gloomy when she came in, to helpless afterwards.

Now all that remains is pent-up anger.

Wouldn't it be because she thought she didn't do a good job of security and wanted to tear her up?

Wei Zhen gasped.

Just as he was about to explain a few words for himself, he saw Han Qing walking towards Mu Xia quickly.

"you……"

"Why do I want to shake all the time." Mucha sucked at his red nose and couldn't stop shaking, and his voice was obviously trembling.

Han Qingshi originally wanted to train others.

Mu Xia is just a little girl who hasn't left school, and she has never really seen a sinister heart. When encountering such a thing, she certainly can't stand by and watch, but she can't ignore herself and act recklessly.

But seeing how frightened she was now, Han Qing couldn't speak even if he was angry again.

Furthermore.

She seemed to be doing a good job, keeping both of them safe by herself, and even pointing at the bad guy's nose and scolding his ancestors.

Han Qing sighed helplessly, and took another step forward.

The moment she was hugged tightly, the desk lamp fell from the palm of her hand and fell to her feet.

Mu Xia found a breakthrough in a tense mood, grabbed Han Qingshi's skirt, and cried aggrievedly, "Mr. Han, this bastard actually pulled my skirt just now! I told him to let go, but he didn't listen. He was still so strong. I hit him." But he, the skirt is torn!"

Before Han Qingshi came in, his body was obviously not warm at all, but when he touched Mu Xia, he became extremely soft again.

She caressed Mucha's trembling back over and over again, comforting her, "It's okay, the skirt is not important, it's not important..."

Mucha couldn't stop crying.

She couldn't figure it out.

Grandpa Wei Zhen is such a kind old man, how could he invite this kind of doggy man to his birthday party?

If she hadn't been afraid to go down to meet Han Qing, she would have lost her way, and this young lady would have been helpless, what would have happened to her!

When she saved people just now, her mentality was too stable.

Simply calm.

Thinking of this, Mucha cried even louder.

With his chin resting on Han Qing's shoulder, he choked up and said, "Boss Han, I'm so smart."

"..." The corners of Wei Zhen's mouth twitched wildly.

Mu Xia's psychological quality is really amazing.

Wei Zhen is afraid that things will get worse.

He quickly walked behind Mu Xia, supported the frightened girl, and asked her, "Is there anything wrong?"

The girl's eyes were straight and her face was as white as paper.

She shook her head, looked at Mu Xia who was lying on Han Qingshi's shoulder, crying out of breath, and said, "This sister has been protecting me, and I'm fine."

Wei Zhen thought to herself: It's really something, she doesn't have to live now.

Wei Zhen secretly sweated for herself.

On the side, Han Qingshi was still patiently comforting Mu Xia.

She moved her palm to the back of Mucha's head, inserted her five fingers into her messy hair along the roots, rubbed it, and said, "Well, very smart and brave." Tenderness I've heard.

So relieved.

Mucha's floating heart beat slowly, and his crying faded away.

Thinking of what happened just now, she unconsciously rubbed her chin against Han Qing's bare neck and whispered, "Will I be arrested?" She hit that man so hard, she must have hurt him.

Han Qing was only willing to take a look at the garbage on the ground until now.

If you don't die, you won't have any problems.

"Wei Zhen." Han Qing said in a low voice.

Wei Zhen's back felt cold, and she hurried over and said, "I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation for this matter."

"the term."

"Before the sun comes out tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news."

After finishing speaking, Han Qing regained his gentleness again, gently patted Mu Xia's head and said, "The person you want to protect is safe, Wei Zhen will take care of the rest, let's go first?"

Mucha was still wondering whether he would be arrested and sent to jail, and he said nervously: "How about I surrender myself? Seek for leniency."

Han Qingshi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She left Mu Xia, bent down, stared at her red eyes with eyes as deep as the sea, and said softly: "Whether you have contributed to this matter, even if you really went too far, I am here, don't be afraid."

If a person has been gentle from the beginning, people around him will only regard it as ordinary and plain.

But if this tenderness only appears occasionally, and only you can see it, then it will become extraordinarily precious.

When Mu Xia stared blankly at Han Qing, his nose turned sour, and tears came out again, "I thought I was going to be arrested and put in jail."

"No." Han Qingshi wiped the tears on Mu Xia's face with his fingers, and laughed out loud, "What have you been thinking about all day? If you haven't studied the Fa, you really don't understand the Fa at all?"

"That's right, it's the thing that's looking for death." Wei Zhen kicked the man on the ground hard, and said fearfully, "It's a good thing you're fine, otherwise I don't know how to explain to your family's top card."

The lingering fear in Wei Zhen's tone was too obvious, and Mu Xia couldn't help turning his head to look at her.

After a while, he looked at Han Qingshi who had straightened up and looked cold.

Suddenly I feel sweet in my heart.

Mr. Han seemed to be very worried about her, he hugged her so tightly that he could hardly breathe.

No no no!

Now is not the time to think about that.

"Mr. Han, I'm fine!" Mu Xia frowned, with a serious expression on his face, "He's so drunk that he can't do anything to me. If it wasn't for the dress, I would have dragged that sister away long ago. "Speaking of the skirt, Mucha's mouth drooped, and he lifted the hem of the skirt distressedly and said, "It's a long hole."

Seeing it from a close distance, Wei Zhen's face immediately became very ugly, "Ah Shi, I'm sorry, if I didn't take good care of the person, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened. Don't worry, I will do my best to make up for the skirt matter."

Compared to Mu Xia and Wei Zhen's distress and nervousness, Han Qingshi just glanced casually, and his voice was unusually calm, "If it breaks, it will break, it's just a skirt."

"It's different!" Wei Zhen was too anxious, and blurted out the truth, "This is a coming-of-age gift from your mother, and it is also her relic!"

"!" Mu Xia's eyes widened suddenly. She could guess from Han Qingshi's eyes before that this dress might mean something special to her, but she never expected it to be so important.

She is really useless.

If you help others, you help others, why don't you know how to do what you can?

Mucha bit her lip, feeling extremely guilty, "Mr. Han, I..."

"What are you?" Han Qing said at the right time, blocking Mu Xia's apology, "You put yourself in danger because of a dress, is it reasonable?"

Mucha shook his head silently, his throat was congested.

"If you know it's unreasonable, don't mention it again, and don't do it again in the future." Han Qing always deliberately lowered his expression and said seriously.

If it was in the company, the people below would have been so frightened that they would break out in cold sweat.

At this moment, Mu Xia didn't think that Han Qing was fierce at all. On the contrary, this disguised comfort made her feel warm and comforting.

The corners of Mu Xia's lips raised, and he tried to squeeze out what he thought was the brightest smile. He nodded heavily at Han Qingshi, "Yeah!"

Han Qing's eyes warmed up, and he laughed again, "Wei Zhen will take care of things here, shall we go?"

"Okay." Mucha responded.

My feet suddenly felt sore and weak, and I couldn't walk at all.

When Han Qing saw her expression was still, he frowned, "Are you injured?"

"No." Mucha tapped the side of his thigh with two fists, and said awkwardly, "I might still be a little scared just now, my legs are weak."

Wei Zhen silently 'shh', thinking: "Is this a normal reaction, okay? I really thought you were so short-sighted and fearless."

Han Qingshi's mental activity was similar to Wei Zhen's, but she didn't show it, but asked Mu Xia after a short hesitation, "Shall I lead you?"

Mucha's first reaction was that she didn't want to kill her, her palms were covered with sweat, and she was stained with dust from the desk lamp, so she was so dirty.

After thinking about it, it's better to be dirty than to be a cripple who may fall to the ground at any time.

So Mu Xia nodded reservedly and said, "Thank you, Mr. Han."

Han Qingshi didn't speak, and stretched out his left hand.

The joints are well-proportioned, slender and white.

The naturally curved fingers made a beautiful arc, waiting for Mucha to put his hand in.

Mu Xia clenched his hands, still feeling that it was too violent.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Mu Xia took a step forward and took Han Qingshi's arm.

Han Qingshi's hand was still in the air, his arms were suddenly hugged tightly, and he was stunned for a moment.

Turning his head to look, Mucha smiled purely and brightly, "This is more secure."

Maybe.

Han Qingshi put down his hand, his forearm did not hang down as usual, but maintained a half-raised posture, sticking it to his abdomen, and said to Wei Zhen: "Help me say sorry to grandpa, and I will come to the door to make amends in person some other day."

Wei Zhen smiled helplessly, "It's really not possible, you have made time to come here to save face, who knows that this kind of thing happened, let's go."

Han Qingshi responded without stopping, and led Mu Xia to leave through the side door.

Before going out.

Mu Xia took Han Qingshi's arm, pulled her to walk in front of the girl, smiled sweetly at her, and said, "Miss sister, don't be afraid, in case, I just give a chestnut, see you next time When you see this kind of person, you must not be careless, just go straight to it! If you kill one or less, it will be regarded as killing harm for the people!"

The little sister was amused by Mu Xia's vivid expression, she let go of the last trace of panic in her heart, and said gratefully: "Thank you, you were really amazing just now."

Mu Xia was embarrassed by the praise, subconsciously hugged Han Qingshi's arm tightly, and hid his face back, "It's a small matter, it's not worth mentioning."

The girl was not overly plump, but her firm and round breasts were close to Han Qingshi's bare arms.

Incredibly soft.

Han Qingshi clenched his hands on his abdomen into a fist, and asked coolly, "This time it's not over, do you want to do it next time?"

Mucha shivered, sticking out his tongue guiltily, "I was wrong."

"I didn't see the attitude of admitting mistakes."

"..." So, what counts as having an attitude?

Wei Zhen was at a loss today, seeing Mu Xia in a daze, she immediately pointed out a way for her, "Your family's top card is soft or hard."

Mucha, "???"

How soft do you want?

Play a coquettish?

Qianqian said that she is invincible in acting like a baby.

Mu Xia stared intently at Han Qing while thinking about the feasibility of this method.

after a few seconds.

When she held Han Qing, she shook her arms, pouted, and said softly, "Sister, I was wrong."

Wei Zhen, the melon-eating crowd, felt her legs go limp and almost knelt down.

She suddenly understood why Han Qingshi was with Mucha that night.

I want to give her my life just by calling out my sister, let alone calling out in that specific environment.

But when looking at Han Qing...

His expression was in a mess.

"Well," she said, "call again."

Mucha, "..."

Wei Zhen, "..." Is it possible to be so confident while taking advantage of the fire?

----

Sitting in the car, Mucha relaxed completely, stretched her thin legs forward, slumped herself in the seat and said with a long sigh of relief: "Finally I am free, I dare not eat or drink at night, dare not walk around, dare not Speaking, almost suffocated me."

Han Qingshi was still standing outside, calling the driver.

She drank at night and couldn't drive.

When Mu Xia heard it, she lay on the car door and waved her hands exaggeratedly at Han Qingshi.

When she looked over, she immediately said softly, "I can drive."

Han Qing understood and told the driver not to come over.

After hanging up the phone, Han Qing stepped forward and confirmed with Mucha, "No problem?"

Mu Xia raised his eyebrows and patted his chest confidently, "All four subjects are full marks!"

The car hits the road.

Mu Xia has fully proved with his actions that he is a true master of theory and practice, and he is equally skillful and calm in the bustling area.

Han Qing crossed his legs and leaned leisurely against the co-driver. For the first time, he felt that this angle of view was not bad.

Unlike the back row, only a flash of street view can be seen.

It's not like the driving position, you have to bother to pay attention to every road condition.

"Mr. Han, where do you live?" Mucha said, "I'll take you home first."

Han Qingshi, "Don't worry, find a place to eat first."

"Okay, I'm hungry too." She drank a few glasses of juice in the evening, and it's too disappointing that her stomach doesn't growl now.

"Where do you want to eat?" Mucha asked.

Han Qing looked at the taillights of the cars in front of him, and said, "Whatever, be quiet. It's best not to get stuck in traffic."

Mu Xia blinked his big eyes with an innocent expression, "If you want to talk casually, you can only think of the new campus of our school. There is only a university town over there, and it has not been developed much. It is smooth all the way through the third ring road, but it is all night market snacks, there is no big one. Restaurant."

There is another point that Mucha didn't dare to say.

There was a strong wind a few days ago, Leqian bought a grilled sausage at Xiaodongmen, it tasted like sand when she bit into it, it made her teeth rattle.

Han Qingshi would definitely dislike that kind of place.

Mucha thought.

Unexpectedly, Han Qingshi agreed without any hesitation, "Let's go."

Mucha was surprised, but didn't say much, walked to the next intersection and turned, and got on the third ring road smoothly.

About half an hour to reach the destination.

Mu Xia parked the car on the side of the road, and the two changed clothes in the car one after the other, and walked to the village outside the west gate to buy snacks.

Whatever Mu Xia asked, Han Qing always said yes.

Judging by the expression, it is obvious that he is not interested in anything.

In addition to paying very simply.

After buying almost everything, Mucha took out the card from his bag, swiped the door control, and entered the school.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, campus life is a lively time.

Mu Xia took Han Qing around for a long time in the woods by the lake, and finally occupied an empty chair in the corner that was forgotten by everyone.

The chairs are placed beside the stone road, and on the left and right are sweet-scented osmanthus trees that are about to end their flowering period, with a strong fragrance.

Mucha spread out the snacks between the two of them, and poked a small fried potato with a bamboo stick to Han Qingshi.

Han Qing leaned against the back of the chair, even though there was no one around, he still sat upright, "You can eat." She said, "I'm not hungry."

Mucha was speechless.

She knew it would be the result, she shouldn't have taken chances and bought so much at once.

Well, it's mainly because everything here is something she's been craving recently, plus, well, it really doesn't bother her to spend other people's money.

"Han Zhong (Boss)." Mu Xia had a small potato in his mouth, his cheeks were rolling, and he spoke vaguely, "For the matter of deposit (group) paper (paper), the debt (debt) is on me, and my mother is Chai ( Tailor, you are very skillful, you will definitely be able to mend it."

Han Qingshi had already forgotten about it.

Now that Mu Xia mentioned it again, she withdrew her idle eyes that were floating in the air and looked at her, and asked in a good mood: "Shouldn't it be you who sewed it yourself to show sincerity?"

Muchia let out a hey, and swallowed the potato, "I can't do it, every button is crooked, and I haven't inherited my mother's good genes at all."

"Forget it." Han Qing said, his tone was not serious, but his attitude was firm, as if this dress was really insignificant, but Sister Wei Zhen clearly said that it was her coming of age ceremony.

A rite of passage from her mother.

Mu Xia's chest felt tight, and suddenly he didn't know how to continue this topic.

She casually poked a piece of chicken fillet into her mouth, chewing slowly.

I used to think that this chicken fillet was very delicious, and I swore that I would not get tired of eating it until I graduated with a Ph.D.

Today, huh, the firewood is terrible.

"Mr. Han." Mu Xia spoke again, with a muffled voice, "What's wrong with your mother?"

Han Qing heard that Mu Xia's voice was wrong, and she said what she didn't want to mention in the most ordinary tone, "One of my parents is a forestry scientist and the other is an ecologist, and the two of them are researching in the most northwest city. I spent my whole life on the plateau ecology, that place was very life-consuming for two people who had never experienced hardships since childhood. Unfortunately, they gave birth to me and they were born late, so for me, they died young, but for themselves Said, it should be regarded as the end of life, happy and mourning."

Han Qingshi's tone was too flat, as if he really didn't think the death of his parents was such a sad thing, but Mu Xia's eyes hurt and his chest felt sore.

She thought it would just hurt her daughter. Her mother was gone, but it would have given her a sense of security, and her father who spoiled her like a little princess was gone.

"Why this expression?" Han Qing smiled lightly, "Aren't you happy when your curiosity is satisfied?"

The corners of Mucha's mouth drooped, the corners of his eyes turned red, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask such questions casually."

"You..." Han Qing wanted to refute, but the words turned into a corner, "How can I accept your apology?"

Mu Xia was taken aback, and laughed through tears.

Clear and clean, brighter than the moonlight.

Han Qing, who had no appetite, suddenly felt hungry.

She crossed her slender legs, leaned forward, put one arm casually on her legs, and propped the other on her knees to support her side face. She looked at a piece of cupcake and said, "Is this delicious?"

Mucha nodded decisively, "The mashed taro is super delicious!"

Han Qing was skeptical, "Then, let me try it too?"

Mucha beamed with joy, "Of course!" She picked up the small cake, forked a piece under the bright moonlight, brought it to Han Qingshi's mouth, and said like a treasure, "Little Ximen star cake, it's not sweet and you don't need money! "

Han Qing lowered his eyes, seriously doubting the moisture in Mu Xia's words.

The appearance of this 'star' is really not that bad.

With an attitude of giving it a try, Han Qingshi slightly parted his red lips, and sipped a small piece of cake into his mouth.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Mucha asked nervously.

Han Qingshi didn't want to speak against her conscience, but she also didn't want to disappoint Mu Xia, so she said, "Try it yourself." She threw the question back to Mu Xia.

Mucha didn't think much, and forked another piece to his mouth.

The girl's lips were tightly pressed together, and together with the cake that was on the fork, she licked it clean.

Han Qingshi had just used that fork.

Within two seconds, Mucha's beautiful facial features were huddled together, wishing to spit out what was in his mouth, "Did the boss forget to put sugar?"

Han Qingshi retracted his eyes from the fork, and his smile was no longer mean, "There is no doubt about it."

But it's very strange, why does she feel that the aftertaste is really a bit sweet?

A dinner full of 'surprises' is over.

Mu Xia took Han Qing out to get the car from the main entrance.

On the way out, Han Qingshi said that he didn't need Mu Xia to send him off, it was too much trouble.

She had already called the driver in advance, but because the distance was too long, she had to wait for a while.

Mu Xia took Han Qingshi to the 'wilderness' on her own initiative, and she was embarrassed to let her wait alone, so she followed by the side of the road.

The school gate in the middle of the night is very cold.

Under the warm-colored streetlights, flying insects slammed into the lampshade again and again.

"Go back, the driver will be here soon." Han Qing said to Mucha who was rubbing his arms in the cold.

Mucha jumped off the curb, leaned over to look at the dark road in the distance, and said doubtfully, "I didn't see a car coming."

Han Qing turned sideways and pointed in the opposite direction with his chin, "This way."

Mucha twisted his head, "Oh." It seems that someone is coming.

"Then I'll go first." Mucha said, lifting the skirt beside the car.

Han Qingshi, "Yes."

Mucha hesitated to speak, dawdled for a few seconds, said nothing, and ran away with the bag.

Han Qingshi leaned against the side of the car, his eyes slowly following her back further and further away.

The moonlight is cool, so quiet that you can hear the gentle breeze.

When Mu Xia disappeared into the school gate, Han Qing straightened up and walked along the deserted green brick road.

The driver sent a message not long ago that the traffic on the North Second Ring Road will be restricted tonight, and it will take about 10 to [-] minutes to get there if you take a detour.

What Mucha saw just now was not what she wanted to wait for.

After walking for a while, there was suddenly the sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

Han Qing turned to the side and didn't look back.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the rapid breathing of the person could even be heard.

As if looking for someone in a hurry.

Han Qing paused, a thought flashed through his mind, then he smiled again and continued walking.

How many years since she graduated from here, only a few familiar teachers still remember her name, others should only know that she is the boss of GN.

No one would come to her to ask for a job.

Then it must not have come to find her.

As soon as this idea was formed, Mu Xia's crisp voice pierced through the moonlight and broke into Han Qingshi's ears, "Boss Han!"

Han Qing's casual figure freezes, then turns around quickly.

Before he could see clearly, the familiar figure jumped straight into her arms, pressed his face against her shoulder, hugged her tightly, and said out of breath, "I still think the apology must be sincere!"

Han Qingshi's cold body floated a gleam of warmth, which melted into his throat, and he spoke softly, "What sincerity?"

Mucha blurted out the words that were about to go all the way, "Auntie can't hug you, I will hug you! I will return the skirt that Auntie left you in full!"

Time seemed to stop turning.

Han Qingshi lowered his brows and eyes, and what he could see was the girl's tender ear tips, which were so red that they were almost transparent.

No matter how big the storm was, there was no wave in her heart, as if a kitten suddenly got into her heart, jumping up and down in that small space, very uneasy.

A paw scratched inadvertently does not hurt, only itches and panic.

Han Qing couldn't catch it, so he could only let it go.

This feeling is not a good sign for her who is planning everything well.

She... Are you sure you want to let it go?

Han Qingshi's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was deep, "Musia."

Mucha responded confusedly, "Huh?"

Han Qingshi looked away from Mu Xia's ears, but still couldn't ignore her still rapid breathing, "You still haven't remembered what I said, I said, don't mess with me." Han Qingshi spoke very slowly, as if he was thinking about it, but also Like a... warning.

Mu Xia's eyes panicked, his body shook uncontrollably, and he felt guilty and embarrassed that his bad intentions were exposed face to face.

She admits.

The cause of everything tonight was indeed due to her 'intentional' encounter, but the reason why she came back to say these words had nothing to do with her original purpose.

She didn't want to take the opportunity to poke Han Qingshi's weakness and make her look at her differently, but she couldn't forget her too calm side face when talking about her parents.

She knows it too.

As the boss of GN, a person of Han Qingshi's status doesn't need sympathy, and she won't let anyone have the opportunity to peek at her weak side, but apart from being the boss of GN, she is still a woman.

Not so long ago, this woman was worried, worried about herself.

earlier.

She was nice and nice to her.

Mucha pursed her parched lips, her voice was weak, "I didn't." She didn't provoke her, she was sincere.

Han Qingshi didn't know what Mu Xia was thinking, but frowned after hearing her unsteady voice.

There was a long silence.

Han Qing spoke again, without a trace of rigidity in his usual voice, "Since it's sincerity, are you going to mend the skirt yourself?"

With a grunt, Mu Xia withdrew from Han Qingshi's arms, lowered his head and said embarrassedly: "Okay, but I really don't know how to do it, so it may take a long time, and ah, the skills that are learned and sold now must be If you don’t make it up well, I don’t have the money to compensate you for a new one if you don’t like it.”

Han Qingshi laughed.

In the quiet night, the laughter was particularly crisp and sweet, "I really plan to make you pay, but can I wait until now? I'm not very old, and my thoughts are too serious."

"Poor, don't think too much." Mu Xia murmured in a low voice, then raised his head with joy and said, "Then it's settled, you can't rush me, and you can't hate me!"

Han Qing stared at Mu Xia's smiling eyes and nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Mucha was satisfied, with his hands behind his back, he couldn't stop laughing.

Thinking that the access control time was approaching, Mucha let out an 'oops' and ran away quickly.

After two steps, he turned back again and asked cautiously: "President Han, can I ask for your WeChat?" Afraid of being rejected, Mu Xia immediately added in a serious manner, "I need any time I will report the progress of mending the skirt to you!"

Han Qingshi kept smiling, took out his phone from his pocket and said, "Shall I scan you?"

Mucha immediately opened the QR code business card and handed it over.

"Ding!" The code was scanned successfully, and a small red dot appeared in the address book below.

Mu Xia was in a hurry, didn't look carefully, just clicked through, then put away the phone and said, "Mr. Han, I'm going back."

Han Qingshi, "Go."

Mucha ran in the familiar direction again.

Laughing all the way.

baffling.

Back in the dormitory, everyone else is there.

Le Qian was applying a facial mask, when she saw Mu Xia came back, she hugged the tablet and pushed her up and down.

Watching her rush to open Han Shuyan's empty wardrobe, then take out the contents of her own wardrobe, throw everything in, and finally carefully take out a skirt from the handbag she brought back and hang it in.

"Where did it come from?" Le Qian asked quietly, lying on Mu Xia's side with her face covered in black mud.

When Mucha turned around, he was almost scared to death.

"I won't tell you." Mu Xia mercilessly closed the cabinet, but she still felt uneasy after it was over, and then searched through the cabinet to find the rusted lock and put it on. Le Qian was dumbfounded after watching the operation, "Are you guarding against thieves?"

Mu Xiaguang smiled and didn't speak, he came out from the gap between Le Qian and the ladder, and said crisply: "Fight you!" After saying that, he ran away, and Le Qian was so angry that he chased after him, making a fuss for a while Chickens fly dogs jump.

After turning off the lights, a few people lay on the bed, playing with their mobile phones and complaining about the strange things they encountered during the day.

Mucha listened casually, not very involved.

Suddenly, someone squeezed his head.

Know who it is without thinking.

[What are you doing? 】Mu Xia sent a WeChat message to ask her rival, Le Qian.

Le Qian returned quickly: 【Where did you go at night?Zhang Chike told me that you guys left work very early today! 】

Mucha: [Ah, it was discovered]

Le Qian: [I'm dumbfounded.jpg]

Mucha: [Actually, it's nothing, that's it, I'm going to WeChat when Han Qing arrives]

Le Qian: [Oh, it's incredible.jpg]

Mucha: [Gradually blushes.jpg]

Le Qian: [Tell me about the experience]

Mucha: [Not passed]

Le Qian: [Tsk, if I'm not blind, did you put on makeup at night?And that skirt, it looks like an evening dress at first glance, you say!Did you sneak out behind my back to attract bees and butterflies? ! ! ! 】

Mucha: [It seems that there is such a thing? 】

Le Qian: [I really miss the time when we first met, we were a bit reserved and sincere.jpg]

Unable to overcome Le Qian's questioning, Mu Xia roughly told her what happened today.

Not including the accident on the second floor of the villa, nor the hug outside the school.

Even so, Le Qian couldn't help but let out a sigh through the screen: 【Your face really suits all ages. 】

Mucha: 【………】

Is Han Qingshi old or young?

It should be considered young and promising.

Mu Xia exited the chat box with Le Qian, and clicked on Han Qingshi's circle of friends instead.

It was empty, and even the cover was the most primitive piece of ashes.

The only color is in the avatar.

Mucha didn't hesitate, and decisively clicked on the big picture.

The pixels are not high, it is estimated that it was taken a few years ago.

It seems to be a playground in midsummer, the runway is connected with the sunset, and there is an inexplicable sadness of youth gone forever.

Mu Xia blinked, and suddenly wondered where Han Qingshi was and what he was doing.

think of doing it.

By the time Mucha, the activist, reacted, the WeChat had already been sent out: [Mr. Han, are you home yet? 】

Han Qing was leaning on the fence of the balcony talking with Wei Zhen on the phone.

She wore a bluetooth headset, and threw her mobile phone on the sofa in the living room. She didn't see Mucha's message in time.

"Tonight's matter, my grandpa came forward." Wei Zhen said, "The old man needs to give some face, he means a small punishment, a big admonition, a face-to-face apology, and then he will be thrown abroad to suffer for a few years, out of sight Don't bother, what do you think?"

Han Qing stood in the wind, his soft hair was blown wantonly by the night wind, "It's too light." Wei Zhen shuddered at the light three words.

"Just treat me as a thin face?" Wei Zhen lacked confidence, "I originally wanted to handle this matter behind my elders' backs to your satisfaction, but he suddenly woke up midway, complaining that his body hurts, and I was afraid that something would happen, so I sent him to the hospital first I did a checkup, who knew that he would slip away from the hospital in the blink of an eye and make trouble directly to my grandfather, and I have nothing to do."

"I don't want to hear an explanation." Han Qingshi's attitude was clear, "You are not easy to deal with, I will come in person."

"Ah Shi..."

"Have you ever thought, if he gets drunk tonight, Mucha is more stupid, we go up late, or don't go up at all, what will be waiting for Mucha and that girl?"

Wei Zhen was speechless.

Han Qingshi didn't intend to stop there, "It's their whole life."

Wei Zhen was speechless, "I understand, I'll think of a way."

"No need." Han Qing straightened his body and walked back. As soon as the wind passed, the coolness in his voice reached Wei Zhen's ears, "I will handle her affairs myself."

After finishing speaking, Han Qing didn't say a word of unnecessary greetings, and ended the call directly, ready to call Zhao Jiahui.

Picking up the phone and seeing Mu Xia's WeChat, Han Qingshi's coolness suddenly dissipated.

She sat down on the large sofa, and clicked on the message to reply to her: [Here we are. 】

Mu Xia seemed to be waiting there. As soon as Han Qingshi's WeChat message was sent, the message at the top indicated that she was typing.

A few seconds later, a message came back: [Yeah, go to bed early, good night~]

The idiomatic refrain is lively and cute.

Han Qing watched quietly for a few seconds, then quickly tapped the screen with his fingertips: [Good night]

After the short chat, Han Qingshi immediately called Zhao Jiahui and told her what to do tonight, how to do it, and what effect to achieve.

Everything is settled, it is approaching two o'clock.

Han Qingshi simply took a bath, his body was a little swayed from exhaustion, but he didn't feel sleepy when he lay down.

She browsed the industry news for a while, and dealt with a few work emails.

When the sleep aid incense began to spread in the bedroom, it was finally a little bit unbearable.

Put down the phone and pick it up again.

Before turning off the lights, Han Qingshi forwarded the Weibo link sent by Zhao Jiahui to Mu Xia's WeChat, and at the same time left a message to her: [Don't worry about being caught this time? 】

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