said don't mess with me

Too close, the woman exhales like blue.

Mu Xia smelled the fragrance of Han Qingshi's body and looked at her with a smile on her face. No matter how much resentment was in her stomach, she couldn't hold on.

She turned her head away, but she didn't deliberately avoid Han Qingshi's hand, and retorted in a low voice, "Whoever asks you to redeem it, I won't lose it at all." The girl's soft voice could not hear any anger, but seemed to be acting like a baby.

Han Qingshi flashed his eyes with a smile, withdrew his hand, and said following her words: "Okay, I can't lose it." His voice was slow, with a clear ending, very similar to Zhang Chi's usual tone when facing the vexatious Le Qian.

Qianqian said it was because of pampering and pampering...

Mu Xia's face became hot, and he turned to look at Han Qingshi.

On the first pair, she was smudged by the smile and looked extraordinarily gentle, and quickly moved her eyes away, and ran towards the flight attendant waiting at the door of the cabin as if fleeing.

Han Qingshi spoiled her?

If she wasn't crazy, she wouldn't be able to say such shameless words.

There are very few first-class seats, and Mucha found his seat very easily.

With the help of the flight attendant, she lifted the suitcase up and threw herself into the seat with a whimper.

The seat is wide and comfortable, and it is more than enough for Mucha to sink into it.

Hmm - so no one can see what she's doing?

Mucha's big eyes stared at the TV in front of him for a few seconds, and he floated up quietly.

The hand above the head had already left, why did she still feel a faint sense of pressure?

There is also the feeling of warm fingertips rubbing against the head through the hair, as comfortable as before...

"What are you thinking about sitting here alone?" Han Qingshi's familiar voice suddenly sounded from above, followed by someone sitting next to him.

Mucha was caught, and immediately put away his messy thoughts and pretended to be serious.

Huh?

A question flashed through my mind.

Mu Xia sat up and asked Han Qing, "Why are you here?"

Han Qing was unbuttoning his coat, and his movements were not too fast, "I'm not here, where am I going?"

Yes, the check-in procedure has been done early, where else can I go if I don’t get on the plane when the time comes?

Mucha didn't think of this question until now.

What about Han Shuyan?

Mucha stared at Han Qing thoughtfully.

The eyes were so straightforward that Han Qing couldn't ignore them even when he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

"Anything you want to say?" Han Qing asked Mucha while leaning on his seat.

It was the first time that Mu Xia saw her like this "sitting or not sitting", and somehow felt that she was a lot more approachable, and some words that she didn't dare to ask naturally became easy to say, "Aren't you going to watch the game?"

Han Qingshi didn't think much about it, he only thought that Mu Xia and Han Shuyan were classmates, and the information exchange was smooth, so he knew about it.

She pulled her coat open and said softly, "Too boring."

Hearing these three words, Mu Xia was so happy that he almost jumped up, and said to himself, let's see, smart people think the same!

When he thought about Han Qing having withheld his ID card and student ID card for so long, he grimaced again.

Humph.

Smart people are also a set of tricks.

It's better for her to draw a clear line with her for the time being.

Mucha lowered the seat back a little.

Once the blanket is covered, the TV is turned on, and the headphones are put on, it seems that no one exists anymore.

Soon, the first-class passengers boarded the plane, and the flight attendants came over one by one to help everyone order food.

When it was Mu Xia's turn, she fell asleep and came up. She was a little confused at the moment, and with the earphones blocking her, let alone talking to the flight attendant, she couldn't even raise her eyelids.

"Miss." The flight attendant squatting aside called Mucha again.

Han Qing turned sideways, and after seeing Mu Xia's drowsy expression, he gestured to the flight attendant.

The flight attendant understood, walked around from the front, squatted next to Han Qingshi, and said with a smile, "Hello, how can I help you?"

Han Qingshi, "Dinner won't be served, give me a glass of warm water, and the girl next to me a glass of juice."

Flight attendant, "Okay, just a moment."

The flight attendant continued to serve the people behind.

Soon, the plane went into cruise mode.

The flight attendant delivered warm water and juice on a tray.

Mu Xia didn't sleep well, and Han Qing was afraid that she would turn over and hit her, so he put her juice on his side, and then leaned on the seat to browse magazines.

Halfway through the flight, a group of villains who had been sleeping quietly next door suddenly smacked their mouths twice.

The voice was not loud, but when Han Qing couldn't stand it, there was no other interesting sound besides her breathing.

Han Qing looked away lazily from the magazine and turned to Mucha.

Mu Xia fell asleep when his back was turned to Han Qing at first, wishing he could wrap the back of his head in a blanket.

Turning and turning, it turned into facing her.

The blanket was pressed under the chin, which looked extraordinarily well-behaved.

Even without a little make-up, the young and delicate face is so beautiful that people can't help but look at it more.

Han Qing looked at Mu Xia quietly for a while, made sure that she was still asleep, put down the magazine between his fingers, turned sideways to face her, and bent his arms with his head resting on his head.

This pose draws the distance between the two very close.

There are only two handrails.

Under the backdrop of the monotonous environment without human voices and artificial activities, Han Qingshi gradually developed an illusion—she seemed to be able to feel the air floating along the route driven by Mucha's breathing.

How far around she didn't know.

The only certainty is that there is something slowly drifting past his lips.

Han Qing put his hands on his waist and moved.

Lift slowly.

Across the narrow distance between the two, he lightly touched Mucha and opened his lips slightly.

Pink and soft, piping hot.

Mucha didn't know if he sensed that someone was touching him, or if he dreamed of something.

She rubbed her chin against the blanket, pulling herself tighter.

Originally a small face, now only half of it is exposed.

The thick eyelashes press the light under the eyes, soft and easy to deceive.

Han Qing withdrew his hand, smiled silently, and didn't make any other movements, just lying on his side quietly watching her sleep in the dark.

When I saw it, I saw the plane landed.

----

The booked hotel is some distance from the airport, even if there is a special car to pick it up, it took nearly half an hour to arrive.

By the time a few people finished checking in, it was almost midnight.

Mucha's room was next to Han Qingshi's, and he walked past her drowsily yawning.

Seeing that she still has the energy to discuss tomorrow's arrangements with Zhao Jiahui, she couldn't help curling her lips.

There is nothing wrong with saying that those who are able work harder, worrying about their lives can really move the world.

"Do you still want to have supper?" Han Qingshi stopped suddenly, and asked Mu Xia who was lazily following behind him.

Mu Xia trotted two steps to keep up, and said politely: "I won't eat, thank you Mr. Han."

Han Qing said 'hmm', and continued walking with Zhao Jiahui.

Passing by a room, Han Qingshi knocked on the door frame, and said to Mu Xia who was still thinking about going forward, "Your room."

Mucha looked up, took out the door card from his pocket and checked the number carefully.

It really is.

"Thank you Mr. Han for reminding you to go to bed early." Mu Xia said to Han Qing respectfully. Zhao Jiahui next to her raised her paw and said with a smile, "Sister Zhao, good night." There was a chill down her spine, and she forced herself to smile back at her, "Good night."

Mucha cheerfully said 'hmm', and swiped his card to enter the door.

Before the door closed, she vaguely heard Han Qing say something to Zhao Jiahui, "Come to my room, when will I figure out the details of the new product launch at the end of the month and when will I go to bed."

Mucha's toes rested on the rollers of the suitcase, and he took a deep breath in pain.

When I was waiting for the plane, I clearly said that the press conference would be handed over to another person. Sister Zhao only needs to keep an eye on the progress, but now she is going back on her word?

OK.

Who makes others the boss.

Mastering the lifeline of the economy means mastering the freedom and dignity of migrant workers.

Hey, she'd better wash up and sleep, she's so sleepy.

Mucha closed the door, put on the anti-theft lock, and quickly washed and tidied up.

After finally lying on the bed, I found that I didn't feel sleepy.

Going to the dormitory to bubble in the wechat group was like nothing, and no one paid attention to her.

Mucha crossed his arms in front of his chest, embracing his lonely and cold self.

In her lifetime, she even had the opportunity to experience the power of "accepting the bed".

Dragging the progress bar to watch a few episodes of the TV series, Mu Xia finally felt something, she quickly stuffed her phone under the pillow, and began to brew emotions.

Just a little confused, the door was slapped suddenly, and soon there was the sound of Didi unlocking.

All kinds of 'hotel horrors' that I had seen in the news all came out in one go.

Mucha sat up in a jerk, his heart beating so fast that it would burst out of his chest.

She sat quietly in the dark, not daring to move or breathe, staring at the direction of the door without blinking.

There was no more sound outside the door.

Mucha slowly put down his guard, only thinking that the sound just now was because he was sleepy and had an illusion.

Just when she was about to lie down and continue to sleep, the knock on the door came again without warning.

One stroke at a time, heavy and slow.

The blackout curtains in the room were drawn tightly.

Mucha sat stiffly on the bed, his vision was dark.

The excessive silence and the heart-beating sound of the door form a strong contrast.

Mucha's palms began to sweat coldly, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

I couldn't hold back my breath, and my teeth touched together.

Bursts of irrepressible knocking sounds came to the face wrapped in a thick chill.

Fear spread quickly.

Mucha tried to calm himself down, knelt up from the bed, and called the front desk, "Hi, I'm tenant 1007, someone is knocking on my door, please come up and take a look."

Mucha spoke clearly and accurately, and he didn't even forget to say the last "Thank you, thank you for your hard work".

The whole call was extremely calm.

In fact, only she knew that fear had already formed when the first knock on the door came, and now it almost occupied all her senses.

Hands and feet are numb, and the body is cold.

Every subtle change in the surrounding environment is magnified to the extreme.

Any slight disturbance could cause her calmness to collapse.

Want to have someone by your side.

Listen to her say 'Don't be afraid'.

These two words flashed through Han Qingshi's mind along with Han Qingshi's voice.

Mucha acted faster than reason, and immediately found Han Qingshi's WeChat to ask her for help.

Helplessly, my hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't press the keyboard correctly.

It was almost to the edge and anxiously made Mucha's eyes blurred.

She couldn't see the screen clearly, so she could only rely on her feeling to press and hold the recording button below, leaned close to her mouth, and whispered, "Mr. Han, are you asleep?"

In just 6 words, she spoke from a calm and restrained voice to a voice shaking like crying.

I couldn't help laughing with joy when I heard the sound of "whoosh" when the message was successfully sent, as if something terrible had happened.

The corners of the mouth just raised, and quickly sank.

Even if Han Qingshi didn't sleep, what does it have to do with her?

They are just Party A and Party B, and they have no obligation to take care of her in private...

"Let the light refract the tear-wet pupils, reflecting the rainbow that I most want to have in my heart..."

The phone's own ringtone suddenly rang.

Mucha was frightened, his wrist softened, and the phone slipped from his palm.

After falling on the quilt, it still rang the bell hard.

A string of unknown numbers floated up and down on the screen.

Mu Xia stared blankly for a few seconds, quickly picked up the phone, slid his thumb up, and tentatively said, "Hello?"

"Xia Xia, it's me, don't hang up the phone, don't move, and open the door after I call you, and don't be afraid."

In the quiet night, Han Qing's anxious but gentle voice cut off all fear from the outside world.

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