said don't mess with me

There were too many people around, Mu Xia's voice didn't spread too far, it was enough for Han Qingshi to listen to it once, and then recollect it carefully.

She didn't want to admit that she was touched by Mucha's sincere "you have me".

The identity of the GN boss does not allow it.

While thinking, there is no time when people are invulnerable...

For a moment, Han Qing turned his head, curled the tip of the finger held by Mu Xia, pressed it against the back of her hand, and asked, "Why are you shouting at the sky? It's not good to just tell me?"

Mucha smiled and shook her head, "I'm talking to you from the past, and I don't know her, so I can only ask the gods from the past to convey it to you."

Han Qingshi was funny, wanting to say that her idea was naive and naive.

As soon as the belly draft was finished, she immediately regretted it, and tightened the hand holding her tightly without any trace, and said in a flat tone, "What if you have seen me before?"

In the evening, the wind was cold, and Mucha shivered.

She viciously leaned towards Han Qingshi's back, and using her blown hair to block the wind, she said tremblingly, "Impossible, if you've seen me, you must have an impression, I'm very accurate in remembering people."

Han Qingshi smiled, "That's right. Cold?" She asked Mu Xia who had one foot hooked behind and rubbed against his calf.

The latter pointed a small distance between his thumb and index finger with a guilty conscience, and said, "Just a little bit." She needs to know that the temperature difference between day and night is so big here, and she won't wear a skirt even if she is killed, and also, "...?" At the same time, the hands were suddenly released, and Mucha's chest was disappointed for a moment.

Han Qingshi didn't notice, and took off the windbreaker cleanly.

Under Mucha's gradually suspicious gaze, he put the warm clothes on her shoulders.

Closed up.

----

In the evening, the garden treats guests.

Secretary Ge of the party committee also spared time to be there, and brought several high-level officials to show his grandeur.

Everyone in the group has a head and a face, and the standard of the hotel where they dine is naturally not bad.

Mucha seemed to be able to see the grand occasion of RMB being put directly on the table through the fancy and delicate dishes on the plate.

What is the use?

She can pick up a plate of food with just one chopstick, which is just enough to fit between the teeth. It is not as good as the roadside stall outside the Xiaodongmen of the school that can eat enough.

Hey.

Mu Xia suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Han Qingshi.

How many meals like this does she have to eat throughout the year?

Drink the wine as water, the chopsticks basically don't move, it's strange if you are not thin.

Seeing Han Qingshi clinking glasses with Secretary Ge again, Mu Xia hesitated a little, and quietly put the fish he had just caught into Han Qingshi's bowl.

Her bowl was still empty, and it shouldn't be too obvious to put a large piece of delicious fish in it.

After Han Qing and Secretary Ge finished drinking, they leaned back and put one hand on the edge of the table, pinching the wine glass, and looked at the sudden extra thing in the bowl for a few seconds.

Then lightly kick Mucha's shoe from below.

Mucha felt it, and turned his head inexplicably.

Han Qing drank a lot at night, now the tails of his eyes are reddish, he is not as dignified and capable as usual, and his movements are much slower.

A pair of eyes lightly closed and opened.

When the streamer in her eyes met Mucha's eyes, she inexplicably made her legs go weak.

Especially with his lips parted, he mumbled, "There are thorns."

Mu Xia squeezed the chopsticks tightly tightly, and a strong tingling sensation rushed straight up from the tailbone.

Han Qingshi's tone was too soft.

Like, spoiled?

Shocked, Mu Xia immediately brought Han Qingshi's bowls and chopsticks, and picked fish bones for her.

Actually not many.

They are all small thorns, and it doesn't matter if you swallow them together with the meat.

But I don't know why, Mucha just has the illusion that not picking clean is a heinous crime.

So, under Han Qingshi's blunt gaze, she turned over the whole fish with [-] minutes of patience.

After making sure there were no thorns, he put the bowl back and said in a low voice, "Okay."

Han Qingshi's sitting posture remained unchanged.

Let go of the hand holding the wine glass, pick up the spoon in the bowl instead, poke the fish, put it down quickly, and say slowly: "It's cold."

Mucha, "..." Drinking is amazing, isn't it?It is too difficult to serve.

The strange feeling on Mucha's tailbone disappeared completely.

When I was thinking of Han Qing, I was frightened by the roller coaster ride today.

Even so, she still generously gave the clothes to herself and endured it.

Mucha stood up, took a spoonful of the mushroom soup that had been simmering over low heat, carefully poured it into Han Qingshi's bowl, and said, "It's not cold anymore."

Han Qingshi said 'hmm' and sat up straight.

Under Mucha's fiery eyes of "you can't do it again, I'll turn my face right away", he ate up a small half bowl of soup and a large piece of fish.

Han Qingshi's eating movements are gentle and elegant, which is very ornamental.

Mu Xia's attention was not very concentrated, and she thought complicatedly: She must be in a daze today. When I watched Han Qing eat a meal, I could see that she was obedient. Where did she put the boss's face?

Mucha secretly touched his chest and sighed.

Why did she suddenly gain weight?

It must be that Han Qingshi has taken too much care of him these two days, and he is so proud of being favored.

Alas!

Such a dangerous behavior is unacceptable.

Mu Xia looked away, and never provoked Han Qingshi again.

Halfway through the dinner, Han Qing went out to answer the phone.

long time.

It just so happened that Zhao Jiahui didn't know where she had gone.

As the only woman on GN's side, Mucha naturally needs to be taken care of.

For example, in order not to let her be left out, deliberately find topics from her.

"Xiao Mu, right? I heard from Lao Chen that you got lost in the park today?" Secretary Ge asked with a smile, his expression looked very amiable.

Mu Xia felt that she had lost her face to the Pacific Ocean, but she still kept smiling, not embarrassing the two letters GN, "It's not that she was lost. The phone was stolen at the time, and there was no way to contact Mr. Han, so it was considered lost."

"Mobile phone stolen?" Secretary Ge closed his smile with a serious expression, "Old Chen, Mr. Han's people lost things in our park. Are you the manager for nothing?"

Manager Chen was terrified, "I have arranged for people to investigate, and there should be news soon. Mu Gong, what happened today was our negligence. I will punish myself with three drinks to express my apology." Manager Chen stood up with a glass of wine and said.

Mucha was so frightened that she also stood up, "Don't dare, my mobile phone is not expensive, so don't bother." She is just a "brick mover", and she can't afford to be fined by the leader of the National People's Congress.

But Secretary Ge said: "No, alcohol must be punished. Mr. Han's people are all distinguished guests, and they must not be neglected!"

"You're too polite." Mucha smiled apologetically. She sang so well that she didn't know how to refute.

After Manager Chen finished drinking, Secretary Ge continued to bring the topic to Mu Xia.

From family to school, from age to education and major, even whether you have a boyfriend or not.

"Xiao Mu is so pretty, and she's doing well in her studies. It would be a pity if she doesn't find the right boyfriend in the future. Why don't you keep me as a daughter-in-law?" Secretary Ge asked with a smile, his old-fashioned attitude couldn't tell the truth.

Mu Xia kept his mind steady and didn't dare to interrupt with a joke.

Thinking of the right words, Mu Xia raised his eyes obediently with a smile, "Your family..."

As soon as the words came out, the box door was pushed open.

Han Qing came in steadily, with clear eyes, completely gone from the dullness that was similar to drunkenness before.

Mu Xia straightened his back unconsciously, his expression revealing pride and confidence.

She didn't discover it herself.

Han Qingshi could see clearly.

She walked past at a leisurely pace.

When passing behind Mu Xia, he raised his hand without warning, pressed on the top of her head and rubbed it, and said, "It's a little trouble, I don't want to leave it here to cause trouble for you."

"Hahaha." Secretary Ge laughed happily, "In my opinion, Han always doesn't want to cut this heart off, okay? I heard what Lao Chen said, as soon as the claimer is notified on the broadcast today, you will pick it up immediately, baby Very much."

Han Qing sat down, glanced across Mu Xia's face with a smile, and put a strong stroke on her frightened little heart, "Since you know, don't you want to rob me?"

Secretary Ge was just joking.

At this moment, Han Qingshi personally stood up to protect the calf, so how dare he continue to make fun of others.

The two settled down with a glass of wine, and the conversation returned to the topic.

Mucha was left sitting by himself, his expression changed from shock to despair, and finally only shyness remained.

----

At the end of the dinner, Han Qingshi refused to accept Secretary Ge's invitation to renew the stall on the grounds that he could not drink enough, and took a special car back to the hotel.

Three women ride in the same car.

Zhao Jiahui, who came back in the second half of the journey, sat in the co-driver, while Mu Xia and Han Qingshi sat in the back.

Along the way, Mucha was very well-behaved.

I was afraid that if I didn't say something right, I would cause trouble for Han Qingshi again, causing her to rescue him personally.

Touching heads, robbing people or something.

Her face is not that big anymore.

"Sit up." The person beside him suddenly called out, his voice was low and moist, and it sounded very comfortable.

Mu Xia didn't know why, when she was still Han Qing, she thought her sitting posture was too ugly, so she hurriedly rubbed and hid the messy picture in her mind, and followed her request.

Just as she straightened her waist, her shoulders suddenly sank.

Han Qing, who was originally leaning on the back seat, leaned on Mu Xia's shoulder.

Eyes closed, breathing gently.

When the car was driving, the flickering light passed over her face, covering her face with a layer of tranquility.

Mucha's breathing was still, and he didn't know how to put his stiff hands and feet.

This is too close.

too intimate.

She is usually like a good friend.

Huh?

Good friend.

Mucha turned his head, licked his lips, and called out tentatively, "Boss Han?"

Han Qingshi didn't open his eyes, and moved his head on her shoulder, "Say."

"Do you lack friends?"

"..."

It was eerily quiet in the carriage.

Mucha's first reaction was that he asked this question too abruptly, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the atmosphere was just right.

look.

Boss Han didn't treat her as an outsider at all.

Gathering up his courage, Mucha began to boast about himself, "Qianqian said that I am very suitable to be a friend. I am caring and righteous, and pinching my face can relieve boredom. There is absolutely no loss in investing in shares."

Facing Mu Xia's boast, Han Qingshi didn't react at all, and even felt a little drowsy.

Mucha was frustrated, and his shoulders slumped unconsciously.

As soon as he moved, Han Qing raised his hand that had been placed on his abdomen, squeezed Mu Xia's limp face, and said coolly, "Drink more hot water and less dreaming."

Mu Xia, "..." Well, when she was in Han Qing, the impression here may be that she is really troublesome, and people don't bother to be friends with her.

Strive for more performance later.

Forget about making friends, bah, the road to being a good friend is heavy and has a long way to go.

----

Back at the hotel, Han Qingshi's alcohol was almost over, and he and Zhao Jiahui summarized today's work while walking towards his room.

The two asked and answered, but Mucha couldn't get in the way.

Decided to retreat alone.

"Drip!" The door lock opened.

Han Qing, who was walking in front, stopped when he walked.

She said something to Zhao Jiahui, and saw the latter handing over a silver mobile phone with both hands.

Han Qing caught it, turned around and walked towards Mu Xia.

Mu Xia looked around, she was the only one left in the corridor, maybe Han Qingshi came to look for her?

It really is.

"This is a test machine from the research and development department. It's just enough for use. During the business trip, I have a lot of contacts, so it's inconvenient without a mobile phone." Han Qingshi handed the mobile phone to Mu Xia and said, "Go to make up the card in time tomorrow, so that your family and friends can't find you. in a hurry."

Mucha was pleasantly surprised, "Is it really for me? It looks so new." There are no scratches.

Mucha looked back and forth, couldn't help but sigh.

GN is worthy of being GN, and the test machine turned out to be the latest model, which is almost tens of thousands.

The price was so good that Mucha suddenly felt hot, and asked cautiously, "Do you want money?"

Han Qingshi, "It's just a test machine, it doesn't cost money."

"Thank you, Mr. Han!" Mu Xia's brows were brimming with joy, wishing she could put her phone in her pocket and cover it.

Han Qing ignored her unfamiliar expression and responded casually.

Seeing the dark room through the crack of the door, Han Qing asked her, "Do you dare to sleep alone at night?"

"Ah?" Mu Xia's heart was full of mobile phones, and he was confused for a few seconds before he understood what Han Qingshi was asking, and nodded quickly, "Dare!"

Han Qingshi didn't say any more, turned around and left, and went into her room with Zhao Jiahui.

Soon, the work discussion was over.

Zhao Jiahui stood up.

Seeing the handbag at his feet, Zhao Jiahui reminded: "Mr. Han, the manual and charger of the new machine are all here. Do you need me to take it to Mr. Mu?"

Han Qing leaned against the sofa, looking a little tired, "No, when she asked, she said it was a testing machine."

test machine?Zhao Jiahui was puzzled.

At dinner, she was absent for a while, and was ordered by Han Qingshi to buy a mobile phone for Mu Xia.

Color and style are not required.

Just one point - it looks good in pictures.

She was still thinking about when Han Qing liked to take pictures, and when she saw her handing the phone to Mu Xia, she suddenly understood.

To coax a little girl.

At this moment, she suddenly discovered that Han Qingshi was far more thoughtful than she thought.

In order not to burden Mu Xia, he deliberately called the new machine worth tens of thousands of yuan a test machine.

"In addition, this mobile phone is considered my personal expense, so don't go through the financial reimbursement process." Han Qing said again.

Zhao Jiahui, "Okay, then I won't bother you, go to bed early."

"Well, I worked hard today."

"A matter of duty."

Zhao Jiahui left.

Han Qingshi unbuttoned his coat, slid down sideways, and lay on his back on the sofa to relieve his fatigue.

separated by a wall.

Mucha, who had just fumbled to activate the phone successfully, jumped up and down on the bed excitedly.

The young and lively voice went around the wall and floated in from the balcony, very catchy.

Han Qingshi covered his eyes with the back of his hand, blocking the bright light above his head, only showing the corners of his raised lips, and said with a low smile, "Whatever you say, you can believe it. The age is all over the dog."

The author has something to say: log in to the background to update the column information, and accidentally found that the income of the work is actually a thousand, thank you~

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