said don't mess with me

The next day, Han Qingshi had other schedules, so he didn't need Mu Xia to accompany him, so he didn't ask Zhao Jiahui to call her when he left.

When Mu Xia woke up naturally, it was almost ten o'clock.

She grumbled to get up and washed her face, then went out to replace the SIM card with her pill backpack on her back.

There is a business hall two or three kilometers away from the hotel.

I heard from the staff that the operator is currently engaged in welfare activities, and it is overcrowded every day.

After Mucha drew the number, she waited in line for more than two hours before it was her turn.

Doing business... in no more than 5 minutes.

After getting the card, Mucha immediately logged into WeChat.

The phone vibrated for four or five seconds before finally stopping.

Mucha pulled and looked down.

From roommates to colleagues, as well as brothers and sisters in the laboratory, many people are asking why she can't get through the phone.

Mucha replied to WeChat while walking towards the hotel.

Pass the street food stalls.

Mucha swallowed hard.

I want to eat.

But no money.

I had no choice but to go back to the hotel with my mouth full of saliva, and rely on sleep to resist hunger.

In the evening, when Han Qing finished his work, he leaned on the back seat of the car with his body tired and closed his eyes to rest.

Head turned to one side, no shoulder to lean on.

Han Qingshi opened his eyes and asked Zhao Jiahui who was sorting out the materials, "What did Mu Xia do today?"

Zhao Jiahui, "I went to the business hall to renew the card at [-]:[-] in the morning, and stayed in the hotel all the time, and went out again at [-] o'clock. At this moment, I should be in Fengqing Street near the hotel."

"Hmm." Han Qing looked thoughtfully at the ancient buildings along the street.

Mu Xia's character is not like someone who can live at leisure, so why don't she stay in the hotel and not go out when she is given time to move around freely?

"Go to Fengqing Street." Han Qingshi said.

Driver, "OK."

Within 10 minutes, the car stopped on the side of the road outside Fengfeng Street.

There are many pedestrians inside, and cars cannot drive in.

"Go back to the hotel first, don't wait for me." Han Qingshi said.

Zhao Jiahui responded and left with the driver first.

In the rearview mirror, Zhao Jiahui walked in steadily when she saw Han Qing.

Halfway through, he suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head and raised his toes.

As if looking at yourself.

Soon, she changed her pace and turned to the nearby shopping mall.

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When Han Qing found Mu Xia, she was standing at the door of an Internet celebrity tea shop, looking in through the glass, with an envious expression of 'I really want it' on her face, she looked pitiful.

Han Qingshi had an impression of this brand. He passed by the front desk many times before, and saw a few girls on duty with cups in their hands.

Really that delicious?

Han Qingshi was skeptical about this.

There is no doubt that the heat is high.

Material compliance is also yet to be confirmed.

Before the serious occupational disease broke out, Han Qingshi quickened his pace, walked behind Mu Xia, and asked her, "When did you change your career to be a door god?"

Han Qingshi's voice is actually not high, but because it is slow and smooth, with a touch of elegance in its stability, it is particularly recognizable in a noisy environment.

Mucha didn't bother to appreciate it, his mind was full of 'Why is Mr. Han here? '

She turned around in surprise.

I saw that Han Qing was wearing a white casual shirt, which draped very well, the sleeves were loosely rolled up, and two buttons were unbuttoned at the neckline, revealing a large area of ​​skin, delicate and firm, dazzlingly white.

Below is a pair of light gray casual wide-leg trousers, put on the clean white shoes, at first glance it looks like it's all legs.

Once the legs are long, the aura is full.

Mu Xia didn't drink water all day, so he sipped his dry mouth.

A scene that made her want to commit suicide gradually emerged in her mind-the streets and alleys with people coming and going, Han Qingshi did not have the high-end outfits of the boss of GN, but she still stood out from the crowd. She just leaned on the guardrail casually to attract The eyes of passers-by.As for myself, standing next to Han Qingshi, trying to stand on tiptoe, but still only able to reach her waist...

Imagination may be too exaggerated.

The psychological damage caused by it is not great, but the insult is super strong.

Mu Xia knew the current affairs and thought that it would be wiser for her not to be in the same frame as Han Qingshi today.

"Mr. Han, what a coincidence." Mu Xia greeted politely, and at the same time oiled the soles of his feet, ready to run away.

Han Qingshi didn't know if he had seen Mu Xia's thoughts, or had plans in the first place, and almost at the same time as she moved, he hooked her shoulders back.

This hook, Han Qingshi didn't release it again, but put his arm on Mu Xia's shoulder, seemingly standing upright, but actually pressed half of his body's weight on it.

"Unfortunately, I came here specifically to find you." Han Qing said calmly.

Mu Xia straightened her back, fearing that if Han Qing tried harder, her bones would be crushed by her, "Ah? Why do you want me?"

"Excuse me!" A sudden male voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

Mucha hooked his head to look.

Two or three meters away, the employees of someone's shop were stumbling and pushing the cart.

The road here is narrow, there are many people, and the cart is full of goods. If you are not careful, you will be scratched by the hard edges and corners of the wooden box.

So why not pull less at a time?

"Big sister, let me go!" The young man leaned over from behind the goods and said to Mucha who was complaining in his heart.

Mucha almost didn't come up in one breath.

Miss?

Who is your eldest sister?

"You... Ah!" Mu Xia was suddenly embraced by Han Qingshi's dangling arms, and brought him to make way for others.

Face to face, Mu Xia could see Han Qing's open collar as soon as he raised his eyes.

The skin is fine and white, and the collarbone is clear.

Going down, there is a deep groove hooked on the plump chest...

When the cart passed by, Han Qing wanted to remind Mucha.

As soon as he lowered his head, he accurately caught the small eyes that she wanted to see but didn't dare to look at, and couldn't move anymore when she saw it.

Can't help laughing.

Before Han Qing came here, he went to the mall first, because he was afraid that his overly formal attire would appear abrupt when he came here.

It now appears that there are additional effects.

However, in a place of right and wrong, it is better to restrain yourself.

"Where are you looking?" Han Qing said flatly.

Mucha was captured on the spot, and immediately turned his head aside as if covering his ears and stealing the bell, and made a crisp 'click' with a wide range of movements.

Han Qingshi's hand on her shoulder moved to the back of her neck and pinched it, and asked in disbelief, "Bones are so brittle at such a young age?"

"???" Mu Xia wanted to cry but had no tears, "Boss Han, the joints are ringing, it's not that the bones are broken."

How could Han Qingshi not know, just said that just to tease Mu Xia, so that she would know that there is no such thing as taking advantage of nothing in the world.

Now that the goal has been achieved, other...

Just be patient.

Han Qingshi ignored the soft feeling that his fingertips seemed to be able to recall clearly, and turned his eyes away from Mucha's face.

Then he stepped back to distance himself, and asked her casually, "Why don't you go out to play this afternoon?"

Thinking of his miserable situation of having no money to eat today, Mucha looked at all the vicissitudes of life and said, "No money."

Han Qingshi frowned.

Money is really not in her daily life considerations, so she naturally didn't expect that Mucha would bore herself in the hotel all day because of this reason.

It was she who neglected.

Maybe, not necessarily.

Thinking of the bank card someone left on the pillow that morning a few days ago, the corners of Han Qingshi's lips pressed down quickly, "It's a bank card, I thought you wouldn't have to worry about money long ago."

The chilly voice was obviously ironic.

Mucha would be too stupid if he couldn't hear it.

But didn't she not know Han Qingshi's identity at the time?

As long as someone gives her some hints, she won't take more than 2 yuan to embarrass her face.

Ugh?

I have reminded her, more than once...

"I was wrong." Mucha immediately apologized.

Han Qingshi punched the cotton, and was a little annoyed by her overly proficient technique, "When will your speed of admitting mistakes catch up with the speed of your brain and hands?"

Mu Xia didn't speak, but blinked innocently when he looked at Han Qing.

Aries is impulsive by nature, I really don't blame her.

Han Qingshi completely lost her temper. She took out her mobile phone from her trouser pocket and said, "Open the payment QR code of mobile banking."

Mucha was vigilant, "Why do you want this?"

Han Qing raised his eyes, expressionless, "I'll buy you for money, sell it?"

"..." Mucha decisively opened the mobile banking app.

It's not that she wants to sell herself, the main thing is that Han Qingshi's eyes are too fierce.

"The screen is facing me." Han Qing said.

Mucha, "Oh."

The 'ding' sound reminded Han Qingshi to enter the password, then he raised his eyes and looked at Mu Xia, who was holding the phone in two paws, with a cute face, and said, "Refresh the balance."

Mucha, "Okay."

Twenty-six thousand?

What a familiar number!

It was only a fraction of the balance in the card when she gave it to Han Qing!

Mu Xia was frightened, "Mr. Han, what are you doing?" No, you really want to buy her, right?

Han Qing put the phone away, and couldn't bear to see her heartless and horrified expression, "This is your money, so I will return it to you, or do you really want to treat that night as a pure business relationship?"

This is the first time the two have mentioned that night positively since they met again.

Mucha was completely unprepared, his face became hot and his confidence weakened, "I didn't."

Han Qing snorted lightly, "If you didn't put a card in front of me, did you really use me as the headliner in the bar to whore?"

Ah, the words are too explicit.

Mu Xia avoided Han Qingshi's eyes in embarrassment, wondering if he should just kneel down and hug Han Qingshi's thigh to show his sincerity?

Forget it, let's explain clearly first.

"It's a misunderstanding." Mu Xia said, "Before I went, Qianqian said that you had just experienced it. It was very miserable. I thought, you must be short of money, so I can help a little..."

Mu Xiayue said that his voice became quieter, and it turned into a mosquito buzzing directly behind him. When he flew into Han Qing's ears, his ears were very dry, and his tone was deep and cold, "So, I have to thank you for your generosity?" Wanliu, with all the net worth, yes, everyone should be sincere.

Mucha's already protruding foot was frantically testing on the edge of stepping on thunder, "Since I'm with you..."

There are some words that Mu Xia couldn't say, so he skipped over them and continued, "I really have no bad intentions, ahhh, don't hit me!"

Mu Xia screamed in fright when Han Qing raised his hand.

In fact, she just wanted to fiddle with the wind tousled hair.

That's why Mu Xia's psychological quality was as strong as reinforced concrete at that time, and sometimes as fragile as tofu dregs, so he thought too much.

However, the frightened begging for mercy on her face was quite vivid.

Han Qing recalled it for a while, and couldn't help laughing.

Leaning against the light pole of the ancient courtyard, one leg is slightly bent, and the upper body bows forward with a smile.

Referred to laughing bent over.

Mucha had never seen Han Qingshi like this before.

Taking off the rigorous shell of the boss of GN, with the sunset on his side, he smiled brightly and carefreely.

No wonder sister Wei Zhen would say that she was nagging, would call her Ah Shi affectionately, and would be happy and angry in front of her.

The Han Qingshi that Sister Wei Zhen knew was the real Han Qingshi.

And she only knew the boss of GN.

My heart suddenly felt stuffy.

He obviously wanted to take a few more glances, and remember Han Qingshi in front of him.

Look up.

I just wanted to give her a hard slap!

Enough laughing, Han Qingshi returned to his normal level, and he still spoke as the GN boss who was used to being in a high position, "Be careful in the future, not everyone treats you as I do..."

Han Qing stopped in the middle of his conversation, and immediately aroused Mucha's curiosity, "What do you think of me?" she asked.

Han Qingshi turned his eyes away and said softly, "Children."

"...Oh." It's just a child.

Mucha stopped talking, and the atmosphere quickly sank.

There are people coming and going around, laughing constantly.

From time to time, young girls came out of the tea shop.

Biting the straw, he smiled contentedly.

Mu Xiagang was just looking at the drinks in their hands, right?

Seems like a real hit with young girls.

With a thought in Han Qing's mind, he tapped Mu Xia's forehead with his fingers, and said in a stern tone, "What are you doing with your head down? You can't scold me for doing something wrong?"

"Yes." Mucha has completely given up struggling.

Seeing her like this, Han Qing wanted to laugh, "Stop pretending to me."

What else could she do?Mucha smiled kindly.

Han Qing paused, avoiding her bright eyes, and said softly, "Do you want to drink?"

There was too much difference in attitude before and after, Mu Xia couldn't figure out the routine, and only looked at her cautiously.

When Han Qingshi concentrated on looking at someone, his eyes were very full.

There, you can never see another person except yourself.

Depression instantly improved.

Mucha nodded cheerfully and said, "Yes."

"Yeah." Han Qing responded, and then asked, "Is it delicious?"

Mucha shook his head decisively, "Ban Ban."

Han Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a moment, "Then what were you standing at the door looking at?"

Mucha held his head high, and explained it confidently, "You know the Internet celebrity product, it may not taste good, but girls must have a glass in their hand when they go shopping. This is the legendary sense of ritual."

Han Qingshi really didn't know.

However, she stood here for just a few minutes, and the girls who passed by almost had cups in their hands.

"Wait." Han Qingshi said.

"Ah?" Mu Xia looked at Han Qing who had already stepped forward in surprise, and asked, "Do you want to buy it for me?"

Han Qing turned around, "Otherwise? After you spend all the money, you can live and die in the dormitory?"

"..." That's not what she meant.

Who pays is a trivial matter, the point is Party A's father, how can the boss of GN condescend and run to queue for drinks for her?

Don't take dad seriously!

Before Han Qingshi walked out, Mu Xia quickly said, "You don't need to queue up, you can order it on the mini program."

Han Qing stopped, "Can you operate?"

Mucha nodded hurriedly, "Yes!" Don't be too familiar!

Han Qing stepped back and handed over the phone directly.

Mucha who has already opened his WeChat, "..."

She can still afford a glass of drink.

However, her father's kindness was hard to turn down, so she reluctantly accepted it.

Mucha took the phone with both hands.

After ordering what he wanted, he casually asked Han Qing, "Boss Han, do you want to drink?"

Han Qingshi, "Don't drink."

Mucha, "Yeah, okay!"

Han Qingshi, "..." She thinks she has good eyesight, so why can't she see a bit of cannibalism and soft-handedness from Mu Xia?

Within 3 minutes, Mu Xia finished ordering and returned the phone to Han Qingshi.

There are quite a lot of people queuing in front, and the system prompts to wait for about half an hour.

Tortured.

Mucha racked his brains to find something to chat with Han Qingshi.

When it comes to her job, she talks eloquently, confidently and calmly.

Integrating industry development into technology, the problem is not limited to the project itself, and the horizon is very broad.

This kind of radiance from the inside out, Mu Xia has never seen such a big professor like Chen Deping.

When Han Qing, she didn't need to be proud, she had the capital to look up to.

"Why are you in a daze? Let's see if it's done." Han Qing reminded him through his WeChat.

Mucha leaned on her arm and looked sideways, "Yeah, yes, I'll get it."

Mucha quickly ran into the store to get a drink.

Through the glass and the crowd, Han Qing laughed self-deprecatingly.

There is an illusion.

If it wasn't for the WeChat reminder to interrupt her in time.

The unstoppable light in Mucha's eyes may make her experience stuck for the first time in her life.

soon.

Mucha came out holding a big drink.

Going down, she narrowed her eyes beautifully.

"Satisfied." Mu Xia said with the taro paste in his mouth.

Han Qingshi has always been dedicated and insensitive to such high-calorie things.

Just looking at the cream floating on top makes my mouth feel greasy.

Mucha doesn't know, she only judges by her habitual thinking - when someone looks directly at something, it means she wants it very much.

Mu Xia looked at the cold drink in his hand, and then at Han Qing's serious eyes.

Enduring the pain, he walked up to her and said, "Are you sure you don't want to drink?"

Han Qing wanted to say 'no' subconsciously, and when the words came to his lips, he sank, and said, "Drink."

Mucha couldn't go back on his word, so he reluctantly handed over the drink.

Han Qingshi didn't pick it up, but leaned over directly, took Mu Xia's hand, and squeezed the paper straw with his moist lips.

Light vanilla wrapped in cream.

It's a bit greasy, but also sweet.

"How does it taste?" Mucha asked.

Han Qing pondered for a moment, and said honestly, "It's better than I imagined."

"That's right, ordinary Internet celebrities also have ordinary advantages." Mucha was proud.

When she was pinching the straw to continue drinking, Mucha saw a faint red lip print on it.

Go around the circle.

If she wants to drink again, she can't avoid it.

How to do?

Ok……

Boss Han didn't do it on purpose.

Certainly not her fault.

Drink, don't let it go to waste.

When Mu Xia secretly glanced at Han Qing, she saw that she was swiping her phone with her head down, not looking at herself.

So, he squeezed the straw tightly and carefully bit down on it.

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