said don't mess with me

Han Qingshi's tailbone felt a tingling heat.

The relationship has changed, and the feeling of the same address has changed.

This sister...

Inexplicably, she felt an urge to touch Mucha so that her voice would sound softer.

do not.

In public, one should still be more open-minded.

Han Qingshi took a deep breath secretly, tapped Mu Xia's forehead with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Yes, it sounds good."

Mu Xia's little heart thumped. When she looked up at Han Qing, she always felt that something was wrong with her words, but her expression was very calm.

After being quiet for a while, Mucha didn't think much, and said reservedly, "It's just so-so."

Han Qingshi laughed and asked her, "Is it cold?"

Mucha immediately shivered cooperatively, "Cold."

Han Qingshi bent her arms, and his voice was full of affection, "Then hold tight."

The two walked along the wide road for a long time.

From sporadic light snow, to the wet street covered with p layer of white.

"It's 09:30, come back?" Han Qing asked, she was afraid that Mu Xia would catch a cold if the cold wind blows for too long.

Mucha's feet were indeed a little cold, so he planned to say yes.

Thinking of Yan Yan's conversation with Liu Gong not long ago, he softened his heart and changed his mind - there is nothing he can do for Han Qingshi now, so let her simply be happy.

Mucha pulled off his hat and firmly refused, "I won't go back, let's go for a while."

Han Qing was displeased, "Let's go, put on your hat."

"Oh, it's not raining when it's snowing, just shake it before getting in the car."

"Dump?" Han Qing joked, "Have you ever seen someone who fell into the water..."

"If you dare to say that last word, I will turn against you, believe it or not!" Mu Xia threatened fiercely.

Han Qingshi tilted his head indifferently, and didn't say it directly, but Gogou was referred to by the dog's tail ring hanging around Mu Xia's neck, "You say 'dump', the only picture that appears in my mind."

"Han Qingshi!" Mu Xia frowned, scratching Han Qingshi's itch.

Han Qingshi couldn't hide, and laughed so hard at being tormented by her, how can he still have the majesty of a GN boss.

But on this quiet snowy night, who doesn't prefer someone to accompany you to make trouble, but to guard the cold office.

After walking for another half an hour, Mucha stopped, lowered his head, shook his hair, and saw snowflakes falling from his head.

Looking up again, Mu Xia's eyes were full of smiles, "Ah Shi, do I look like an old lady with white hair now?"

Han Qingshi said it wasn't like that.

Mucha tugged her arm down, threatening, "You can only say like."

Han Qingshi, "Like."

Mu Xia was happy, moved the hand that Han Qingshi had been holding all this time, facing her palm, turned it around half a circle, then interlaced five fingers, passed between her fingers, clasped it tightly, looked at the road ahead and said: "Han Qingshi Miss, this is what I will look like when I am old, you should recognize it first, lest you mistake other women for me and hold her hand to see the snow, then I will be so angry that I will scratch you on the spot."

When Han Qing heard Mu Xia's 'after getting old', a stream of light flickered in his eyes, "Just now you want to stay with me forever?"

Mu Xia raised his eyebrows with an arrogant expression, "Otherwise?"

When Han Qing received an affirmative answer, the corners of his lips curled up quickly, and his eyes were so soft that they dripped.

Mucha is confessing his love to her?

She counted her into her future life?

Realizing this, Han Qing held Mu Xia's hand tightly, and said in a deep but serious voice, "Okay, I will remember."

She has mistaken no one in her life, and she will not mistake the person in front of her who is willing to accompany her to grow old.

Mucha made a 'huh' sound and secretly laughed.

----

At ten o'clock in the evening, Mu Xia, who had finished washing, lay on Han Qingshi's bed and let himself go.

Impulsive, impulsive.

It's okay to say 'I don't want to go back to school at night'.

It's all right now, the orphans and widows are living together in Room P, and if they don't do anything, they will be sorry for her sweet words that have been brewing in the snow for so long.

But what to do?

There were footsteps approaching outside the door.

Mucha immediately closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

The person who came was Han Qingshi who had just taken a shower.

She forgot to bring her pajamas, and now she was only wrapped in a bath towel, barely covering the top and bottom.

When she opened the door, she was still thinking about what to say later so that Mucha would not feel embarrassed.

Seeing her falling asleep, Han Qing smiled helplessly.

She is a good girlfriend, not as attractive as a bed.

Han Qingshi walked in lightly, untied the bath towel and put it beside the bed, then bent over to get the pajamas on the stool at the end of the bed.

On the bed not far away, Mu Xia, who was pretending to sleep, could not hear the sound, and quietly opened a pair of eyes.

The sight is of a woman's snow-white carcass, with straight shoulders, slender waist and long legs. Even if she is bending over to wear pajamas, she can't see a trace of fat accumulating on her abdomen. The movement appears and disappears.

The just-right temperature in the quilt suddenly became hot and dry.

Mucha's breathing became heavier unconsciously, and he gradually gained a sense of presence in the silent bedroom.

When Han Qing caught the breath that didn't belong to him, the movement of putting on clothes faltered for a moment, his straight eyes moved without stopping, and he continued to get the shirt, then turned his back to Mucha, passed his hands through the cuffs, lifted , Stretch the collar and put it on the head.

The movement of raising her head pulled her body out into an extremely beautiful and soft curve.

Mucha stared at it for a moment, moving slowly from top to bottom.

When his eyes fell on the lower back, he shook violently.

Han Qingshi had two obvious depressions above the sacrum.

Mucha remembered that this was called the waist pit.

It also has a beautiful name called 'Dimple of Venus', another synonym for sexy, not everyone has it.

She didn't have one, but she was lucky enough to see such a beautiful couple with her own eyes.

Or the girlfriend who is only a stone's throw away from her.

"How is it? Can you catch my eyes?" Han Qingshi's low voice suddenly broke into Mu Xia's ears, causing her to widen her eyes suddenly.

After realizing what he had just done, he closed it tightly, pulled up the quilt, and hid inside.

When Han Qing watched her panicked movements, a smile quickly spread across his face.

She threw the bath towel to the corner of the stool at the end of the bed, walked slowly to the head of the bed and sat down, pulling down the quilt inch by inch.

Inside, Mu Xia was lying on the bed with his pillow in his arms, his exposed ears were dripping red.

"Not satisfied?" Han Qingshi asked knowingly.

Mucha lay still on his stomach, his voice buried in the pillow was muffled, "Satisfied."

"Oh, I thought you were dissatisfied." Han Qingshi's slender fingertips slid across Mu Xia's ear, causing a terrible tremor.

Mucha couldn't take it anymore, and covered her ears with both hands to hide from her.

Han Qingshi didn't pay much attention, his gaze swept across the treetops like the moonlight, quietly moving from Mu Xia's ears to the back of his neck.

The fingers quickly followed, moving slowly along the edge of Mucha's collar.

"P didn't ask you all this time, did you find the marks I left on you on your birthday?" Han Qing asked.

Mucha really can't listen to this kind of question anymore, she now feels like she is being roasted on the fire, everywhere is hot.

Han Qingshi didn't let her go, hooked her fingers down the back of her neck, leaned over, and pressed his soft lips against her crotch as if there was nothing, and said softly: "It seems that you don't remember, so I have to do it all over again. "

After finishing speaking, Mu Xia grabbed the pillow with his hands covering his ears, his body trembling like strings.

After a long time, Han Qing raised his head, leaned on Mu Xia's shoulder, and whispered to her, "What does it feel like to be awake?"

Mu Xia was sweating a lot, panting, and whispered, "I like it."

----

The days p slipped through the fingers every day, and the GN annual meeting will soon be here.

Afterwards, Mucha and the others will return to the congregation.

The annual meeting started at two o'clock in the afternoon, so I only attended until twelve noon that day.

Mucha asked for leave because he wanted to graduate, so he didn't go to GN. After lunch, he went directly from the school to the hotel where the annual meeting was held.

"Mumu, the countdown is 5 minutes, are you ready?" Le Qian stared nervously at the computer and said, "If I can't choose Teacher Fu, I'll die!"

Teacher Fu's subjects are simple, and her temper is notoriously good. Many people want to follow her, which makes today's final topic selection no less difficult than a tiger's mouth.

"Okay." Mu Xia rested his chin on his palm, with a pouty face.

For her graduation project, Chen Deping will help increase the number of places from the teacher's background after the topic selection is over, so she doesn't need to participate in this topic selection war without gunpowder. As for Leqian's teacher Fu... there is a campus network to guard the door, struggling is useless, p All results depend on destiny.

What she is worried about now is the annual meeting.

The annual meeting is over, and her internship is over, and then she will meet with Bi She's mentor and go home on vacation. It's only a matter of two weeks, but the winter vacation will take more than a month.

When she didn't see Han Qing for more than a month, she also wanted to die.

"Hmm~" Mucha hummed with his head pressed against the table.

Seeing this, Le Qian decisively picked up the duckling to massage and hammer the back of her head, "2 minutes! Hold on!"

Mucha was irritated, "Understood."

Several people sat upright, staring at the time under the notebook.

It's time, it's stuck.

Go in, and the selection is basically over.

How many people, "..." Has the course selection system really opened?

"Ahh! What if only Teacher Chen is left?" Le Qian burst into tears.

Mucha remained silent, clicked with the mouse, clicked with the computer, stood up and said, "I have chosen."

Le Qian froze, "Who did you choose?"

Mucha, "Teacher Chen."

As a result, she was ruthlessly kicked out of the dormitory by Le Qian.

Mu Xia leaned against the door, his heels against the wall, his expression sullen.

I don't want to go to the annual meeting.

Don't want to take a vacation.

do not wanna go Home.

bother.

"Ding!" The WeChat reminder sounded.

Mucha took out his phone to look at it.

Zhang Chi asked where she was.

Mucha: [Getting ready to go out. 】

Zhang Chi: [Okay, brother Zheng is afraid that it will be embarrassing for you to go alone, which means that we will meet at GN and go together. 】

Mucha: [Okay, I'm going to take the subway now, and I'll probably arrive just in time for you to get off work. 】

Zhang Chi: [That's it, see you later. 】

Mucha: 【Okay. 】

After agreeing with Zhang Chi, Mucha turned his head to look at the closed door of the dormitory.

No knocking, just went downstairs.

At two o'clock, the annual meeting officially began.

Mucha and Yan Yan sat at table p, which was relatively far behind.

She didn't have much interest in paying attention to the process on stage, and only quietly straightened her waist when Han Qing went up to speak.

The official speech was not boring at all when it came out of her mouth, it sounded like singing.

It's just too short, only ten minutes.

"Thank you Mr. Han. Next, Mr. Zheng Dong of the South China Branch will draw the pth prize for everyone." Hearing that the host continued to push forward the process, Mu Xia's waist collapsed, and he was no longer motivated.

Strictly waited for the people next to him to snatch red envelopes in the group and get popular. He didn't have time to greet them at all, so Mucha simply took out his phone and checked Weibo.

Suddenly, the phone that was set to vibrate buzzed.

Mucha quit Weibo.

Hey, Han Qingshi's WeChat: [Don't drink. 】

Joy rushed straight to the forehead.

Mucha sat up and secretly looked at the main table.

Han Qingshi was chatting with the leaders of the p group, looking very serious.

Mu Xia made up the picture of her imagining the future of GN while sending herself a WeChat message, and burst out laughing.

Pretentious.

Mucha sat back and leaned back on the back of her chair: [It's not good if you don't drink, our fate with GN is here. After today, we will all go our separate ways. How can we be worthy of the hard work during this period if we are not drunk? 】

Han Qingshi: [So, can't I refuse this drink? 】

Mucha: [Yes, not only to drink, but also to drink more. 】

Han Qingshi: [Okay. 】

Mucha, "???" What does it mean?

Mucha: [Irony? 】

Han Qingshi: [Normal tone. 】

Mucha: [I scored 130 in Chinese in the college entrance examination, and my grades should be okay, but I didn't understand what you mean? 】

Han Qingshi: [Want to know? 】

Mucha: [Look at my sincere eyes.jpg]

Mu Xia flung it with a staring expression, Han Qingshi didn't reply for a long time.

Mucha waited impatiently, lying sideways on the back of the chair, watching her from a long distance.

It seemed that an important client came from afar, and Han Qingshi was chatting with him.

The person who came was a man, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, gentle and gentle, he looked quite handsome, but the gesture of holding someone else's girlfriend's hand was a bit out of order.

Mucha curled her lips, squeezed out her teeth in disgust, "Hey!"

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