said don't mess with me

Valentine's Day before school starts.

Ever since Mu Xia noticed this day, he has been thinking about what to order to send Han Qing.

For this reason, she had a headache for a long time.

Expensive or cheap will not work, Han Qingshi really seems to have everything.

"Wash yourself clean and put it on her lips, isn't it the best gift?" Wei Zhen suggested.

Le Qian resolutely denied it, telling Mu Xia to be reserved, "If you eat too much, you will get tired soon, and a relationship with a certain amount of relaxation will last longer."

Wei Zhen sighed, "Are all the little girls these days thinking so hard?"

Le Qian didn't look innocent, "It's because men are becoming more and more difficult to manage now."

"Her one is a woman."

"Then you can actually try to wash yourself for nothing."

"..."

Mucha was speechless.

It's only been a few days since she came to the B&B, and her intimate best friend was taken into the ditch.

"Sister Wei Zhen, Ah Shi likes spicy food, why don't you teach me how to make oily and spicy chocolate?" Mucha asked eagerly.

Wei Zhen felt that she was trying to smash her own brand, so she ruthlessly refused, "Dark cooking can't be taught."

Mucha cried, "Sister Wei Zhen, please."

Wei Zhen, "I don't teach."

"Oh, if you don't teach me, I'll tell Ah Shi that you bullied me."

"..."

In the next few days, the employees of the homestay could hear the hysterical roar of the boss floating in the back kitchen every day, and the girl retorted angrily, "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

Fast forward to November 2th.

Mu Xia and Han Qing got up on time as usual, ate, kissed inseparably at the door of the house, and then left in two different directions.

There seems to be nothing unusual.

Just as soon as he got in the car, Mucha immediately urged the driver to speed up.

When she arrived at the hotel, she dropped her bag casually, ran to the back kitchen in a hurry and never came out again.

After a whole day, I barely picked out a relatively perfect box from countless defective products.

Seeing Mu Xia tie the ribbon and carefully put the chocolates into the gift bag, Wei Zhen finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a numb expression that seemed to be hollowed out: "If I continue to toss with you, I will die. "

When Mu Xia's mind was full of chocolate and Han Qing, when she heard Wei Zhen complaining, she said without any guilt, "Thank you sister Wei Zhen."

Wei Zhen waved her hand lazily, telling her to leave quickly.

When the kitchen was vacuumed, Wei Zhen's heart, which had been tortured by Mucha to be irritable and explosive, was also emptied.

February 2 is not only a day when lovers can show their love openly, but also He Yu's wedding anniversary.

She said that she was going to have dinner with that man today and come to her later.

What are you doing with her?

"Heh." Wei Zhen laughed mockingly, and didn't say the word that made people feel the spine-doing ai.

She just took out her phone from her pocket and sent Han Qingshi a wechat message: [Someone has prepared a Valentine's Day surprise with chili oil flavor for you, don't work overtime at night. 】

Then, he left this sweet and greasy place without looking back.

When Han Qingshi received Wei Zhen's WeChat message, he was ready to go home with flowers and gifts.

This is their first Valentine's Day together, and she will never miss it anyway, and she doesn't need anyone to remind her.

But unfortunately, not long after she left the garage, she received a call from her brother Han Mingzhe, saying that Yang Yan was tidying up the study in the afternoon and accidentally found a box of her parents' belongings, most of which were related to Han Qingshi, so Han Mingzhe asked her to go and have a look. She decides what to do with the stuff.

Han Qingshi hesitated for a while, and after confirming that there was plenty of time, he changed his driving direction.

Arrived in about 10 minutes.

Yang Yan took Han Qingshi directly to the study.

It's been a long time since I came out again.

Han Qingshi still looked calm and breezy on the surface, but upon closer inspection, it was not difficult to find the bloodshot eyes.

To her parents, she has a dull impression, but her feelings are always sincere.

"Sister-in-law, I took these things away, thank you." Han Qingshi said to Yang Yan.

Yang Yan smiled, and he couldn't hide the pity he felt as a mother, "I'm here, let's go after eating at home, when will you be ordering takeaway when you go back."

Han Qingshi declined, "No, someone at home is waiting."

"Is someone waiting?" Yang Yan thought of something and looked at Han Mingzhe in surprise, who shook his head silently.

Yang Yan hurriedly calmed down, and tentatively asked: "Qingshi, are you in love?"

Han Qing smiled, his eyes crushed affectionately, "Well, let's talk."

"But don't you like women?" Yang Yan blurted out, and received Han Mingzhe's displeased gaze after he finished speaking, and he hurried over to explain, "Your sister-in-law has no other intentions, but the news is too sudden, she was not prepared, you Don't take it to heart."

Han Qingshi looked down at the relics in the box, his heart stilled, "It's okay, I'll go first."

"Okay." Han Mingzhe nudged his wife's waist, motioned her to take it off, and apologized by the way.

Yang Yan understood and followed quickly.

When he came back soon, Han Mingzhe's face was still very ugly, "Qingshi was afraid that we would worry about her life-long affairs, so she told us clearly that she likes women and has someone in her heart. How uncomfortable should she be when you just said that? We She is her only remaining family member, if even we don't understand her, what will she do by herself?"

Yang Yan regretted it unceasingly, "Qing Shi said that he told us these things happened four or five years ago, and there has been no movement in the past few years. I almost forgot about it. Find time some other day, and we will treat them to a meal. , express your opinion."

Han Mingzhe sighed and nodded, "Don't worry, wait for Qingshi to speak up, and we chase her hard, she may not be happy."

Yang Yan, "Alright, oh, Yanyan, are you finished writing your thesis?"

Yang Yan saw Han Shuyan standing next to the stairs, walked over to her with a smile on his face and asked her, "Are you tired? Do you want a bowl of bird's nest?"

Han Shuyan's eyes diverged, and his mind was full of the conversation they had just had.

Her aunt turned out to be gay too.

No, no, she would have that relationship with Mucha, not because of liking at all.

But her aunt... What kind of woman would a person like her like?

According to the standard of 'the right family, evenly matched', Han Shuyan pieced together the appearance of that person in his mind.

Just like another Han Qingshi - capable and steady, unsmiling, even a little ruthless.

So, when she saw Han Qing one day and was pressed against the wall by Mu Xia to teach her a lesson, instead of being cold-faced or angry, she obediently said 'I got it', and when she took the opportunity to ask her for a kiss, nothing but disbelief was in her mind. absurd.

Mu Xia, He De and He Neng turned Han Qingshi into another person - tenderness like water, love as deep as the sea.

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When Han Qing came home, Mu Xia had already arrived one step ahead of her.

He was standing in front of the refrigerator, not knowing what he was doing.

Han Qingshi walked over lightly, intending to surprise Mu Xia, but unexpectedly, covering her eyes with her hand, she was so frightened that she stuffed her head into the refrigerator.

If it weren't for Han Qingshi's quick reaction, even if he held the refrigerator door, Mu Xia could really put his head in the refrigerator by himself.

"What were you thinking just now? You don't want your neck anymore?!" Han Qing asked with lingering fear in his tone.

When Mu Xia saw Han Qing, she got angry, hooked her belt with her fingers flatteringly, and pulled it towards her, with a very cute expression, "I'm wrong, don't be angry, it's not pretty when you are angry."

Han Qingshi was amused by Mu Xia's deliberately sweet tone, leaned over and kissed her neck for a while, leaned on her shoulder, and said, "Xia Xia, Happy Valentine's Day." His voice softened, showing tenderness.

Mu Xia's ears felt hot when he heard it, and he quietly stood on tiptoe and raised his shoulders so that Han Qing could lean on him comfortably.

"I saw you walking so calmly in the morning, I thought you were too busy to forget." Mucha said.

Han Qing smiled lightly, "It's the first time, how could I forget it."

Mucha was happy to hear that, "Is there a gift?"

Han Qing raised his chin slightly, and pressed his lips against Mu Xia's neck again, "Yes."

Mucha raised his head, with the back of his head against the refrigerator, trembling with the wet kiss on his neck, "I have it too."

Before the trouble got out of hand, Han Qing left Mu Xia, wiped the water stains from the corner of her mouth for her, interlocked her fingers, and walked to the living room.

Seeing the flowers on the table, Mucha looked up at Han Qingshi in surprise.

She also just lowered her head, and when her eyes met, Mucha's heart seemed to be melted, "Ah Shi, you look at me differently today."

Han Qing smiled, "Why is it different?"

"Hmm..." Mu Xia thought for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Han Qingshi's collar and pulled her to him. At the same time, he raised his head and leaned forward to meet her eyes. When he saw himself clearly in her eyes, he was excited. Say, "Like this, when you look over, your eyes are full of me."

"Not before?" Han Qing asked back.

Mucha, "Yes, but today I am more focused."

Han Qingshi was overjoyed by Mucha's serious analysis.

In fact, she didn't hide so much thought in her eyes, just because she saw the relics of her parents today, which mentioned her future-they didn't have any demands on her career, and the only hope was that she could find something in the long journey of life. A bosom friend gave her the joy of half a lifetime, and now she happened to have something to say,

Therefore, the Mucha who made her confess is especially precious.

Mu Xia listened to what Han Qing said, put his hands together, bowed to the small cardboard box on the table, and said seriously: "Uncle and aunt, don't worry, every time Ah Shi goes to the amusement park to ride the roller coaster, I will definitely hold him Hold her hand and sit with her."

Her promise was as simple as one point.

That point was the only time Han Qingshi felt resentment towards his parents because he was too scared.

After paying homage to his parents, Mucha praised himself from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, and finally got back to the topic, "In short, I am a very reliable person, you can rest assured to give her to me! Ah! What are you doing? Hit me on the head!" Mucha covered the back of his head in dissatisfaction and glared at the culprit, Han Qingshi.

Listening to her, Han Qing laughed so hard that tears welled up in his eyes, he couldn't help it, "Wang Po doesn't boast so much when she sells melons, don't you touch your conscience when you speak?"

Mu Xia spoke uprightly, "I touched it, and it jumped very steadily."

Han Qingshi was defeated by Mu Xia, no longer struggled, only when her eyes started to drift towards the bouquet, he picked it up, brought it to her, and said, "Xia Xia, Happy Valentine's Day."

It was the first time that Mu Xia received such a large bouquet of roses. He took it with both hands and hugged it in his arms. His face was flushed. He didn't know if it was the color reflected by the flowers or the color of love.

"Thank you Ah Shi!" Mucha was ecstatic.

Han Qingshi leaned against the table, his heart and eyes were full of Mu Xia's radiant expression.

"No thanks." Han Qingshi said.

Mucha hugged the flower, smiling from ear to ear.

Touching the ribbon below, Mu Xia gave a quick 'ah', moved the flower aside, held Han Qingshi's wrist with her free hand, pulled her to the refrigerator and said, "Open it and have a look."

Han Qingshi had a smile on his lips, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "I almost shut myself in just now, are you actually hiding something?"

"Oh, don't care about the process of failure, the result is more important, open it quickly."

Han Qingshi followed suit with a smile.

The eyes are warm yellow light, surrounded by pink bows, tightly wrapping hearts.

"Chili oil?" Han Qing asked with a smile.

Mucha was surprised, "How do you know?" After asking the question twice, he said loudly, "I think eating spicy food all the time is bad for your stomach, Ah Shi, you have to change this bad habit in the future, um, just start from this box. Let's start with sweet chocolate."

Mucha deliberately put the word 'sweet' very seriously, one is to emphasize, and the other is that the taste of chili oil-flavored chocolate is really abnormal, and she will be scared for a lifetime if she tastes it.

"Can I taste it now?" Han Qing asked.

Mucha couldn't wait, "Yeah!"

Han Qingshi washed his hands, opened the box of chocolates, and squeezed out one.

She didn't bring it to her mouth, but stuck it to Mu Xia's lips, jokingly said: "I still don't feel at ease, why don't you try it for me first?"

Mu Xia's painstaking efforts over the past few days were suspected, and his cheeks puffed up in anger. He bit down on it, and bit Han Qingshi's fingers into it.

When Han Qing was in pain, he hissed and didn't move.

But Mucha regretted it, fearing that she would hurt, so he hurriedly stuck out his tongue and licked her fingertips lightly.

With an inadvertent movement, the two froze at the same time.

Mucha couldn't stand Han Qing's staring at her more intensely. In panic, she forgot to open her mouth to let her go, but wrapped it in chocolate and sucked it together.

Almost at the same time, she felt Han Qingshi's fingertips trembling slightly.

It's too late when I want to let it go.

The side face was held up by Han Qingshi's hands, and his mouth was firmly held firmly.

In the fatal attraction and entanglement, Han Qingshi believed in Mu Xia's sweetness, and also believed in her sweetness.

By the bathtub in the middle of the night, the dense water vapor left layers of fine water droplets on the chocolate.

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