"Sir, all of them are delicious, I can't pick them..."She turned her head and looked at Guan Mufeng pleadingly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Her red lips pursed slightly, like a crystal seductive jelly, Guan Mufeng's eyes were slightly dark, suppressed a certain desire that suddenly rose, and took a glass of watermelon juice, a preserved fruit, a bag of chocolate and a bag of potato chips from the cabinet.

"Eat slowly here. Guan Mufeng put the things on the sofa table and said warmly, "It's not enough to take it again." ”

"Enough is enough, I'm not a pig. Qiao Yingying hurriedly said, blushing a little.

"It's really not a pig, how can there be a pig as thin as you, and it's like a monkey. Guan Mufeng glanced at her slender little body, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Qiao Yingying looked at herself with wide eyes, and then raised her thin arm to look at it, as if she was a little thin. No, she has to make up for her body, what if she gets sick?

But she was a little unwilling to be ridiculed, looked at Guan Mufeng, touched her chin and looked him from top to bottom, and found that his figure was really well-proportioned and impeccable, so she couldn't help but use her brain. Suddenly, she grinned, shook her head at Guan Mufeng, and said, "Mr. is neither fat nor thin, not like a pig or a monkey." The barn of grain at home is full, and it is cheap for a little skinny monkey!"

Speaking of the last sentence, she naughtily spit out her pink tongue at Guan Mufeng and grimaced.

Her innocent appearance was reflected in Guan Mufeng's eyes, he hooked the corners of his mouth, and the smile flowing under his eyes contained a trace of indistinguishable deep meaning.

"Naughty. He smiled and raised his hand to flick it lightly on Qiao Yingying's head, seeing that she was covering her head, she was still laughing heartlessly, shook her head and said, "You rest here, I'm going to work." ”

Qiao Yingying immediately sat down on the sofa obediently, watched his tall back walk to the desk and started working, before picking up the watermelon juice and taking a sip of it, picking up various snacks and eating.

In the huge office, in addition to the usual keyboard tapping sound, there is also a creaking sound, like the sound of a mouse eating. Guan Mufeng didn't seem to be affected, his expression was still focused, but the corners of his lips unconsciously had a pleasant arc.

Qiao Yingying was eating while looking around the office. Sweeping the inscriptions and various paintings on the wall, and the various trophies on the display shelves, her eyes finally fixed on Guan Mufeng's body, and she was fascinated by this look.

Mr. is so serious when he works.

Mr. looks so good in a suit.

The sound of the gentleman tapping on the keyboard is so nice.

The gentleman's sitting posture is so upright.

What a beautiful hand you have.

She grabbed the snacks on the table and stuffed them into her mouth, admiring in her heart. Guan Mufeng, who had been stared at by her for a long time, was finally a little impetuous, and turned his head to look at her.

His eyes are deep and bright, as charming as the starry sky and the sea. Hey, something doesn't seem right?

Qiao Yingying, who hadn't come back to her senses, stretched out her hand slightly off the direction, Guan Mufeng watched her put her hand into the juice cup, and then the hand stained with red watermelon juice returned to the front again, and it was about to be stuffed into her mouth in the next second.

His lips moved, trying to make a reminder, but he held back, pursed his lips and continued to look at her with a smile.

Mr. laughs so beautifully! Qiao Yingying thought to herself, but she suddenly felt a chill on her legs and arms, and when she looked at it, she sighed.

"Hehe" Guan Mufeng's low laughter made Qiao Yingying forget to react for a while, and raised her head to look at him blankly.

It took him a long time to put away his smile, turn off the computer screen, get up and walk over.

"It's the first time I've seen someone drink juice with their hands. Guan Mufeng took a few tissues, grabbed her hand, and said with a smile while wiping it for her.

Qiao Yingying's face was red, the temperature of his palm came from his hand, and his little heart was pounding.

"Wipe off your clothes. Guan Mufeng handed her the paper.

"Oh" she hurriedly took it, wiping the wet stains from her pants, but luckily she was wearing dark blue pants today, which was not very noticeable.

As she wiped, she suddenly yawned, and tears bloomed in her eyes.

"Sleepy?" Guan Mufeng's voice carried a meaningful smile.

Qiao Yingying immediately understood, and hurriedly defended: "It's that I didn't sleep well last night, no... It's not that you get sleepy after eating. ”

Guan Mufeng bent the corners of his mouth, stood up and said, "Follow me." ”