After getting off work, Guan Mufeng looked at the time, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed a number. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The first time, no one answered.

He looked like he was doing the same, and he dialed it again ten minutes later.

This time, the call was connected.

"Miss Sun, hello. Guan Mufeng spoke first.

"Mr. Guan, I didn't expect you to call me, is there anything wrong?"

Sun Mo's tone was unexpected, but there was a smile on his face. Last time in the car, she "accidentally" dropped a business card, and it seems that he has always kept it.

Guan Mufeng hooked the corners of his lips: "I want to invite Miss Sun out for a meal, I don't know when Miss Sun will have time?"

Instead of asking her if she has time, just ask her when she will have time. This man is really... Some arrogance.

Sun Mo held the phone, and a hint of fun flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Guan personally invited me, no matter how busy I am, I can't refuse, so let's do it this Sunday. She smiled.

"Okay, I'll pick you up at your house then. ”

After hanging up the phone, Guan Mufeng continued to work, his face was still flat, as if nothing had happened just now.

Michelle stood outside the door, looking depressed and her eyes slightly red.

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Today is the deadline for Qiao Yingying to submit her report.

After dinner, she slowly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, hoping that Guan Mufeng had forgotten about it.

But the reality is always cruel.

"Where's the report?, is it written?" Before going upstairs, Guan Mufeng suddenly turned his head and looked at her and asked.

Qiao Yingying immediately panicked, hesitant, her eyes fluttering: "Still... It's not close. ”

Guan Mufeng narrowed his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall.

"Hand it in by twelve. ”

“… Oh" Qiao Yingying agreed obediently, watching his back disappear around the corner, her little face immediately bitter, and she quickly got the matter at hand and ran into the room.

Guan Mufeng took a bath, read the book in the study, practiced calligraphy, stomped on the steps, and stood on the balcony for a while, but Qiao Yingying hadn't come to knock on the door yet.

Looking at the time, it was already more than twelve o'clock. His face sank.

It's getting bolder.

He frowned displeasedly, came to Qiao Yingying's room, raised his hand and knocked.

No response.

He knocked again.

Still no response.

His brows furrowed even tighter, and he pushed the door directly in, and saw a figure lying on his stomach in front of the table, sleeping soundly.

He strode over, his eyes sweeping over the sleeping little face, and a smile suddenly welled up in his eyes.

The black marks on the left and right sides of the originally white and delicate cheeks, especially the two under the nose, are like a mustache. Under her head were several pieces of white paper, on which were full of delicate and elegant handwriting.

Gently lifting her head, Guan Mufeng took out a few pieces of paper and browsed them very quickly.

He noticed a few thick books spread out on the table, picked them up and flipped through them, there were obvious marks in them, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

Not... It's not too stupid.

Looking at her sleeping red face, a few black marks were particularly obvious, he couldn't help but sigh and reached out to pat her shoulder.

The little face in front of him suddenly pursed his mouth, looking unhappy to be disturbed.

He couldn't help but laugh and patted it a few more times.

Qiao Yingying suddenly frowned, showing an aggrieved look, and flattened her mouth, looking like she was about to cry.

Guan Mufeng was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared in his eyes, and he lowered his head and approached her ear.

"Qiao Yingying, wake up. His deep voice poured into Qiao Yingying's ears, and the familiar tone stimulated her sensitive nerves, and she woke up immediately.