"One day you'll agree. Quan Zichen's big hand wandered around her waist and slowly slid into her upper body.

Mu Qingqing's whole body was soft, and she muttered shallowly: "You ....../Take your hands away...... Here is the hotel....../"

"Don't worry, there's no one on this floor, I've cleared them all. “

Mu Qingqing didn't want to be here all the time, and all this that Quan Zichen did surprised her, and it also made her even more at a loss.

Mu Qingqing lowered his head, twisted the clothes in his hand, and said in a flat tone: "I...... I went to sleep. ”

Mu Qingqing was afraid that Quan Zichen would be entangled again, so he pushed his hand away and prepared to go back to the room.

Quan Zichen hurriedly blocked the door with his hand and followed in.

This night, Quan Zichen accompanied Mu Qingqing to sleep in the hotel.

Although there was only one bed, Quan Zichen slept peacefully with Mu Qingqing in his arms.

When she slept until midnight, Mu Qingqing's stomach hurt a little. Although the air conditioner was on, a layer of sweat oozed from her forehead.

There were also beads of sweat in her palms, and she shook Quan Zichen: "Brother...... I can't sleep and have some stomach pain/. ”

It was late at night and it was silent and quiet outside the hotel, only the sound of the air conditioner could be heard.

She didn't know what time it was, but she felt like she had slept for a long time.

Quan Zichen heard her call him, woke up, / touched her belly: "Then I'll buy you medicine." ”

"No need, I have medicine in my bag......" Mu Qingqing's voice was very soft.

Quan Zichen didn't sleep anymore and hugged her: "Hmm." ”

Quan Zichen immediately got up and went to get medicine for Mu Qingqing.

When Mu Qingqing was drinking the medicine, Quan Zichen followed the faint light outside the window and saw the beads of sweat on Mu Qingqing's forehead.

There was a slight heartache in her heart, and she was distressed.

The two tossed for a while, then lay down on the bed together.

Quan Zichen hugged her from behind Mu Qingqing and said in Mu Qingqing's ear: "Are you still asleep, why don't we talk." “

Mu Qingqing just moved and didn't speak.

"Still angry?" Quan Zichen said softly in Mu Qingqing's ear.

After a long time, Mu Qingqing broke free from Quan Zichen's embrace.

"Shouldn't you apologize to me, for the noon of the day. Mu Qingqing was still a little worried.

What did he say, even "It's no wonder, when I was young, I knew how to crawl into a man's bed......

"I'm sorry. He apologized.

"In your heart, I was not particularly shameless when I was a child. Mu Qingqing buried his head in his arms, a little sad, "Of course in your heart, and now." ”

"No, it's me who is shameless. Quan Zichen heard the choking in her voice, afraid that she would cry, and hurriedly coaxed her.

Mu Qingqing laughed and poked his chest: "Then tell me, where are you shameless?"

"I don't have a face anywhere, like ......" After speaking, Quan Zichen pinched her through her clothes.

Mu Qingqing was shy and pushed his hand away: "Hooligans." ”

"I'm your husband. ”

"Shameless, you're not my husband......"

"Well, I'll admit it. ”

……

In the dark, the two kept talking, and Quan Zichen gently coaxed her.

Lying in the crook of Quan Zichen's arm, slowly, her stomach is much better, and it doesn't hurt so much.

Later, it was almost him talking, she was listening.

Listen, sleepiness hit, and she slept in his arms and closed her eyes.

After a night of peace and indifference, no matter how much resentment Mu Qingqing had in his heart, it was gone.

In my sleep, there were 9,999 roses, fiery red and brilliant, with bursts of fragrant fragrance. And he proposed to her, well, although it was very informal, and she forced it, but she was also very happy in her heart.

When she slept, the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

Sweet dreams are like sweet sweets.

She also doesn't know if he will formally propose to her again in the future......

Just like every girl has a beautiful dream in her heart, she is no exception......

When I went to work the next day, Quan Zichen was already gone.

If she hadn't found the note he had left on the table, she would have thought it was a dream again.

The note was pressed with a rose and had only two words on it: Good morning.

She picked up the note, printed a kiss on it, and then kept smirking silly.

Well, she forgave him like that, she's pretty unproductive.

Others say that women have a big temper and women are sensitive, but she found that Quan Zichen is obviously more tempered than her and more sensitive than her.

Luckily, when I went to work today, there were no roses on the table.

But she remembered the bouquet of roses she had left in the card yesterday, and she would see her at eight o'clock in the evening.

The card was thrown away by her, and she didn't dare to let Quan Zichen know.

Who gave her roses? Perhaps, tonight?

She tapped her fingers on the table, stopped thinking about it, and got to work.

A few colleagues teased her: "Xiao Mu, didn't my husband send roses today?"

Mu Qingqing just smiled, hum, can you say that her husband gave her nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses last night?

Everyone buried their heads in and started working, but there was an uneasiness beating in Mu Qingqing's heart.

At first, she tried to suppress the uneasiness, but it would pop up from time to time.

Her eyelids kept jumping, and she couldn't tell why.

Who was the one who gave her roses, and what did he want to do?

When she got off work in the evening, she found an excuse to go to dinner with Lulu and didn't get into Quan Zichen's car.

Quan Zichen didn't care too much because he was still in a meeting in the group.

Recently, Quan Zichen has been busy with an international trade fair, an exhibition held by many groups at home and abroad.

And the necklace he asked Mu Qingqing to design was to be the focus of the exhibition.

He gave her such an important project, he really wanted to train her.

He also knew that Mu Qingqing liked design very much, and he was happy to help her achieve a dream together.

It's just that Mu Qingqing is inexperienced, and he needs his help in many places.

It's just that the little woman doesn't appreciate it very much.

Even if she doesn't appreciate it, who made him her husband.

In the evening, Quan Zichen has been discussing the matter of this exhibition with several supervisors.

After Mu Qingqing called, he didn't pay much attention to it, so he let her go.

Mu Qingqing was carrying a bag and had been walking outside......

When I walked to a teahouse, I ordered a cup of tea and drank it alone.

Her heart was very worried, and as the night began to fall, she became more and more uneasy.

There were more and more people in the teahouse, and she glanced at her phone, and it was already past seven o'clock.

Is that person going to show up? Or rather, it's just a joke someone is playing on her.