How did 142 come to be the front desk

In that box, it was the erotic lingerie that Qiao Shu gave her! At that time, I felt that I couldn't use it, and I was afraid of being seen. He sealed it with duct tape and threw it at the bottom of the cabinet and hid it. When I left, I didn't think about this stubble at all, so I leaked this box!

Chu Qing's face quickly turned red, and then turned from red to miserable white. She was embarrassed and a little overwhelmed. Erotic underwear, if he sees it, her face will be lost!

Is Qiao Shu her nemesis?

Why do you have to make some oolongs for her every time!

"I—I remember, it's my ......"

Han Che trembled a little when he heard her voice, and glanced at her, her eyes were chuckling, but her expression was very stiff, as if she was very weak, and she was a little flustered. He couldn't help but think deeply. He really hadn't opened the box yet. Looking at her expression, is it something unsightly?

All of a sudden, he had the chips.

He withdrew his hand from the lantern, and without bothering to say anything more to her, he turned and entered.

Chu Qing saw that he was leaving, and he didn't care about saying more to Fu Qingyu, so he hurriedly dropped a sentence: "I have something, we will meet again next time." He hurriedly chased after Han Che.

She didn't dare to act too flustered, and when she entered the door and saw his back, she immediately followed him very calmly, and her voice was trying to please him: "Mr. Han, I'm ...... Do you plan to let me take it myself, or do you take it out for me? ā€

Take it yourself?

That's a good idea.

Han Che remained silent and quickened his pace. There was a sneer in his eyes: "Chu Qing, have you forgotten what you have done?" ā€

Chu Qing's heart tightened, and he finally settled accounts with her. He kept remembering, too, how could he forget?

Her heart sank and sank, and she scolded Qiao Shu in her heart.

She said she wouldn't buy it, and the dead woman was going to buy her one. If nothing else is fine, let Han Che deal with it. But this kind of thing, when he sees it, does she still have a face?

The situation is stronger than people, and she had to bow her head: "I'm sorry...... I ......" and then I opened my mouth, only to realize that I had nothing to say. Not knowing what to say to explain her sins, she hesitated for a while, and finally only came together into one sentence: "I'm really sorry ......"

I'm sorry?

Han Che only felt that these three words were so harsh. But he couldn't help but want to look back at her face.

He said calmly, "Take it yourself." ā€

Chu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and was willing to return it to her. Her voice became more flattering: "When are you free?" ā€

Han Che didn't answer, went downstairs, and walked towards the door. She hurriedly followed, but he didn't speak, and she didn't dare to say anything more.

Han Che walked straight to the parking lot and opened the door. Seeing that he was about to drive away, Chu Qing hesitated, opened the door of the passenger seat, and got in. She didn't know if she would be able to find him if she let him go now. Therefore, she could only follow him with a shy face.

The car started. She asked softly, "Will you go back and get it now?" ā€

"Go back to the company."

"Ah...... Back to the company? ā€

Han Che glanced at her and said mockingly: "I don't have so much time to accompany you, so I don't want to go to the company and get off." ā€

"Go, I'll go." Chu Qing can understand his feelings very well, and although he is embarrassed, he still follows him with sarcasm.

Han Che didn't speak again, and she didn't dare to say anything. The car was quiet.

The car drove for a while, and Han Che's mobile phone suddenly rang. The familiar music shook Chu Qing. It seemed like the song she had sung when she used to party with them.

His expression was a little unnatural when she looked at him. He held the steering wheel with one hand, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket with his free hand: "I'm back to the company." ā€

Han Qing lowered her voice to avoid being heard by Zhong Qi, and asked in a suppressed voice, "You brought a woman to me, and now you're leaving?" Whatever? ā€

Han Che quietly turned up the volume, and said lightly: "I don't know her well, it's her who wants to go to the company to see the stars, she herself wants to find you for tea, if it weren't for her grandfather's face, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to her." I have something to do now, I don't have time to talk to her, and I told her to get out of the way after drinking tea. ā€

Han Qing was speechless: "Han Che, you're too ungraceful, aren't you?" Since you've brought someone here, you should send her back. Even if you have something, you should say hello to her and ......"

Han Che didn't want to say more, so he interrupted her: "That's it, I'm hanging." ā€

Chu Qing sat next to him, and she heard the conversation between the two clearly. She was a little surprised, it turned out that the woman was not his girlfriend?

After returning to the company, Han Che went to the office. Chu Qing didn't dare to follow, so he waited at the front desk. Wait until the end of the day. When the producer saw her, he smiled and quipped: "Qingqing, why did you come to the front desk?" ā€

Chu Qing smiled dryly.

Seeing everyone leave work one after another, she was really a little worried that Han Che would let her wait until midnight again.

But luckily, he quickly went downstairs.

She hurriedly followed and asked softly, "Are you going back now?" ā€

Han Che looked sideways at her, her hands folded, and she walked beside him with a flattering expression. It's like a little daughter-in-law waiting for her husband to come home. He looked at her face, the face he had hated. The hatred in my heart suddenly turned into tenderness. Even if she had humiliated him so much, when she stood in front of him, his heart was only palpitating and expecting.

"I ...... I'll treat you to dinner. ā€

Chu Qing's face was hot because he was staring at him, and because he wanted to atone for his sins, he came up with such a sentence.

"Okay." Han Che immediately agreed.

The two got into the car, and it was the rush hour of the traffic jam.

Looking at the long queue of traffic, I didn't move two meters for half an hour. For the first time in his life, Han Che felt that the traffic jam was not so difficult.

His gaze couldn't help but look at Chu Qing who was sitting next to him, and he looked at her eyebrows. For a moment, the love in his heart surged like a tsunami, and he suddenly saw his heart very clearly. - He loves this woman, and he wants to get this woman!

He turned on the car music.

He never liked to listen to music.

However, I don't know when he liked it. It seems that these lyrics and songs happen to be a true portrayal of all his emotions, and they can vent all the depressed emotions in his heart.

Chu Qing opened the car window, and the wind blew in.

"Where do you want to eat?" Despite his cover-up, she was aware of his wistful gaze. The ambiguous lyrics, the touching tune, flowing between the two in the quiet carriage, such an atmosphere made her feel embarrassed. She cautiously found a topic.

"Go home and eat."

Han Che looked at her gaze and suddenly became gentle.

Chu Qing looked away, not daring to look at him. My heart shook silently. Hasn't he let her go, she thought?

Shouldn't she be in front of him?

But what was even stranger about her was his words: "Go home and eat? ā€

Han Che said, "You cook." (To be continued.) )