2008 Funny?

"Hey," Anne wants to say, "Shouldn't you sit in the back seat as a big president?"

Thinking about the space in the back seat, he swallowed the words that came to his mouth and swallowed them back into his stomach.

Forget it, Alto's back seat space is too exquisite, and it is suitable for children like An An to sit.

Looking at Mu Xingfeng's face again, Anne looked at her watch quietly, she didn't seem to be late.

"Mr. Mu is early," no matter what, it will not be wrong to say hello.

And the answer to her was a "knock".

I saw Mu Xingfeng's head hit the car door.

"Poofโ€”"

Anne laughed unkindly.

Mu Xingfeng is usually used to sitting in luxury cars, and I am afraid that he has never sat in a small car like Alto in his life, plus his height of more than one meter eight, it is strange not to hit the car door.

Mu Xingfeng didn't expect that he would crash into the car door, he had never happened so embarrassingly in his life, and when he heard the voice of the little woman laughing, his face was even worse, "It's funny?" โ€

Anne nodded subconsciously, then quickly shook her head, put away the expression on her face, and said with a worried face, "It's not funny, it's not funny, Mr. Mu, does it hurt?" โ€

Mu Xingfeng looked at the little woman who changed her face faster than turning a book, snorted coldly and did not reply, and lowered her head to the shunting seat.

The car was really too small, and it was really uncomfortable for him to sit in it.

Anne looked at Mu Xingfeng's high-end custom suit that was worth more than her car, and sighed, "Mr. Mu, I don't understand, do you Mu really don't have a car?" Why condescend to sit on my little Alto? โ€

"No matter how much Muser's car is, it is also Muhammad's car, and it is your obligation to take me to and from work, do you want to convert this week's obligations into RMB?" Mu Xingfeng adjusted the saddle and replied lightly.

"No, I crashed Mr. Mu's car, and I should have taken Mr. Mu to and from work during the car repair, which is my obligation," Anne said with great righteousness.

Joke, the money for car repairs is enough, how much does the president of M Moser have to discount the car for a week?

She could have believed that this black-bellied man would do her again.

"Mr. Mu fasten his seat belt, let's go," Seeing that Mu Xingfeng had not been wearing a seat belt, Anne reminded.

"No," the car was so small, and with the seat belt fastened, Mu Xingfeng felt even more breathless.

Anne saw that his face was not good, and she did not continue to insist, but started the car and walked towards M Moser.

I don't know if it's because I'm not in a hurry today or because I'm sitting in this car, Anne's speed is not fast and stable, which Mu Xingfeng is very satisfied with.

He quietly glanced sideways at the little woman next to him who was driving seriously.

Probably don't have to go to see customers today, and her short over-the-shoulder hair is tied in a ponytail at random, revealing her standard melon seed face.

Her skin was fine, her little face was as delicate as a shelled egg, her long, curly eyelashes blinked from time to time, and from his angle, he could clearly see the fiery red tear mole at the corner of her eye.

At this time, Anne changed lanes, and when she was observing the right lane, she inadvertently swept the sight of the man next to her, and turned her head from the lane, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Mu?" โ€

Mu Xingfeng, who was originally peeking, did not have a trace of embarrassment of being caught, and his eyes fell on her breakfast, "Bring me a breakfast when you pick me up tomorrow." โ€

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