"Yours."

Ye Hanchen handed her the flower and took her suitcase.

Li Qinghuan held the flower in one hand and hugged him in the other, Ye Hanchen had a gentle smile on the corner of her lips, and a soft kiss like a feather fell on the top of her hair.

"Hungry or not? Going to eat first? ”

Li Qinghuan shook his head, "I'm so tired, I just want to go home and get a good night's sleep." ”

"Okay, I'll send you back first." It's a long time coming, and they still have a lot of time to get along.

Sending Li Qinghuan to Li's house, Li Qinghuan unbuckled his seat belt, "I'll go back first, you drive carefully." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist tightened and he was dragged over.

Ye Hanchen couldn't help but hug her, clasped the back of her head with one hand, and pressed her towards himself.

Li Qinghuan's brows furrowed invisibly, and the man's thin lips covered it.

Closing her eyes, she suppressed herself.

After a kiss, Ye Hanchen let go of her, and caressed her face with his fingertips, "It's Yun Chi's birthday in two days, can we go together?" ”

"Okay." Li Qinghuan stroked his hair to hide his emotions, "When the time comes, I will accompany you." ”

…………

CIA.

Song Yunchi came back from a trip and found that the little girls looked at him with less admiration and more ...... Sympathize.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong?" ”

Did anything happen in his absence that he didn't know?

"Director Song, Major Mu is looking for you. Now I'm waiting in your office. ”

"Jingxi is here?" Song Yunchi laughed in a low voice, "Okay, I know." ”

When I entered the office, I suddenly felt that the temperature was a few degrees lower, and it was cold.

Director Song's graceful smile suddenly stiffened at the corner of his lips, "Jingxi, who messed with you?" ”

The face is so ugly, it seems that he is very angry!

Cautiously returned to his desk, just sat down, before he had time to take a sip of water, the man who was silent and swallowed the clouds, threw out a sentence, "Call Joan." ”

"What...... What the? Song Yunchi put down the water glass and felt very funny, "If you want to call Qiao Xiaoan, won't you call?" ”

Running away with him this time, just to let him call Qiao Xiaoan in person?

Mu Sanshao, are you tired?

Mu Jingxi raised his eyes, glanced at him coldly, and spit out a cold sentence on his thin lips, "Tomorrow on your birthday, invite her." ”

"Poof—"

A mouthful of water squirted out.

Song Yunchi awkwardly took out a tissue, wiped the desktop and his mouth indiscriminately, and laughed, "Jingxi, I want to invite Qiao Xiaoan, don't you know how to call yourself?" When did you become so cowardly? This is not like your Mu Sanshao's style. ”

Mu Jingxi's cold eyes sank, and the bone joints made a gurgling sound, crisp with a bit of calmness, "Do you want to fight?" ”

Song Yunchi quickly picked up his mobile phone, "I'll call!" ”

"Hello?" Joan's voice sounded wistful, as if she wasn't feeling well.

Song Yunchi squinted at Mu Jingxi, and kindly let go of the sound, "Qiao Xiaoan, are you sick?" ”

"Nope." The voice was a little impatient, "Is there something wrong with you?" It's okay, I'm hanging, I'm busy. ”

"Hey, don't hang up! Something! Event! ”

Joan asked curiously, "What's the big deal?" ”

"Tomorrow it's my birthday, you and Jingxi come over, I won't notify them one by one, you help me tell him."

"No, no."

Song Yunchi was crazy: "......"

Qiao Xiaoan, you talked to death, you know!