When he passed by, he raised his eyebrows and despised Assistant Zhao, and the corners of his mouth were red and swollen.

Assistant Zhao hurriedly ran to the door of the office and asked tentatively, "Mr. Mu, can you go in?" ”

"Come in."

As soon as Assistant Zhao entered the office, he saw a mess, everything on the table had been swept to the ground, and the floor was full of glass shards and paper.

"Get someone to clean up." Mu Zhuoyao touched the corner of his mouth.

He Cheng is really ruthless.

"I'll get you a medicine kit and rub some medicine." Assistant Zhao saw the blood on the corner of Mu Zhuoyao's mouth and said.

"No need. You find someone to clean it up. I went out. Mu Zhuoyao got up with the car keys.

"Oh, okay." Assistant Zhao also stopped talking.

Guess also guessed why the two of them fought.

After He Cheng left Mu Zhuoyao's company, he planned to go home.

But when I went to buy medicine halfway, I met Song Meilun.

"Mr. He?" Song Meilun shouted in an uncertain tone behind her.

Because she was also a little suspicious of how she could see He Cheng in the pharmacy, because she had a little uncomfortable throat recently, she came out to the pharmacy to buy some medicine.

He Cheng shouldn't have to come out to buy medicine himself.

"Huh?" He Cheng turned around and answered.

I saw Song Meilun.

"It's really you, Mr. He." Song Meilun was a little excited, but after a closer look, He Cheng's face was a little bruised.

"Mr. He, your face?" Thought, no wonder it was gone, frowning, pointing at He Cheng's face.

"Oh, it's okay, I was bitten by a dog." He Cheng touched his face, bared his teeth, and said disapprovingly.

"Uh-oh." Song Meilun saw the ointment in He Cheng's hand, and said, "Why don't I wipe it for you, you can't see it yourself." ”

Song Meilun thought to herself, then this dog is also the size of a dog, and it can bite its face.

He Cheng looked at the ointment in his hand, thought about it, and nodded.

Song Meilun took the ointment and carefully rubbed it for He Cheng.

He Cheng looked down at Song Meilun's face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What's wrong with you? What to buy here? He Cheng suddenly spoke.

The hot air sprayed directly on the top of Song Meilun's head.

"Oh, my throat is a little uncomfortable, let's buy some medicine." Song Meilun said embarrassedly.

He Cheng actually cared about himself.

"Yes, be careful." He Cheng also didn't try to care about a person's feelings.

In the past, those women didn't need to be cared about at all, they only knew how to buy, buy, buy.

"Yes." Song Meilun finished wiping the ointment and said, "Okay." ”

Then he took two steps back, looked at He Cheng, and suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" He Cheng was inexplicable, laughing at something.

He Cheng touched his face.

"Nothing?" Song Meilun held back a smile.

After rubbing the ointment, his face is almost like a little cat.

He Cheng felt that something was wrong, turned down the mirror in the car and took a look, and suddenly made a straight face.

Song Meilun saw He Cheng's straight face, and quickly stopped laughing.

"I didn't mean it, it's the ointment you bought is wrong, he can't blame me for his color." Song Meilun hurriedly explained.

I'm afraid He Cheng is really angry, but even if there is color on his face, he still can't stop He Cheng's handsomeness.

"I don't care, you're responsible." He Cheng said, "How can you make me like this and go out to meet people?" ”

He Cheng suddenly wanted to tease this woman, after all, she was Yan Huaijing's best friend, and there were still many things to rely on her in the future.

"Me? How am I responsible? Song Meilun was stunned, she wouldn't be responsible for applying an ointment.

This is too cost-effective, but if you think about it, it is also a good deal, after all, He Cheng is not an ordinary person.

It's already a standout.

"Is there anything else I can do to relieve the bruising on my face?" He Cheng asked.

"Eggs." Song Meilun thought for a while and said.

She only remembers that when she was a child, it would be better to rub eggs with broken shells.

"Well, let's go cook it." He Cheng started the car.

Song Meilun exclaimed, "Where are you going?" ”

She still has to go to work in the afternoon, where can she cook eggs with her belt at noon.

"My home." He Cheng didn't look back, and drove the car.

Now Song Meilun was completely stunned, went to He Cheng's house?

What is this?

Soon, the car stopped in front of a house.

"Get out of the car, it's here." He Cheng opened the car door for Song Meilun.

Song Meilun got out of the car in a daze, and she was still immersed in the fantasy that He Cheng took her to her home, but now she really came to his house.

All the way is Song Meilun in a state of confusion.

"What are you thinking? The eggs are in the fridge, go get them yourself, I'll wash my face. He Cheng snapped his fingers in front of Song Meilun's eyes and said.

"Uh-oh." Song Meilun came back to her senses and agreed.

Take the eggs out of the fridge and turn on the gas stove.

He Cheng's home is very clean, and the overall color is also very bright, and occasionally some trinkets are put to dance the color.

It's still very simple and generous.

Song Meilun couldn't help but sigh secretly, rich people are really different.

"Gollum." The water in the pot was boiling, and Song Meilun put the eggs in it.

At this time, He Cheng also came out of the bathroom, his hair slightly wet with water, and his white face, I have to say that He Cheng's skin is really good.

Song Meilun was a little stunned.

"What are you thinking?" He Cheng chuckled.

How is this woman always in a daze.

In fact, if you look closely, Song Meilun is not ugly, her long and straight black hair is decent, her face is small, although she has double single eyelids, she is very divine, her mouth is also small, and she loves to blush at every turn.

"No, the eggs will be fine in a moment, you sit on the couch and wait." Song Meilun touched her face and turned to look at the eggs.

"Okay." He Cheng turned around and sat on the sofa, in a lazy posture, with a pair of long legs resting on the coffee table casually.

Song Meilun touched her flushed face, I don't know if it was because of the heat in the pot, or because of He Cheng's charm.

Ten minutes later, the eggs were almost cooked.

"It's cooked." Song Meilun scooped up the egg and peeled off the shell.

Take it to Hecheng.

He Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Meilun who was standing, still raising his eyebrows in an unruly manner, "I can't see any bruises." ”

Song Meilun was tense, this person really had to make inches.

He sat down, put the plate on the table, picked up the egg and rolled it on He Cheng's face.

"Scalding." He Cheng hurriedly pulled his face.

This woman did it on purpose, so hot.

"Poof, I didn't mean to." Song Meilun couldn't help laughing when she saw He Cheng grinning.

"Do you think I'll believe it?" He Cheng had a pair of peach blossom eyes, and the light was a little hotter.

"If you don't believe it, forget it." Song Meilun blew the eggs.

He Cheng called out in the face again.

"It hurts." He Cheng screamed again.

This time it's not hot, it's really painful.

"Is a big man hypocritical?" Song Meilun held back a smile and continued, "The pain is good, the bruises are scattered." ”

I didn't expect He Cheng to have such a childish side.