Yan Lin opened his mouth and said: "No, probably, I am reluctant to let you go." ”

You'll be mine from now on.

"Don't want me?" Mu Zhiqing touched his head and said to himself: "It's not like I'm not coming back." ”

"Oh yes, where's my breakfast?" Mu Zhiqing stretched out a small hand and asked for something to eat.

"That little white box in the back seat."

Mu Zhiqing leaned back, saw what she wanted, and was about to reach out to get it.

"You are not allowed to eat in the car."

Mu Zhiqing: "......"

Mu Shiqing: "Why? ”

Yan Lin: "If the road is uneven, I'm afraid you will choke." ”

……

Mingyi Group Underground car park

The car came to a steady stop.

For the first time in his life, Mu Zhiqing's children went to the opponent's company, and they must tidy up their appearance or something, pulled their ties, straightened their hairstyles, and then straightened their chests, tightened their abdomen, and raised their heads, the old lady is the most beautiful in the world.

After getting out of the car, Mu Zhiqing's child forgot about breakfast, and walked towards the elevator with an indifferent face, and Mr. Yan followed with her breakfast.

Out of the elevator, Mu Zhiqing's vision broadened, Mingyi's decoration is very unique, the walls are painted with Chinese landscape paintings, and each wall is a different landscape.

This road should be a separate corridor for the President's Office, with the Secretariat on it.

Mu Zhiqing was hungry, so he had to return to the banquet and follow.

"It's always a good feast." Wen Chuanji leaned over slightly, stepped forward and began to read about Mr. Fenyan's work today.

Although the face does not change, the heart is magnificent.

Thinking: what? Didn't you say that there were little ancestors? Where did the woman behind her, who looked like a female devil, come from?

The three of them entered the office together.

Mu Zhiqing picked a very good position like in his own home - Mr. Yan's sofa chair.

The chair is wide, the small group is petite, the whole body is wrapped in the chair, and the original indifferent temperament is replaced by a soft and glutinous temperament.

Wen Chuanji looked at it in a cold sweat, this is a great god, he dares to sit anywhere.

"Give me something to eat." Mu Zhiqing stretched out his hand to Yan Lin, and when Wen Chuanji thought that Yan Lin could always blow people out, Yan Lin walked to the chair opposite the desk and opened the white box in his hand.

Purple rice buns, rice porridge, small buns, eggs, and side dishes come into view, which are very hearty and steaming.

For the first time, the president's office, which has always been cold, has a fragrant meal.

Yan Lin laid out the utensils one by one and took out the meals in the box one by one.

The little ball on the opposite side stretched his neck, and his little tongue licked his lips.

"What kind of stuffing are the buns?"

"Vegetarian and meaty."

Wen Chuanji: It's over, I saw something I shouldn't have seen.

Take out the last willpower: "Mr. Yan, the fruit you want is already in the refrigerator." ”

"Got it, let's get out."

When Wen Chuanji walked back, he heard a "ding" sound.

The eggshell cracked under the tap of the right desk, and when he took a few steps, the eggshell was being peeled open.

When he opened the door and was about to go out, he heard a word that he shouldn't have heard, and he heard Mr. Yan say, "Peel it, eat it, it's not hot." ”

Wen Chuanji: ╭(°A°')╮!!

He went out and looked carefully at the sun outside the window.

Not the moon.

Nor to the west.

Could it be that the little girl that Mr. Yan said was the little girl?