Although Qin Mu was sent to Wen Ran as a special assistant, in front of Wen Ran, he was not like his subordinates were respectful to the leader, but cold and alienated.

After the BMW hit the road, he glanced at Wen Ran in the passenger seat and carrying the lunch box in the rearview mirror, and asked lightly: "Is Miss Wen going home or where is she going?" ”

If he guessed correctly, what she was carrying in her hand should be sweet and sour pork ribs, which was one of Mo Xiuchen's favorite home-cooked dishes.

Wen Ran was staring down at the bag in his hand, hesitating whether to go to the cemetery.

When asked by Qin Mu, she subconsciously looked up at him, and all she saw was a side face, her expression was as dark and cold as this night, she was silent for a moment, and replied, "Please send me home." ”

Hearing the emotion in her tone, Qin Mu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at her: "Just say where you want to go, it's still early." ”

Wen Ran's eyes flashed, and he said frankly: "I originally wanted to go to the cemetery." ”

Qin Mu was stunned when he heard this, and he didn't seem to understand that she was going to the cemetery at night, to see her parents, or to see it during the day, he was about to speak, but Wen Ran's mobile phone rang.

The phone call was from Mo Xiuchen, asking her where she is now?

Beside him, Qin Mu didn't hear what Mo Xiuchen said, only heard Wen Ran say, "I'll go back immediately...... Well, I just met Qin Tesuke, and he sent me back......"

Seeing that she hung up the phone and stared at the sweet and sour pork ribs in her hand, Qin Mu suddenly spoke: "If you go to the cemetery and just send these sweet and sour pork ribs, we can go to the cemetery first, and I will send you back later." ”

"Okay, that's for you."

Most of the time, Wen Ran is a girl who must do whatever she thinks, she had the idea of going to the cemetery earlier, and if she doesn't have a wish, she will always be depressed.

Moreover, if the sweet and sour pork ribs are not sent to the cemetery, she doesn't know what to do with them.

When she arrived at the cemetery, Wen Ran asked Qin Mu to wait for her in the car.

Qin Mu looked at the gloomy and lonely cemetery outside through the car window, stretched out his hand to open the car door and said, "It's too dark outside, I'll go with you, don't worry, I won't eavesdrop on you talking to your parents." ”

Wen Ran saw that he had misunderstood, and explained: "I didn't mean that, I was afraid that you would find it troublesome." ”

"It's already troublesome, I don't care about a little more trouble."

After Qin Mu finished speaking, he got out of the car.

Wen Ran frowned, saw him get out of the car, pursed his lips, and opened the car door to go down.

The cemetery at night, the silence is oozing with a faint eerie feeling, the temperature is inexplicably several degrees lower than the urban area, and the wind blowing on the face is cold.

Wen Ran was thinly dressed, and every time she stepped on the marble steps, she felt a little colder, and when she was halfway up the steps, she couldn't help but shiver.

Seeing this, Qin Mu, who was walking behind her, took off his suit jacket without hesitation and handed it over, and said in a flat tone: "You put on this coat." ”

Wen Ran was stunned, looked at the coat stretched out in front of him, and then looked at Qin Mu, who was only wearing a shirt, shook his head and said, "You can wear it yourself, I don't want it!" ”

"I don't want to be nagged by Li Qian's woman, and I don't want to manage the pharmaceutical factory for you all the time."

Qin Mu's tone was cold and hard, and the hand holding the coat was stubbornly extended, as if she didn't accept it, and he was so deadlocked.

In the morning, Mo Xiuchen told him to let him go to Wen's to help her manage the pharmaceutical factory for a few days, he didn't know what Mo Xiuchen was crazy about at first, but then he overheard him call Zhang's mother and asked her to cook and send it to Wen's, and he was smart enough to understand the reason.