When Xiao Yun arrived, Zhong Hui was introducing the company's business and its industries to Sihan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn the past six months, Mu Xirong rarely asked about the company's affairs, stayed aside and couldn't say anything, and played with her mobile phone.

Many times he felt that he was very incompetent as a boss. Fortunately, now that there is one more manager, he has less worries and more leisure. But can he really be idle?

Such a scene is easy to make people think that Zhong Hui and Sihan, who are eyebrows, are a couple who show affection regardless of the occasion, and Mu Shurong is a shameless light bulb.

Xiao Yun's brows furrowed, and her tone of voice was a little sour, a little sarcastic.

"Handsome guy Zhong, when did you hook up with such a beautiful little girl, why didn't you notify me." The implication is that you dare to take advantage of my absence, and mess with flowers everywhere, is there less kneeling on the keyboard.

Zhong Hui turned her head and saw Xiao Yun with her hands on her chest and an angry face, she was completely like a mouse seeing a cat, so she hurriedly wiped the chair next to her with a tissue, and said flatteringly: "Wife, you are here, sit down, hehe!" She is Zheng Sihan, Shurong's secretary, I am handing over work with her, hehe!".

When Xiao Yun's gaze fell elsewhere, she gave Mu Shurong a look.

One thing descends one thing, and the ancients did not deceive me. Usually Zhong Hui is not afraid of heaven and earth, but when she sees Xiao Yun, she is like a pickled cabbage, and the true character of the man who keeps saying is indifferent. He often hit Zhong Hui, saying that he was a strict wife, but Zhong Hui did not have the slightest sense of shame, and said that he was true love.

Mu Xirong didn't know Qingai very well, and after meeting her, she thought about it seriously, but didn't come up with a result, so she naturally didn't debate Zhong Hui's statement, but tried to change the view of love that seemed distorted to him.

Everyone has their own principles of life, even if everyone thinks it is wrong, we must be happy to be wrong.

Mu Xirong's principle is that if a brother is in trouble, he must help, so he nodded at Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun's trust in Mu Shurong is much stronger than Zhong Hui at some times, such as in the face of beauty and wine. In her opinion, Mu Shurong is like a Chinese painting, only black and white, clean and unstained.

Because of this, when Zhong Hui and Xiao Yun quarreled, Mu Shurong played the role of lobbyist in it. But in a later incident, he failed to play this role well, and he always felt guilty.

Xiao Yun saw Mu Xirong nodding, so she didn't dwell on this matter, but for the female secretary who suddenly appeared, she always felt a little ambiguous in it. In fact, she doesn't care if it's really ambiguous, like Zhong Hui, she always wants to be able to create some ambiguity for Mu Xirong. In this regard, their ideas are so consistent, and their self-cooked personalities make Mu Sirong feel that they are really a natural pair.

"My name is Xiao Yun, I am Zhong Hui's girlfriend, your name is Sihan, right, you just take this stomach medicine, once in the morning and once in the evening, remember to remind him to take the medicine." As he spoke, he glanced at Mu Shurong and handed a bottle of medicine to Sihan.

Mu Xirong looked helpless, thinking that she really couldn't stop all the time, and if she didn't say a word, would she die miserably. I had to say euphemistically: "I haven't finished taking the medicine last time."

"You've forgotten to take your medicine again."

Such words really left him speechless. You forgot to take your medicine, you made a mess for me, and I made friends carelessly, can't I endure it?

Faults are habitual, and he is convinced that this statement is true. It turned out that a good party for welcoming newcomers was tossed by Xiao Yun into a blind date meeting between him and Sihan.

"Sihan, how old are you," Xiao Yun asked with a smile.

How old are you in charge of people's homes, Mu Shurong muttered in her heart.

"I turned 21 years old". Sihan replied honestly.

"Our family shh

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Xiao Yun then asked.

"Not yet".

Mu Xirong felt that if she continued to develop like this, she would be out of control, so she stood up and smiled stupidly at Xiao Yun.

"I'll go to the bathroom, you can talk."

Xiao Yun immediately gave a murderous look, and he was so frightened that he sat back obediently.

Sihan saw that the boss, who had always been cold, had become like this in front of Xiao Yun, and he wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh out, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

A woman really turns her face faster than she does a book.

Xiao Yun regained her smile and continued the topic just now.

"That's just right, don't look at our family, Shi Rong doesn't like to talk, in fact, it's cold on the outside and hot on the inside, you have to take care of him in the future." Xiao Yun said to herself, and didn't forget to pat Mu Shurong, who was hiding her face and wanted to cry.

"Hush Rong, Sihan is young, you can't bully others."

Mu Xirong glanced at Xiao Yun innocently, the meaning is obvious, when have you seen me bullying girls, and how did I become your family.

Mu Shurong's eyes were ignored by Xiao Yun, and she still said affectionately. It's like being a mother talking to her child, and she talks bitterly, which makes Mu Si Rong look unshaven.

When Xiao Yun was in college, he was a chatter, and he could say ten sentences when others said one sentence. I don't know how many famous and unknown people have been bombarded in the campus post bar, Zhong Hui was also sprayed by Xiao Yun in the post bar and couldn't find the north, so she found her to face the showdown, so there was a **** plot behind you.

Now Mu Xirong can't remember what topic they quarreled on at that time, but she only remembers that the scolding war caused a sensation on the entire campus, so that as a friend of the party, he had to wear a mask when he went out for a long time, in order not to be recognized, so as not to be drowned by the tide of saliva.

After that lesson, Mu Shurong secretly swore that she would never quarrel with a woman in her life, let alone a woman like Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun sang a one-man show, no one was allowed to interrupt, Mu Xirong didn't dare, and Zhong Hui didn't dare even more.

Seeing Zhong Hui fanning the flames on the side, Mu Xirong regretted very much that he had just ordered that head, and felt that it was really a mistake to let Xiao Yun come over, was this sent by God to punish him? If life can be repeated, he is willing to give up all his dignity and pride and not let Zhong Hui and Xiao Yun meet, blind date, and love each other...

Happy times are short-lived, and miserable days are long. finally stayed up until the end of dinner, Xiao Yun and Zhong Hui patted their butts and left, leaving Mu Shurong and Sihan who were innocent waiting to pay.

Before leaving, Xiao Yun didn't forget to drop a sentence and send Sihan home.

Mu Shurong and Sihan spend most of their time alone in silence with each other, but fortunately, both of them are people who don't like to talk. Through the central rearview mirror, he saw that she was wearing a plain white dress tonight, with light makeup, and her bangs turned to the right, behind her ears, like the girl next door.

"Don't you mind what Xiao Yun says." Let a girl who has just met face a sudden dinner similar to a blind date, and he no longer understands the girl's mind, he always feels that there should be an explanation.

Sihan let out a soft "um", and the fingers of his hands were unconsciously crossed, gently tearing the corners of his clothes.

Mu Xirong drove the car seriously, Sihan lowered his head and secretly glanced at him from time to time, and the air was filled with the smell of green ** love.

。。。

"Just stop in front". Sihan pointed to the platform on the side of the road.

After getting out of the car, she took a deep breath.

"Do you want me to send you".

"No, I live on the 3rd floor."

Sihan's figure pulled out a long shadow under the dim street lamp, and he seemed to be familiar with this scene.

Mu Xirong leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette, her mind returning to her last day in Shenyang three years ago.