Section (30): Laundry and cleaner
Heavy pupils narrowed slightly, her face was gloomy, Mu Yichen's eyes swept lightly to the plastic bag in her hand, the wet bag, kept dripping water, what dry cleaners, the clothes washed out were wet?
The senior leaders who can mix with Kaiyue are not ordinary people, and as soon as she came in, most people saw the clue - this woman has a good relationship with the president.
One of the men, who was slightly older than Mu Yichen, raised a pair of beautiful Danfeng eyes, looked at Mu Yuqing carefully, and said with a chuckle: "Since Mu always has guests, let's talk about that development project later." ”
I don't know why, it's a very simple sentence, Mu Yuqing, who is not good at observing words and feelings, actually heard a little funny.
Dan Fengnan's proposal was immediately echoed by everyone, and everyone walked past Mu Yuqing in an orderly manner and walked out of the president's office.
After everyone left, the office was quiet, only the slight sound of the central air conditioner, the corners of Mu Yichen's lips were pursed with a smile, his eyes flickered brightly, and at the end, he spit out lightly, "Can you be more stupid?" ”
Mu Yuqing walked away angrily, putting the wet clothes on his desk, "A strange woman suddenly broke into your office, what should I say?" Say it's your wife who registered with you? Even if I'm willing to say that, I'm afraid you wouldn't, right? ”
Although she has not been in contact with a particularly rich man like Mu Yichen, she has heard Xiao Qi say that the richer the man, the more he likes to get married, not that the woman behind them can't take it, but that they want to leave a way back for the future to find flowers and ask willow, think about it, the married Mu Yichen took a strange woman back to the villa late at night, how exciting should this news be in Entertainment Weekly?
But if you are unmarried, the nature is different, the man is unmarried, the woman is unmarried, and no one can care what people want, at most they will bear the moral charge of "flower heart".
After looking for an office for a long time, her legs and feet were sore, and she found a position facing the air conditioner, blowing a cool breeze.
"Won't you knock on the door before you come in?"
This matter, if it was put on someone else, Mu Yichen would have been furious, but today he made an exception and was not angry, he stood up and wanted to take out his white coat from the plastic bag to dry, as soon as he picked it up, a lot of splashes came out, his right hand paused, and finally gave up.
Glancing at Mu Yichen, he sighed lightly, he didn't even know how he grew up, he didn't even know how he grew up, Mu Yuqing said, "Who knew there were so many people in your office?" He walked over, took out the washed clothes from the plastic bag, screwed the clothes a few times in front of the trash can, and then unfolded them to look at them, and the washing was quite clean, "Is there a hanger?" ”
Mu Yichen pointed in the direction of the cupboard, Mu Yuqing glared at him, what a lazy guy, can't he help bring it over?
There were several pieces of men's clothes hanging in the cupboard, as if they were for Mu Yichen to change clothes temporarily, Mu Yuqing took out one of the hangers, put the clothes on it, and saw that there was a place on the balcony where she could hang clothes, opened the sliding door, and tiptoed to hang the clothes.
The man on the opposite side of the balcony, with his arms elegantly ringed around his shoulders, half-squinted his eyes, looked at the petite figure in the sun, straightened his body hard, stretched out his arms like white lotus, and his ink-colored hair naturally fell on her back like a smooth waterfall.
For many years, I haven't seen a second woman except for seeing my mother wash my clothes, I don't know why, in Mu Yichen's heart, there is a faint sourness mixed with a faint feeling of joy.
It was easy to hang up the clothes, looking at the fruits of his labor, Mu Yuqing's heart was overjoyed, shook the water stains on his hands, walked in, and casually took out the paper towel from Mu Yichen's desk to wipe his hands, "Don't forget to collect it." ”
Throwing the used tissue in her hand into the trash, Mu Yuqing swaggered towards the door.
"Why are you going?" A cold voice sounded behind him, returning to his usual indifference.
Turning around, winking, "Go out for a walk, I've been locked up at home by you for a long time, take this opportunity, I'll walk around." Seeing Mu Yichen frowning slightly, with a cold look, she quickly raised her hands, "I promise not to run around, just go around here." ”
It's strange, according to what she thinks in her heart at this time, if she doesn't run away now, when will she stay?
But who would have thought that the vigilance of the poker face would be so high.
"Don't go!" The tall voice, with his back to his eyes, came over in a gloomy voice, looked at her with a calm face, and pointed to the sofa not far away, "I'm tired, just rest there." ”
"I'm not tired!" Mu Yuqing's waist is straight, and washing clothes is a small thing for her, and she doesn't need to rest.
The slender fingers, moving the direction, pointed to a wall cabinet on the door, and said without a little emotion, "There are cleaning things inside, and if you are not tired, let's clean this place." ”
Yes? Mu Yuqing was speechless, is this the legendary, moving a stone to shoot yourself in the foot?
Although he was reluctant in his heart, he had to bow his head when he was under the eaves, not to mention, Mu Yichen was an "iceman" who didn't talk about any favors, not to mention that he could take back his original words, and opened the closet hatefully, and there were all kinds of things inside, rags, brooms, vacuum cleaners, rubber gloves...... It's all right.
Half an hour passed, Mu Yuqing was still silently wiping the sofa that was already shiny as new, secretly glancing at Mu Yichen, and next, he sat on the wide boss's chair, with an ink-colored pen, lined with his white and slender fingers, hanging his head slightly, frowning at a pile of documents, sometimes frowning, sometimes raising his eyebrows, his eyes were clear, calm and steady, he looked serious and elegant, not in a hurry.
I have never seen a man who is so handsome at work, and for a while, Mu Yuqing was a little stupid.
"If you look closer, it will be clearer." Mu Yichen didn't know when he noticed her gaze, and said without raising his head.
A suspicious flush crept up Mu Yuqing's cheeks, wasn't he working? How could you see her looking at him? Or does he have a pair of eyes on the top of his hair?
"Who looks at you, narcissist!" Muttered quietly and continued with the work at hand.
It is said that Mu Yuqing's kind of woman, she is engaged in foreign trade work, and she usually meets customers, among which there are many handsome guys, but she has never been as out of shape as when she saw Mu Yichen, as if she was not herself from the first time she saw him.
"Not only as a laundryman, but also as a cleaner, not as much as he squeezed my labor." While wiping the sofa, I complained in my heart.
Mu Yichen, a capitalist, didn't say stop, and she didn't dare to stop, until after wiping the trash cans in the office three times, our Mu Meinan finally raised his noble head and made a voice like heaven, "It's okay." ”
Mu Yuqing was relieved, and sat on the floor like a puddle of mud, "I'm working so hard, can I tip more?" ”
While packing up the papers on the desk, he said casually: "You are my wife, isn't this little thing supposed to be?" ”