On the coffee table, there are sweet and sour tenderloin, mixed lotus root, fried vegetables, Mao Xuewang, and fish head tofu soup.

Looking at the color, flavor, and flavor, especially Mao Xuewang, it makes people even more appetizing.

Mu Xin lowered his head and ate slowly, delicious from time to time.

Xiang Xiuhan held the chopsticks, didn't pick up the vegetables, just looked at her with low eyes.

Mu Xin took duck blood from Mao Xuewang into his lunch box, but he didn't see him move chopsticks.

She swallowed the food in her mouth and asked, "Won't you eat it?" ”

Xiang Xiuhan looked down at the tender duck blood, and then: "I'm full, I just want to eat with you." ”

Mu Xin sighed, lowered his head and continued to eat.

Soon, she finished her boxed lunch, and half of the dishes were eaten.

She reached out again to get Xiu Han's share.

Xiang Xiuhan frowned at her.

Mu Xin sandwiched a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin, and explained without raising his head: "I was hungry when I went shopping with Ai Ai in the morning, and the food in this restaurant was very suitable for my appetite." ”

Xiang Xiuhan hummed lightly, "It's good to eat full, don't eat so much." ”

Mu Xin ate and mumbled, but she still ate.

Xiang Xiuhan accompanied him again, Xu was really busy, got up and sat back at the desk, and began to work busily.

Sometimes he looked up at Mu Xin, who was eating with his head down, and sometimes he was busy.

Mu Xin sat on the sofa, bowing her head and eating quietly, with a quiet atmosphere and a tasteless mood.

Before I knew it, the two boxes of lunches had been eaten, and the vegetables and soup were also finished, leaving the red and oily Mao Xuewang soup.

She watched it for a while, but after all, she didn't drink the soup and lived a new life, still cherishing herself.

Mu Xin cleaned up the mess, carried the garbage, and looked up at Xiu Han, "Who is the artist who signed to Mu Xin?" ”

Xiang Xiuhan lowered his head and flipped through the documents, but he didn't raise his head, "I don't know, I didn't ask." ”

Mu Xin snorted, "Then what's my announcement for next Saturday?" ”

"I don't know, the broker will arrange it." Xiang Xiuhan still didn't look up.

The voice was cold, official, like a boss's tone.

Let Mu Xin's heart have a sour feeling from the inside out, which is the kind of dull feeling that does not come out.

It was as if someone was holding a blunt knife and slashing her heart one by one, there was no wound, no blood, but it made people feel pain.

"I'm full, I'll go back first." Mu Xin worked hard to make his tone normal and natural.

Xiang Xiuhan's hand paused, and he looked up at Mu Xin, "Well, let Qin Ke send you." ”

Mu Xin did not refuse.

Xiang Xiuhan watched Mu Xin's figure disappear at the door of the office, his cold face sank a little more, and his dark eyes were more like he had sunk into the deep sea Zheng

Mu Xin sat in the back seat, looking out the window at the company that had regressed the news, and watched the restaurant disappear into her eyes.

Qin Ke looked at Mu Xin from the rearview mirror, and shouted in his heart: "Sister Mu." ”

Mu Xin: "Hmm. ”

"Actually, the president and Sister Lu are just discussing work, and they will have a meal by the way, don't get me wrong." Qin Ke explained.

Mu Xin retracted his gaze and looked down at his hand, "I know, I believe in him." ”

People who loved her like that in her previous life will be the same in this life.

She believes.

It's just that it's uncomfortable.

It's even more uncomfortable than the last time I was inexplicably cold-warned.

Qin Ke had thought of the draft of the explanation, and he was mentally prepared to be tortured by Mu Xin.

But after saying this, Mu Xin didn't say anything more, just looked down at her phone, and vaguely felt that she was not in a high mood, and nothing else would come out.