At this time, Fu Xin walked over from the pantry, and handed him the tray in his hand with a sullen expression, "The American coffee that the girl wants, you send it in!" ”

The woman in there, he thinks it's dirty at first sight!

Shen Qingqiu inadvertently raised his eyebrows and muttered meaningfully, "Girl, ......"

Jiang Mu's eyebrows jumped violently, and a panic that was visible to the naked eye appeared on his face, "That, it's not, it's uh......"

He was so anxious that a cold sweat broke out on his head, and he glared at Fu Xin, the initiator, viciously.

Fu Xin scratched his head at a loss, and muttered in a rather innocent tone, "I didn't know that Miss Shen was here." ”

He was just sulking and didn't notice Shen Qingqiu's existence at all.

"Tell me, what the hell is he doing?" Shen Qingqiu threw the things in his hand into Jiang Mu's arms, pulled over a chair and sat down, put his hands around his chest, and looked at the two big men in front of him faintly, which was quite a sense of asking the teacher to ask for guilt.

Jiang Mu and Fu Xin looked at each other, and the two of them had an unspeakable appearance, and Shen Qingqiu saw it in his eyes.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she was even more curious about the woman Fu Ting saw at this moment.

Anyway, Jiang Mu refused to reveal it, obviously instructed by Fu Tingshen, she didn't continue to be embarrassed, she simply got up and walked straight into the lounge.

Jiang Mu was busy serving tea and pouring water, and inadvertently pulled the wound on his back, couldn't help frowning, and raised his hand to support his right shoulder.

"Twisted?" Shen Qingqiu asked.

Jiang Mu was stunned for a moment, and said without changing his face: "I accidentally shook it a while ago when I was moving things. ”

With that, he silently put down his things and turned to leave.

Shen Qingqiu's eyes were gloomy as he stared at Jiang Mu's back, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a faint and cold smile.

Jiang Mu is lying!

With such a strong medicinal smell, it's not just a simple sprain.

As time passed, a touch of impatience gradually appeared between Shen Qingqiu's eyebrows.

She also thought about breaking in, but she just glanced at Jiang Mu and Fu Xin who were standing at the door like door gods, and this idea had to be dispelled.

She took a deep breath and picked up the teacup in her hand again, only to find that the water in the cup was empty again.

"Miss Shen, I'll pour it for you." Jiang Mu Road.

Shen Qingqiu glanced at him with a smile, "If you drink it again, you will be edema." ”

Jiang Mu smiled wryly and did not speak.

Shen Qingqiu took out his mobile phone to check the news, and Jiang Li sent a message: "Wen Yizhen is very satisfied with the design this time, and I have already sent someone to start making it." ”

Shen Qingqiu replied: "When making, pay attention to the material, don't miss the feeling of agility, and contact me at any time if you have any questions." ”

Jiang Li said: "Got it." ”

Exiting the chat box with Jiang Li, Shen Qingqiu's fingertips lightly tapped his mobile phone, exited the WeChat page, and dialed Fu Tingshen's phone again.

The phone rang for a long time, and finally it was automatically hung up.

Shen Qingqiu frowned, opened WeChat, and sent a message directly: "Your little ancestor is waiting for you, and there is only 1% of patience left." ”

By the way, it comes with a smiling expression, which has a kind of yin and yang weirdness.

Less than three seconds after the message was sent, the chat box first showed 'the other party is typing ......', but the next second a phone call came directly.

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger swirling in his chest, swiped the screen with his fingertips, and picked up the phone, "Yo, our Mr. Fu sometimes calls indirectly at this time?" ”

Fu Tingshen's low chuckle came from the other end of the phone, "Waiting? ”