The world's sweetest

Chapter 670 what happened

On the coffee table, there are sweet and sour pork tenderloin, mixed lotus root, stir-fried vegetables, Maoxuewang, and fish head tofu soup.

Looking at the color, fragrance and taste, especially Maoxuewang, it is even more appetizing.

Mu Xin lowered her head and ate slowly, saying it was delicious from time to time.

Xiang Xiuhan held the chopsticks and didn't pick up food, but just looked down at her.

Mu Xin took duck blood from Maoxuewang and put it in his lunch box, but he didn't see him move his chopsticks.

She swallowed the food in her mouth and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

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

Mu Xin let out an oh, bowed her head and continued to eat.

Soon, she finished her lunch box and ate half of the food.

She reached out for Xiang Xiuhan's share again.

Xiang Xiuhan frowned at her.

Mu Xin picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork, and explained without looking up: "I went shopping with Ai Ai in the morning, and I'm quite hungry, and the food in this restaurant is very suitable for my appetite."

Xiang Xiuhan hummed softly, "Just eat enough, don't eat so much."

Mu Xin ate something, and gave a vague hum, but she still ate.

Xiang Xiuhan stayed with him for another meeting, Xu was really busy, got up and sat back at the desk, and started to work.

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

Mu Xin was sitting on the sofa, eating quietly with her head down, in a quiet atmosphere, with a tasteless mood.

Before I knew it, the two boxes of lunch were finished, as were the vegetables and soup, leaving only the red oily Maoxuewang soup.

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

Mu Xin cleaned up the mess, carried the trash, looked up at Xiu Han, "Who is the artist that Xiang Mu signed?"

Xiang Xiuhan looked down at the documents without raising his head, "I don't know, I didn't ask."

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

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

The voice is cold, official, and sounds like a boss.

Let Mu Xin's heart feel sore from the inside to the outside, it's that kind of indescribable dull pain.

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

"I'm full, I'll go back first." Mu Xin tried her best to keep her tone normal and natural.

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

Mu Xin did not refuse.

Xiang Xiuhan watched Mu Xin's figure disappear at the door of the office, his stern face sank again, his dark eyes seemed to sink into the deep sea.

Sitting in the back seat, Mu Xin looked out the window at EG Company, which had lost news, and watched the restaurant disappear in her eyes.

Qin Ke looked at Mu Xin from the rearview mirror, and called carefully: "Miss Mu."

Mu Xin: "Yes."

"Actually, the president and Ms. Lu are just discussing work and having a meal. Don't get me wrong." Qin Ke explained.

Mu Xin withdrew her gaze, looked down at her hand, "I know, I trust him."

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

She believed it.

It's just that my heart is uncomfortable.

It was even more uncomfortable than the inexplicable cold war last time.

Qin Ke thought about the draft of the explanation, and was ready to be tortured by Mu Xin.

But after saying this, Mu Xin didn't speak any more, just looked down at the phone, vaguely feeling that she was not in a good mood, and couldn't say anything else.

(End of this chapter)