Beloved of Bossy President

Mu Zijin doesn't speak, name can't speak, don't cross a face to ignore his gradually warm eyes, looking up at the street not far away.

Cars are still so many, people are still so busy, but her heart is a desolation, her future seems to be more and more gray, when can her sunshine come?

After a moment of wishful thinking, the mobile phone in the bag suddenly rings. When she takes it out, she sees that it's Xiao Xiang. She gets through the phone. Xiao Xiang keeps asking where she is and who she is with. The tone is like facing her own childish.

Mingke can't help but smile at last. That smile is soft and casual. Mu Zijin, who is sitting on one side, looks down and stares at her lips. It doesn't take long for her smile to disappear. For a moment, she doesn't know what she is thinking.

Mingke tells Xiao Xiang that she is not with beimingxun, but with Mu Zijin. Xiao Xiang is in a bit of a dilemma again. He hopes that she is with beimingxun, and thinks Mu Zijin is good.

I don't know what she said, but Mingke hung up the phone in a hurry. When she just hung up, the assistant happened to deliver the preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

Muzijin didn't eat preserved egg and lean meat porridge, but he didn't eat such a big grain of rice, and it was not even at all. Even the sliced meat and preserved egg were big and small. Could you really eat such a rough thing?

Looking at Mingke's porridge, he hesitated.

But the name can ignore him, her own mood is so bad tonight, in addition to Mu Zijin subconscious don't have too much good impression, willing to say two words with him occasionally has been very good.

Take spoon spoon spoon porridge, in the heart also don't know what to think, porridge hasn't put cold then a mouthful down.

Mu Son Jin side head looks at her of time, then see she is scalded the facial features tangle together of a scene, busily once took the paper towel to gather to her lips, the voice is more soft than just now some: "even if really hungry also want to cool again eat, so urgent, deserve to suffer."

Although it's not a good thing to hear, the concern in the words can still be heard.

She didn't know when the man began to treat her well, but at this moment, she really felt a little warmth on him. This warmth suddenly magnified infinitely after she was injured by the northern night.

"What? What's wrong? " Seeing that she had been staring at him without blinking, he sank his eyes, suddenly approached her and said in a low voice, "do you find that I'm more beautiful than that guy in the northern night?"

Originally, it was just a joke. He wanted to make her happy. He was so old that he never coaxed a girl. What's more, he was not a talkative person. That is to say, in the two short-term relationship with Mingke, he had more words.

He didn't expect that the girl's face turned pale again when he said this sentence. In a word, she didn't want to say a word to him any more.

Stir fried snails, fermented bean curd, macaroni, pepper and salt spareribs, one by one, but the name is just a little bit, but the pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge is basically half eaten by her.

Looking at the dishes all over the table, she took chopsticks but didn't want to touch any plate. Mu Zijin stared at her and asked, "are you full?"

She nodded, but did not want to put down the chopsticks: "there are so many, the rest is a pity."

Mu Zi Jin slightly Zheng Zheng, looked at her, and looked at the dishes on the table, suddenly a little embarrassed.

She's full, but she doesn't want to waste In fact, he didn't even touch the bowl of porridge on his table. He asked him to eat these messy dishes on the table. He wondered if he would run to the bathroom and collapse tonight.

Name but suddenly looked up at him, the two pieces of pink lips slightly moved, voice dull, there are more and more dull signs: "that day, you are willing to eat at school."

His fingertips trembled almost invisible, and he lowered his head to her line of sight. His eyes were still red and swollen, and the fundus of his eyes seemed to have a thin layer of fog color, as if tears would appear out of thin air as long as he blinked a little.

Such eyes

He didn't know when the chopsticks fell between his fingers. He looked at her and saw that she was still looking at herself innocently. He pursed his lips and put the chopsticks in the pepper and salt ribs folder. At least, the dish looked normal.

As for those fried snails, fermented bean curd and water spinach, red and green, there are some sticky so-called fermented bean curd on the water spinach Just looking at it, he immediately turned away in disgust.

Pepper and salt spareribs, taste heavier, look ugly, it seems a bit Hu, but, eat in the mouth is not really difficult to swallow.

It's just a little salty

Mingke watched him eat the plate of pepper and salt spareribs bit by bit. He drank cup after cup of tea. Finally, after three cups of cold boiled water, he ate a plate of spareribs clean.

Mu Zijin took a paper towel to wipe his mouth. He was about to say that it was better to go when he was full. Before he said anything, Mingke's voice had already sounded softly: "the snails are very fresh tonight. It's better to have a try."He glanced at the snail, what fresh really do not know, only know that the top is full of red and green pepper.

"I..." In her slightly dim eyes, the sentence "I don't eat spicy food" was swallowed back to his stomach. He took chopsticks and put them on the snail's head.

Next to her, it rang again. She still had a dull voice: "in this kind of place, people eat directly with their hands."

He put his chopsticks between his lips and sucked at one of his fingers.

He really didn't know whether the snail meat was fresh or not. He only knew that the spicy flavor was enough. For a small piece of snail meat, he took two mouthfuls of tea to suppress the remaining spicy flavor between his lips and teeth.

"This thing..."

"Isn't it delicious?" Mingke pushed the whole dish of snail in front of him, his eyes lit up slightly, with a few rays of expectation: "eat more."

If you can't really see that she's in a bad mood tonight, and she's as lost as if she has no soul, Mu Zijin will surely make fun of him for her.

However, her eyes are still very dim, and the light in the dim seems to disappear at any time. In the face of such fame, he can't refuse.

The result that can't be refused is to start directly and put a plate of snail one by one to his lips. The thin lips of those two pieces of powder are red as if they can drip blood. This appearance adds to his irresistible handsome.

Even the girls on the tables around him were staring at him. They felt sorry for the abuse of the handsome man and hoped to see him more miserable and pitiful.