I really don't want a second marriage

"Like me?"

An indifferent voice sounded overhead.

Han Muzi raised her head and stared at him.

Then she subconsciously shook her head, "No."

"No?" night Tingchen sneered, got up and narrowed his eyes to approach her: "do you think I will believe it?"

Probably worried about the replay of yesterday's events, Han Muzi suddenly stepped back two steps and hurriedly defended herself: "I just changed the milk for you because I saw the president drinking coffee all the time and his spirit was not very good, because I think milk can help you sleep and has no other meaning to your body."

Probably afraid he didn't believe it, Han Muzi added: "of course, even if it's not the president, as long as it's my boss, I'll do it!"

Seeing that she was nervous and had nothing to do, yetingchen's eyes became darker and darker.

The woman in front of him was obviously thinking of him. Looking at her eyes yesterday, he wouldn't be wrong.

But she's smart. She doesn't admit she's interested in herself. She just wants to stay a little longer?

Want to stay, but still challenge his endurance limit.

"Are you stupid or stupid?"

He said suddenly.

"Ah?" Han Muzi didn't know why.

Yetingchen turned around and said ruthlessly, "before I get angry, send me coffee. As for milk... If you think it has nutritional value."

He looked slightly sideways, revealing a handsome side face, "then I'll reward you."

He said that. Of course, Han Muzi knew that he would not drink this milk. In fact, yetingchen didn't like drinking milk. After all, milk was like poison to him, because he didn't like the taste.

Now she doesn't have that kind of relationship with him. She really can't expect him to change coffee into milk because of his few words.

However, Han Muzi still didn't give up. She was more worried about what happened to Tingchen's body than that of yetingchen.

She picked up the milk cup in front of her. After thinking about it, she couldn't help asking, "well... If you don't drink milk, why don't I make you a cup of tea?"

Night Tingchen frowned.

"Tea is very good. It can refresh you as much as coffee, and it can keep you healthy. It's much better than coffee."

In fact, coffee is not a bad thing, but Tingchen drinks coffee too often at night.

Night Tingchen finally looked at her unhappily, and his cold breath became publicized, "do you want to be dismissed?"

Han Muzi: "

Well, she counselled.

Finally she left the office with a milk cup.

I'm going to the tea room again to make coffee for yetingchen.

Knowing the antecedents, sister Lin waited at the door of the secretary room for the consequences.

When Han Muzi came back and passed the door of the Secretary's room with a milk cup, sister Lin came up with a smile, "you know it's wrong? You've only been on duty for two days and want to change our boss's habits. I advise you to give up this idea in the future. There are few such people... Tut tut."

She shook her head and looked in the direction of Wei Chi Shen's office.

"It's not something that ordinary people can shake, and..."

If she didn't say, Han Muzi wouldn't ask. But she said half and stopped. Han Muzi had a good idea and looked at her suspiciously: "and what?"

"And even if you really shake him one day, it won't last long."

Han Muzi's eyebrows wrinkled, "what do you mean you can't last long?"

Sister Lin didn't say any more, but took a meaningful look at the milk cup in her hand and said with a smile, "well, will Shenshao let you change it into coffee? Go and change it quickly, so as to save Shenshao from waiting. I'm really angry."

"Oh." Han Muzi lowered her head and walked towards the tea room.

Sister Lin looked at her back, but began to think deeply.

Yesterday, Han Muzi said in front of her that it had nothing to do with Shenshao, but she actually believed it, so she had to reflect.

Even if the two have no relationship, they are not so simple.

She said she was not interested in Shenshao, but the worries and concerns at the time of eyebrows and eyes were all revealed. This kind of emotion is not like love alone. It's like... They have a very good and close relationship.

Well, we'll have to observe it for a while.

Han Muzi went to the tea room and made a cup of coffee for yetingchen again. She secretly cut down the material because she was worried about his body.

As for the glass of milk he didn't want, Han Muzi had to drink it himself.

After drinking, he brought the coffee back to the office.

"Here comes the coffee." she feebly put the coffee on his desk.

Hearing her feeble voice, yetingchen could almost imagine her depressed appearance. Somehow, a faint smile flashed across the bottom of his dark eyes, even he didn't notice it.

Han Muzi stood there and saw him take a sip of coffee. Then he frowned quickly and put down the cup.

"It's light."

He looked up at her and was stunned.

She stood in front of herself with a plain face and very simple clothes. Her skin was white to shiny, her eyes were clear, and the key thing was... Her pink lips were stained with white milk stains.

Night Tingchen narrowed his long and narrow eyes and showed a sharp look.

Just now he said that she was rewarded with that glass of milk.

She really drank it.

Oh, what an obedient woman.

Looking at the white milk stain, yetingchen subconsciously got up and wiped the white on her lips.

The feeling of skin contact made the two people stunned at the same time. Han Muzi also saw the white stain on his fingertips, so she quickly stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and stared incredulously.

Shit, she was angry just now and drank the milk directly. She didn't think about anything else. Unexpectedly... She left a trace in the corner of her mouth.

Night Tingchen stared at the white on his fingertips and suddenly reflected what he had just done. A fierce look flashed across the bottom of his dark eyes. He said coldly, "you can go out."

Han Muzi: "I..."

"Not yet?" he narrowed his eyes and stared at her unhappily.

Han Muzi didn't know what he was thinking. She bumped into her heart and left the office with messy steps.

After they left, yetingchen stared at his fingertips in a daze.

After a while, he took out his handkerchief, erased the marks on his fingertips, and then wiped them repeatedly.

Yes, that's it.

He should be like this. No matter who meets him, he should avoid it and eliminate those traces, not like now

Like a demon, seeing the trace left by the corner of her lips, he stretched out his hand to erase it for her.

This is not what he should do.

Night Tingchen pursed his thin lips and threw the wiped handkerchief into the nearby trash can indifferently.

People left, everything around returned to normal.