Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

She's only sensitive to that number.

Four.

It's not going to happen.

When Sheng looked back at Ji Yunan, "general Ji?"

He was lowering his head to light a cigarette. He didn't even look at her. He took a few puffs and then said, "do you know if it was the person who bullied you that night?"

"It was too dark that night. I didn't see it clearly."

Ji Yunan didn't hold much hope for her either, "people are here, how to deal with it is your business."

"Why?"

When Sheng brain a Meng, foolishly asked a stupid question.

As soon as I looked up, I saw that Ji Yunan was laughing, "company welfare, whatever you want to do, I'll support you when something goes wrong."

Shi Sheng has been independent for too long and hurt too much. She thinks she is not bad, but she will be moved by a casual word.

Since her parents' accident, she has never felt what it's like to have someone support her.

Ji Yunan looked at his watch. "You still have half an hour. I have a meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon."

When Sheng threw the spanner, Ji Yunan was not surprised. Women are soft hearted, timid and normal.

But as he was about to go out, he heard Shi Sheng whisper to himself: "I didn't say it earlier. I would have changed into a pair of high heels if I knew it earlier."

Ji Yunan's vision followed her words and fell to her feet along the woman's tight and symmetrical legs——

What Shi Sheng is wearing today is a pair of high heels with thick heels, which is not high.

"What are you going to change?"

"Thin heel, it hurts to kick."

Ji Yunan

He pressed his brow. "It hurts just as much when you use a spanner."

Shi Sheng smiles and kicks towards the person nearest to her without any mercy.

"Ouch."

The man screamed in pain, his hand was tied, and he could not cover it. He could only curl up as much as he could.

Ji Yunan coughed, told people to watch, and went outside.

Although the high heels of women are not strong, they are all men who suck at the most weak and weak places. They feel pain when they go down to Nandu.

The howling of the factory.

He looked back at the woman who was kicking hard

This is the last time.

He spent a lot of time on Shisheng, which is far more than the normal care for an employee.

……

It's still early to get out of the factory.

Ji Yunan drove to a good place to take a taxi, pulled over and stopped, "get off, you take a taxi back to the company."

He went to the hospital to see Mu Qinghuan. As soon as he got out of the elevator, he heard a melodious Cello Sound.

Ji Yunan stood in the same place for a while, waiting for the last note to fall, then walked past.

In the ward, Mu Qinghuan is trying to put the piano into the piano box, because his legs can't exert themselves, which makes him feel a bit hard.

"It's all like this. Why don't you have a good rest?"

Mu Qinghuan put the piano on his side and didn't see him come in.

Ji Yunan made a sudden noise, which startled her. As soon as she loosened her hand, Qin almost fell to the ground.

Regardless of her leg injury, her first reaction was to jump over and hold the piano, and then she fell down.

The man twisted his eyebrows and caught her quickly, together with the piano in her hand.

He helped Mu Qinghuan to put the piano into the box and cover it. "Do you want to stay in the hospital for another two months?"

Mu Qinghuan saw that he put the piano well and made sure that it would not fall down, so he moved his eyes to him with ease, "what's the matter with you? Don't you mean there will be a meeting at noon today? "

"I'm just driving by. Come and have a look."

Mu Qinghuan grinned shyly, "fortunately you came here, or today Qin will fall to the ground."

"If it doesn't work, just buy a new one."

Ji Yunan is not an artist. He doesn't understand the crazy paranoia of artists towards the things they depend on for survival.

In his opinion, cellos are all the same, and their sounds are no different.

Mu Qinghuan's piano is not too expensive. It's no pity to buy another one after falling.

Mu Qinghuan knows that Ji Yunan can't understand her mood, and she doesn't pursue this topic any more, because she knows that even if the argument goes on, Ji Yunan's idea can't be changed, and they are bound to quarrel.

She didn't want to quarrel with him.

"Yunan, have you eaten yet?"

"I've had some outside."

Mu Qinghuan's wound is a little painful, probably because the movement was too big just now, and he pulled the wound.

Ji Yunan looked down at his watch, as if he was going to leave.