My first love with the boss

airport.

Blue Joe got off the plane.

The assistant pushed the suitcase behind him, and there was a shutter sound from time to time. LAN Qiao took a magic mirror and showed an elegant smile, allowing everyone to take enough photos.

She walked out of the airport. A group of jubilant fans greeted her outside the door. Tang Yuanyuan stood in the front and shouted, "Joe, Joe, Joe!"

Blue Joe was protected by his assistant and bodyguard, waved gracefully to the crowd, and stopped to sign for the fans in front.

Mu Wan stood far away from the crowd and looked at the memory of an introverted and shy girl who had transformed into an elegant and fashionable actress. Her heart was filled with emotion. Her former friends stood at the top of their respective fields, but she seemed to be sealed in a transparent cover. She could see the light, but could not touch it.

Blue Joe raised his head and looked around. Mu Wan was afraid of being seen by her. He hurried back a few steps, but he accidentally bumped into a person and stepped on each other's feet.

Mu Wan quickly turned around and kept apologizing: "sorry, sorry, did it hurt? I'm really sorry, I'm not the reason..."

The latter words were swallowed by Mu Wan. Her eyes moved up along the shoes and thighs, and saw a handsome, well-defined face.

Ink is moving!

Mo gradually frowned and looked at some more dust on his black and bright leather shoes, even his pants and feet. The whole person was suddenly a little bad.

It's her again!

He has seen her too many times today. He's really haunted.

Mu Wan followed his eyes and saw the dust on the shoes. Her heart was broken. Iron lion Tony's shoes were expensive. She whispered again, "I'm sorry, I just..."

In the middle of her words, she couldn't go on. The explanation seemed superfluous. She silently took out her paper towel and squatted down.

The ink gradually went, and the beautiful eyebrows frowned. It's like this again!

This is the case during the day. When she speaks, she stops talking. She doesn't even want to explain. What is this woman thinking?

A thin layer of anger welled up in his heart, and he stretched out his hand to pull up the half crouching mu.

Mu Wan was startled. Mo's gradually moving hand was a little hard, and firmly grasped her arm, which made her inexplicably nervous. Her heart was sour and astringent, and a strange emotion crossed her.

The ink gradually went, and her dark eyes stared at her slightly nervous face. The bottom of her heart suddenly relaxed and her anger dispersed.

He slowly took the tissue out of her hand and loosened her arm. "We're even. This kind of thing should be done by a man!"

He bent down his tall body and carefully wiped the dust off his shoes. His actions were elegant and meticulous, with good breeding, and looked pleasing to the eyes.

Some people are like this. They don't have to live in poetry. They are poetry themselves.

Mu Wan silently waited for Mo to clean up his shoes. He thought in his mind: should a man clean his shoes? Or don't you need her to clean his shoes?

For Mo Jianxing, she just wanted to get rid of any complex relationship and leave the simplest cooperative relationship. Therefore, she didn't want to owe him anything at all.

When Mo gradually wiped his shoes and threw the garbage into the trash can, Mu Wan said, "sorry to interrupt!" and moved to another corner, silently waiting for Tang Yuanyuan.

Ink's gradually moving eyes adhered to her back, and some memories vaguely recovered from her mind.