Han Muzi just went to send the document back, saw Lin elder sister standing at the door of the secretary room, her face did not look very good.
"Sister Lin?"
Sister Lin looked at her with some disappointment.
"I thought you were a serious man."
Hearing this, Han Muzi felt a pang of thump in his heart, and then asked, "sister Lin, what happened?"
"What did I tell you when I asked you to clean the office of Shenshao in the morning?"
Han Muzi recalled, and then read out according to what she said: "sister Lin said deep love less clean, can not see dust."
"Did you do it?"
Han Muzi nodded: "of course, how can I not do it?"
God knows that she has been doing her best for this career.
"Are you sure you did?" Sister Lin narrowed her eyes and looked at Han Muzi. Her eyes were clear and there were no other impurities. It didn't look like she was lying. Didn't she really mean to be lazy? But if you clean up, why does Shen Shao still get angry?
Thinking about it, sister Lin can only say: "you go with me."
Han Muzi can only keep up with her step, two people together to the president's office, along the way, Han Muzi is very nervous, won't be fired the next day, right?
Isn't all her previous efforts in vain?
No, she can't be fired. She has to do something about it.
So Han Muzi thought a lot of ways to deal with it in her heart, but I don't know if it's because she's too anxious. Her head is so blank that she can't think of anything.
To the office door, Han Muzi's heart rate has begun to accelerate.
The office door is not closed, so open, Lin sister or politely knocked on the door, "deep less?"
A deep male voice came out of the room without any temperature, "come in."
Cold air pressure, the whole office is filled.
Sister Lin closed her eyes and obviously didn't want to touch the mold. She took a deep breath and then showed a smile. She turned to Han Muzi and said, "deep little call you in."
Han Muzi: "it's just
Although she is smiling, she looks strange. What's going on?
"Sister Lin, that..."
Sister Lin didn't give her a chance to speak. She took her arm and pushed her in. She whispered: "you're asking for more happiness. Come on."
Han Muzi didn't come and ask the question he wanted to ask, but sister Lin disappeared, leaving her in place.
"What's the pestle doing there?" Han Muzi's back suddenly cools when the cold male voice comes. He turns back to Mo Shen's dark eyes at night. Han Muzi is surprised and hears him say: "don't roll over to see what you've done."
She?
Han Muzi didn't know what good things she had done, but listening to the tone of yemoshen was certainly not a good thing, so she went to night Moshen.
"Deep Less. "
When calling this sentence, she is still very awkward, but there is no way, do as the Romans do, who let him now have been named?
Han Muzi walked to him not far away and looked at him suspiciously.
As soon as she approached, the fragrance of her body lingered again. Her breath was all her own. Night deep is not have not smelled the woman's smell, but this strange woman's body's smell how does not dislike?
Glancing at her, she was looking at herself with clear eyes. Her face was innocent, and she didn't seem to have come to admit her mistake.
Night Mo Shen pointed to the window sill.
Han Muzi then quickly went over, looked at it carefully, found that there was no problem, so he said: "it's very clean here, no dust."
He tolerated his temper and narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure?"
Han Muzi: "not sure."
The night is not deep
It's really fast.
Taking advantage of his silent moment, Han Muzi admitted his mistake without saying a word.
"I review it. I don't do it seriously. I'll clean it up again immediately!"
No matter what happens, it's right to admit it first. She can't go against him now.
Don't wait for night Mo deep reaction, Han Muzi then went out of the office to get the cleaning tools, and then came back to prepare to clean the office again.
She rubbed the windowsill with a damp cloth and studied what was wrong with the window.
Is studying, behind the voice of the night.
"Coffee."
Han Muzi Leng for a moment, and then turn his head to see him.
Her action lets night Mo deep frown, displeased: "do not understand?"
"I'll go at once!" She put down her wet cloth and quickly left the office.
Ye Mo looks at her thin back and finds that she limps at a very small frequency. If you don't look at it carefully, you can't see it at all, and Probably because she walked too fast.Did she hurt her foot?
As soon as this thought flashed, Mo Shen of the night narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the dark flow surged under his dark eyes.
Damn it.
What is he thinking?
Han Muzi went to the tea room and made a cup of coffee for Mo at night. In fact, he was very happy.
Although he frowned when he drank coffee yesterday, she seemed to have another cup later. He didn't dislike himself, which showed that she had the right dose yesterday.
However, to prevent problems, this time to night deep coffee, Han Muzi or secretly tasted a mouthful.
Sure, Han Muzi brought coffee to him.
Night Mo Shen has opened the notebook to deal with the work, Han Muzi put down the coffee for him, see he did not say anything, then quickly went to scrub the windowsill.
The window sill is very wide and very big. It is paved with a thin layer of cushion. Han Muzi finds that the quality of the cushion is very good, and the color is monotonous. Can't it be that he picked it by himself?
Thinking, she curiously bent down and picked up a corner of the mat to have a look.
It's OK not to look at it, but she found that there is a layer of light ash under the mat, which is more obvious under the sunlight. She reaches out her finger and rubs it, and the white fingertip is instantly stained with dust.
Seeing this, Han Muzi suddenly realized.
It turns out that He was referring to the ash under the mat.
Han Muzi slightly depressed under the dust to wipe, and then look back, just to see night Mo Shen raised his hand, holding a cup of coffee.
At the moment, the sun is just right. He looks beautiful in the office, sipping coffee gracefully, and is reflected with the office with style, just like a beautiful man drawn by a famous writer.
Han Muzi's heart read a move, thought of that cup of coffee or his first drink it.
He didn't know what he had drunk.
Originally, she didn't want to do this, but when she thought about the relationship between ye Moshen and herself, she felt that it would not be good to have a drink first.
Thinking of this, Han Muzi's lips gradually spread a smile.
Instead of putting everything he didn't know in front of him and telling him that you had to accept it because that's the truth.
"Good looking?"
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