YM778.TV Chapter 580
"You care about me?"
Han Muzi: "it\'s just
She looked at him for a long time and looked out of the window.
"When I ask nothing."
She didn\'t want to admit that she cared about him, but he bought breakfast for himself, but he didn\'t buy his own. It\'s easy to feel guilty about this kind of thing to anyone?
She took out the milk and took a sip. The warm liquid slid down her throat and into her stomach. After taking a bite of the omelet, she suddenly squeezed the bag she had brought out.
Do you want it for him?
Anyway, she made the sandwich for him subconsciously.
Or Just give it to him?
If he said that, he would say it was a gift in return?
But how to think, Han Muzi can\'t take it.
The car drove quietly along the way until she got to the downstairs of the company. Han Muzi had already eaten the egg rolls and milk into her stomach. She took a tissue to wipe the corners of her lips.
"Thank you."
After thanking her, she planned to open the door and get out of the car, but suddenly she thought of something.
"By the way, are you going to drive my car back to the neighborhood?"
Night Mo deep pursed thin lips, voice cold way: "do not go to the community, to the company."
"To the company?" Han Muzi couldn\'t help but stare at her car and said, "are you going to drive my car? Are you sure? "
Although her car is not particularly bad, compared with the car that ye Moshen usually drives, her own car is really not even comparable with that of him, and there is a great difference in price.
He drives his own car to the company, don\'t you think it\'s Ramen?
"What\'s the problem?" Night Mo deep lift eyes to sweep her one eye: "I come to pick you up after work, pay attention to their own safety."
Han Muzi: "it\'s just
It seems that he is really here. He suddenly remembered what he said to himself last night. He said that he would stay by his side until the investigation was clear. It seems that he really did what he said.
It\'s just Isn\'t he tired of picking himself up all the time?
Han Muzi squeezed the bag in her hand, and suddenly felt guilty. She thought about it and handed it to him.
"For you."
Night Mo deep eyebrows and eyes with a color of doubt, put his hand to take the bag in the past, not waiting for him to open his mouth to ask himself, Han Muzi himself first explained.
"I made my own breakfast, but didn\'t you bring me breakfast? So I can\'t eat this one Here you are. "
"Two?" Ye Mo looks at the two sandwiches in the bag. A faint smile appears in the dark eyes, and the thin lips are slightly hooked: "do you eat so much?"
"Yes I usually eat double breakfast. What\'s the problem? "
The more you explain, the more you feel guilty? Han Muzi saw his bad smile in the corner of his lips. He couldn\'t stand him. He bit his teeth and said, "I\'ll go up first. Do you like to eat or not?"
Then closed the door, turned around and left, leaving only a shadow of the night.
In a hurry, she quickly entered the company gate and disappeared into the night\'s sight.
Finally can\'t feel the line of sight, Han Muzi just breathed a sigh of relief.
Into the elevator, upstairs, Han Muzi went directly to his office.
Not long after she sat down, her mobile phone rang, a wechat prompt.
Han Muzi opened to have a look, is the night Mo deep sends the short message.
Short, only four words.
I remember. }
did he remember? Han Muzi has some doubts. What does he remember?
Han Muzi wrinkled show eyebrows, holding the mobile phone, thinking about how to reply night Moshen, thought, she still put down the mobile phone, decided not to pay attention to him.
*
when Xiaoyan came to work, she was surprised to see that Han Muzi was already in the office.
"So early? I thought You\'re not coming to the company today. " Xiaoyan directly sat down beside her, and then squeezed her: "Xiaomi Dou asked me for a long time last night. Who was the man in the office yesterday?"
Listen, Han Muzi breathes.
"Xiaomi Dou asked?"
"But he told me not to tell you, for fear that you might be troubled, and that he wanted you to ask him to keep it secret."
Han Muzi said Little bad thing, I told him to keep it secret, and he told you? "
Xiaoyan said discontentedly: "even if it is to keep secret, it is also to keep secret from outsiders. I am not an outsider. I have lived with you for so many years, what can\'t you tell me. What\'s more, I know better than you yourself about your affair with Yemo Shen. "
"Better than I am?"Xiaoyan shuddered, stretched out her finger and pinched it: "hee hee, I know things that are a little less than you ~"
Han Muzi was helpless, shook his head, took up his pen and opened the data, and asked casually: "don\'t tell me about me, tell me about you, how are you developing with my brother? After he refused you, did you take any action when you lived in the Han family these two days? "
Mention this, the expression on Xiao Yan\'s face gets depressed.
"Don\'t mention it. Since your brother refused me that day, he now regards me as a transparent person. He sent me and Xiaomi Dou to school in the morning, but he ignored me all the time. When I got off the bus, the driver reminded me. When I left He didn\'t look at me either
Speaking of this, Xiaoyan lowered her head and pursed her lips.
"Muzi, am I really bad? That\'s why your brother turned me down without even thinking about it. Now you even feel superfluous to look at me? I sometimes It\'s really sad. And I also feel very shameless. Obviously, he refused me, but I pretended that he didn\'t refuse me, and I always followed Xiaomi Dou back to the Han family
With that, Xiaoyan held his head in agony and cried, "I think I\'m no different from that kind of woman now. In your brother\'s eyes, I must be a very annoying one."
Looking at such a small Yan, Han Muzi suddenly felt distressed and couldn\'t help reaching out to touch her head.
"Why? You are so excellent, my brother just hasn\'t found your advantages, and To be honest. Do you think Secretary Su is not excellent? But Even she didn\'t get my brother\'s favor. So... "
"So what?"
"I guess my brother, maybe he doesn\'t understand feelings?" Han Muzi held his chin in his hand and turned his pencil in the other hand. He analyzed: "otherwise, how could he have never had a girlfriend? I can tell from his tone, because I was lost when I was a child, and my mother died of illness because of my affairs. This family was supported by my brother himself, so He should have been under a lot of pressure. I think he always lives for others... "