Don’t Turn from Summer

"Cold summer? Frosty summer?"

"Huh?" She was shocked, raised her head from the computer, and saw her sister Zhang in the department. She stood at the table and looked at her with a smile.

"What are you looking at? So immersed." Sister Zhang asked.

"Oh, I'm working on some data." Mu Hanxia groaned her head, in fact, she was in a daze just now, "Sister Zhang, what's the matter?"

Sister Zhang laughed extraordinarily kindly, and pointed behind her. Only then did Mu Hanxia see that Meng Gang and the manager were standing in the mouth of the marketing department and were talking about something. Mu Hanxia shook like an electric shock in her heart, and barely laughed, "Why is President Meng here?"

Sister Zhang replied: "The performance has been so good these days. President Meng said that everyone in the marketing department would have a drink. This is not the case, I have all given the money. Go and buy it.

"Hey." Mu Hanxia busy took the money and stood up, and when she went out, she lowered her head, "Mr. Meng is good, manager is good."

The manager smiled and said, "Go buy a drink, go quickly."

And Meng Gang only murmured, that voice fell into Mu Hanxia's ears, and it was particularly low and casual, and he didn't look at her.

Mu Han Xia Fei stepped downstairs likewise.

Crossing the road downstairs, there is a nice cafe. Mu Hanxia usually rarely enters here because it is expensive. But the taste is really delicate and attractive.

In the afternoon, the sunlight of May was clear on the road outside. There are not many people in the cafe. The music is soft and the fragrance is strong. Mu Hanxia stood in front of the bar and ordered more than ten drinks in one breath. You don't have to pay for it yourself, and you have a little arrogance, and the stagnation and chaos in your heart seems to ease up a bit.

She looked down at the delicate pastries on the counter and thought: give yourself some comfort.

"Are there chestnut cakes?" She asked.

The waiter said sorry, "Sorry, the chestnut cake has just been sold out, and the new one will have to wait ten minutes. Do you want it?"

Mu Hanxia thought about it and said, "That's all right." She always liked chestnut-flavored things. The chestnut cake here, she also ate the blood two or three times, and the taste was her favorite.

Finally, on the recommendation of the clerk, she ordered Tiramisu at her own expense, ordered another glass of fruit juice, and found a place to sit in a quiet corner, waiting for the clerk to pack while eating.

Thinking of what happened yesterday morning, Mu Hanxia still had a boiling heart and could not calm down. She lowered her head and looked at her hands. The hands were still white and slender, but the palms had thin cocoons. And Meng Gang just held it like this. What kind of thought did he have on her? Where does he want to put her?

As he was fascinated, he heard the bell at the door "Ding Dong" and someone came in.

She looked up and saw Lin Mochen in a black suit and black shirt, walking in calmly.

Mu Hanxia stared at him.

He also saw her, but as if he hadn't seen it, he went straight to the bar to order food.

Mu Hanxia kept his head down like a mountain, and continued to drink juice and cake.

Footsteps were approaching, and a black suit flashed. Holding the plate, he sat across from her desk and was less than 0.5 meters away from her.

And there was a freshly baked chestnut cake on his plate.

Mu Hanxia completely threw the little entanglement with Meng Gang out of the clouds. She looked at the elite temperament all over her, and began to tap Lin Mochen who was coffee, and in her head came the text message she sent him yesterday:

How are you biting me?

...

"So many seats, why are you sitting here?" She said.

"Why not?" He said indifferently.

Mu Hanxia simply stopped talking.

After a while, he heard his voice again, "Why help Meng Gang?"

Mu Hanxia froze and looked up at him strangely: "I don't help Meng Gang, can I help you?"

He looked directly at her, and the sun shone clear from his eyebrows. The eyebrows were straight and narrow, and the bridge of the nose was also straight.

"Yes." He replied, "Good birds choose wood to live, and you should stand on my side."

Suddenly Mu Hanxia didn't know how to answer the word, this man was arrogant and arrogant. And obviously he owes her, why is it now that she owes him?

"I'm not a poultry." She whispered, "I don't understand the truth you said."

This is a bit swearing.

Lin Mochen: "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Mu Hanxia lowered her head quickly, smiled, picked up a small spoon and sipped the cake.

The sound of music lingered softly in the ears, and the man on the opposite side was no longer vocal. The familiar delicate fragrance permeated between the teeth, Mu Hanxia took a bite and a bite, and suddenly noticed that Lin Mochen took another look at her, and the look was a little difficult to describe.

Mu Hanxia suddenly reacted, looking at the cake that was about to be eaten by herself.

Damn, I ate it wrong. This is his chestnut cake.

Because the table was small and their meals were close together, she was absent-minded just now, and chestnut cake was her favorite, so she stopped eating and eating ...

Mu Hanxia was very embarrassed, and suddenly dropped his spoon: "This ..."

"Does it feel particularly good to eat something from someone else's bowl?" He said.

Mu Hanxia's face was all red. Staring at him, she raised her hand and called the waiter: "Give him another chestnut cake!"

He doesn't speak. Mu Hanxia calmed down and ate everything she wanted. She had to eat 15 yuan. Who knows, after taking two more sips, he said again: "I also used this spoon."

Mu Hanxia: "..." Immediately dropped the spoon, and then he heard his bland voice again: "I used things that I don't like to be used by others."

Mu Hanxia really wanted to baffle him with cake. He saw her eating the wrong cake and using the wrong spoon tomorrow morning, but he deliberately waited until now. Also said twice.

There was a faint smile in Lin Mochen's eyes. Mu Hanxia knew she was in a bad position. She could not bear her temper and embarrassment. She just thought of getting up, but she heard a gentle voice behind her: "Jason, how long have you been? This is ..."

Lin Mochen raised his head, and Mu Hanxia looked around, and saw the woman that night, the chairman of the Yongzheng Group, Qian Weicheng Weiwei, standing behind them. She wore casual clothes but still looked tall and tall. Her face was still pale, and her right arm was bandaged, but her makeup was delicate and her smile was shallow.

At the moment of seeing Mu Hanxia's face, Cheng Weiwei froze a moment, then nodded to her, showing a decent smile.

Mu Hanxia nodded politely to her, but thought to herself, this woman, like Lin Mochen, exuded a sense of supremacy. She felt that she should go.

Lin Mochen stood up and opened the chair for Cheng Weiwei. Mu Hanxia gave him a glance, alas, there was grace now.

"This is Mu Hanxia." Lin Mochen briefly introduced them to them, "Cheng Weiwei."

Mu Hanxia: "Hello." He said politely to Lin Mochen, "I'm leaving now." Lin Mochen looked at her and nodded. Who knew that at this time, Cheng Weiwei suddenly said, "Mu Hanxia? You are the sixth student in the sixth school?"