The Boss is Very Busy

Han Cong was still confused. He had already seen the indifferent and slender teenager walking forward. He gave the police a piece of something, and then walked straight to the girl in the middle.

He remembered that girl.

It's a waiter in a hot pot restaurant, because she looks pretty impressive.

He saw Shen Zhiqing walking in front of the girl, first squatted down and took out the handkerchief he never let anyone touch her and wiped the blood on her calf, then stood up, and the princess hugged her in the surprised eyes That girl.

At this time, Han Cong was already wondering if his eyes were blind, he grabbed Gu Feng's sleeve next to him, and asked in confusion what was in his heart.

"Gu Xiaofeng, am I blind?"

Gu Feng was also a little surprised, his sleeves were tucked, he glanced sideways at Han Cong, and his tone was calm.

"Don't worry, you are not blind."

"Fuck..." Han Cong opened his mouth wide, with his small flat head, like an iron man.

Is this world fantasy?

Brother Qing is hugging a girl?

Shen Zhiqing got into the police car with the girl in his arms, and then... he didn't return all night.

The young man's expression was calm, his unwavering eyes drooping slightly, and his curled eyelashes were beautifully curved. He slowly packed his things. Hearing Han Cong's voice, his eyes still couldn't make any waves.

Han Cong opened his eyes slightly, wondering when he watched him pack things out.

"Brother Qing, what are you doing?"

The man finally lifted his eyes lightly, his thin lips pursed lightly, his indifferent pupils were dark and calm, and he said flatly: "Move away."

Han Cong was surprised: "Where to move?"

The boy's white fingertips touched the storage box and put a stack of books on the shelf neatly and orderly. Hearing this, the person with deep eyebrows slightly tightened his eyes and repeated it again with a good temper.

"My girlfriend's house."

Han Cong: "??!"

"what?"

He felt as if he hadn't heard clearly, and asked again, and then he was strange to see that the other party didn't show any impatient expression, but his lips were slightly raised, and he repeated it with a good temper.

"My girlfriend's house."

Like five thunders, Han Cong stared with a shocked look on his face.

"Where is your girlfriend? It won't be... the girl yesterday?"

Without vocal refusal, the man nodded frankly, his expression still calm and calm, Han Cong looked at him, and inexplicably remembered the scene of seeing the young man looking worried and confused yesterday.

Can't tell how he feels, yesterday's Shen Zhiqing and his impression of Shen Zhiqing are not like a person at all.

Han Cong asked tentatively.

"Brother Qing, how long have you been dating?"

Obviously, the first time I went to the hot pot restaurant was only last week. Why did I go several times, and the two became boyfriend and girlfriend?

Especially now that I have started to organize my clothes to live together, this development seems to be a bit fast...

When Shen Zhiqing heard the words, his cold and delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, his eyes were as dark as ink, and his pupils had a beautiful and beautiful color.

The boy's movements still didn't stop. After finishing the book, he began to organize the others, and then replied coldly: "It didn't take long."

It is not long now.

Han Cong raised his eyebrows and asked without knowing what to say.

"Yesterday she...is your girlfriend okay?"

Shen Zhiqing raised his eyes and glanced at him indifferently, then turned his beautiful cheek, his fingertips touched the computer, and he quietly put the laptop away.

He whispered: "It's okay."