I'm not a coquettish slut after all [Quick Transmigration]

I don't know if the deer whip soup really works. The CEO feels much better in the afternoon, and at night, he can already stand up on his own.

Mu Qing is like a little follower with unlimited energy, he will follow the CEO wherever he goes.

When the CEO went to the toilet, Mu Qing squatted outside and waited. When the CEO came out of the toilet, he saw Mu Qing squatting at the door with his head bowed.

"Why are you following me?" The CEO picked Mu Qing up and made him stand still.

"No." Mu Qing lowered her head, intertwining the fingers of both hands.

The CEO couldn't see Mu Qing's expression, he held Mu Qing's entangled hands with one hand, and lifted Mu Qing's chin with the other.

Mu Qing cast her eyes down, but she didn't look at the CEO, "He said he was fine, why didn't he look at me."

The chief executive's tone was calm, and he thought he was extremely gentle. Unexpectedly, Mu Qing burst into tears, and big drops of tears hit the chief executive's hands. His lips were slightly parted, hiccupping because of crying urgently.

The CEO felt that there was something wrong with his hand, as if it was connected to his heart. Mu Qing's tears made his heart shrink, and it felt warm and painful.

"What's the matter?" He was a little anxious.

Mu Qing sobbed and said: "I, I am, I heard you called Zhang Ping just now." Zhang Ping is Mu Qing's manager, and he is also the one who personally sent Mu Qing to the CEO's bed. Qing still remembers that the CEO called Zhang Ping to "retire" herself from the very beginning.

"Are you sure you heard everything?" the CEO asked.

Mu Qing raised his head in confusion, "Ah?" He stopped listening when he heard the chief executive called Zhang Ping's name. Could it be that the chief executive called because he was dissatisfied with him?

This is simply a big oolong!He thought he was about to lose such a useful "tool", and he cried for nothing just now.

"Little fool, I told him that you will follow me from now on. I have a house near the company, and you will move there tomorrow." The CEO smiled, thinking that his personality was extraordinary, which made Mu Qing very reluctant to part with him.

Although the chief executive misunderstood Mu Qing's true "intention", but the same goal by different routes, everyone is happy.

It is much more convenient for two people to "talk about it".

The CEO said to Mu Qing: "You can sleep here tonight or go home. I have to go back to the company to deal with some matters. Zhang Ping will contact you tomorrow morning to help you move."

Mu Qing thought for a while: "You're not here, I'll go home."

Pleased by Mu Qing's words, the CEO took Mu Qing's hand and said, "Then I'll take you home."

Mu Qing obediently followed the chief executive out, feeling very melancholy. He didn't know when the next time he would drive with the chief executive. It seemed that he would have to recover for a while. As expected, he couldn't catch all the money. It was too bad and not worthwhile. In the future, he must advance After calculating the tolerance of the CEO, he might be able to do it every day.

"Hehehe." Thinking of this, Mu Qing was happy again.

"What are you smirking at?" The CEO patted Mu Qing's head happily.He thought to himself that Mu Qing must be so happy because he was going to move to his own home.

"Are you going to move?" Not really.

The idea was confirmed, and the big boss was very proud. This little thing really has only me in his heart.

The two walked outside the hotel and waited for the parking boy to drive out the car.

It was just dark, and there were many people on the street, most of whom had just left work. The bright street lights clearly printed everyone's shadows on the ground, shortening and lengthening.

Mu Qing looked around strangely, full of desire to explore everything, and he also saw his own shadow, following wherever he went, no wonder there is an idiom called like a shadow.

The chief executive is taller than Mu Qing, and his shadow is naturally bigger than Mu Qing's shadow. Mu Qing deliberately stepped on the shadow of the chief executive, from head to toe, enjoying himself very much.

If the parking guy hadn't already driven the car over, he probably could have played all night.

"Get in the car." The CEO opened the co-pilot's door for Mu Qing, and waited for Mu Qing to sit in and close the door before sitting in the driver's cab.

"I really don't know how you grew up, shadows are so fun?" The CEO never admitted that he enjoyed watching Mu Qing play with shadows.

Mu Qing's eyes sparkled, "It's fun." He was not naive, it was just his first physical form, and he was more excited to see everything.

"where is your house?"

Mu Qing searched her memory and told the address to the CEO.

With a smile on the corner of the CEO's mouth, he skillfully started the car, the body trembled slightly, attracting Mu Qing's gaze.

Mu Qing looked at the rapidly retreating building, looked at the CEO holding the steering wheel, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Is it fun to drive?" It looks very good.

"Guess." The CEO teased him.

"I think it's fun, and I should also get a driver's license." Mu Qing thought it would be more convenient to drive by himself, and he could go wherever he wanted.

"Do you have a car?"

"Uh...it doesn't seem to be. If I had money, I wouldn't be taken care of by you." He is a poor starlet now, and he has no money to buy a car.

Mu Qing immediately thought of one thing.

"That's right, I was adopted by you, won't you buy me a car?" Mu Qing stared at the CEO with round eyes, her voice was full of disbelief, this foster person is not qualified.

The CEO stretched out his hand and patted Mu Qing's head, "Your little head is quite flexible, it's not impossible to ask me to buy you a car, you have to please me."

"To please you?" Mu Qing covered her head to prevent being hit by the CEO again.

"To please you means having sex with you, right?" Mu Qing felt that she had understood correctly.

This is not a trivial matter, and it hits his heart, "Tell me, how many times?" Mu Qing waved his hands proudly, as if possessed by a domineering president.