said don't mess with me

Wei Zhen's words made Mu Xia's hair stand on end.

What kind of baby is she?

Are you a reckless little baby who changes ways every day to find excitement?

Alas.

bad.

"Why don't you just forget it." Mu Xia backed down in his heart.

Wei Zhen tilted her head and pointed to the neighbor, and said in a low voice, "The number one in your family seems to be someone who can listen and refuse?"

Mu Xia ignored the words 'your family', and shook his head honestly, "It's not like that." Han Qing saw that it was the kind of 'powerful person' who gave an order and dragged out whoever was disobedient.

"Since you know it, change it obediently." Wei Zhen pinched Mu Xia's forehead with her palm, pushed her into the curtain and said, "I will ask Ah Shi to put on a beautiful makeup for you later, so that I can also see what a little fairy is. "

Mu Xiaxin said that it might make your fantasy about fairies shattered.

Having said that, Mucha still took out the skirt and hung it up, and changed his clothes seriously.

Then she discovered that what Han Qingshi gave her was a tube top dress.

Coincidentally.

She was wearing a pink and pink bra today, the color difference was too obvious, and she couldn't stop it at all.

Hey.

Mucha sighed in despair.

She should check the almanac carefully when she goes out today.

Just lift your foot and step on thunder.

outside.

Wei Zhen didn't see Mu Xia for a long time, so she leisurely walked over with a foundation brush and a mirror and asked, "Do you want my sister to help?"

Mucha couldn't refuse, "Thank you." She said, as a tacit consent.

Wei Zhen was taken aback, she really didn't expect Mu Xia to agree so easily.

She's just here to have fun, otherwise she wouldn't bring a meal here so dishonestly.

Wei Zhen fumbled up and down, but couldn't find the pocket, so she turned her head and said to Mucha, "Wait a minute, I'll put something in."

Mucha, "Okay."

Wei Zhen walked quickly to the dressing table.

Turning around again, Han Qingshi had already come out of the fitting room, wearing a starry blue floor-length dress with high slits on the side, which she dressed elegantly and romantically.

"Hoo!" Wei Zhen whistled at Han Qing in a hurry, admiring without concealing, "If I were a man, my legs would be too weak to walk by now."

Han Qingshi ignored her nasty words, turned around and walked straight to Mucha.

Wei Zhen smiled and said nothing, hummed an out-of-tune song, and went back to continue putting on her makeup.

Inside, Mucha is standing in front of the bright mirror, worrying.

Seeing the curtain being lifted from the corner of her eye, she subconsciously thought it was Wei Zhen, so she didn't look up, and said depressedly, "Sister Wei Zhen, what should I do if the underwear is exposed?"

"Let me see." The person who came in said.

Mucha looked up in surprise when he heard a familiar voice.

In the mirror, Han Qingshi's long skirt dragged the floor, and the hem of the skirt shone with the light of his steps, as if stepping on the stars, slowly coming from the distant night sky.

Mucha stared blankly.

It wasn't until Han Qing stood still behind him that his warm fingertips touched the bare skin on his shoulders before he woke up. He hurriedly looked away from her and said unnaturally, "Why is it you?"

Han Qing lowered his head, his eyes lingering on her smooth and young skin for a long time, "Don't you like it?" she asked.

"..." What's the answer?It doesn't fit right or left.

Mucha pursed her lips, and said another way, "I thought you were still changing clothes."

"It's ready, this set is simple." Han Qingshi stood sideways, her skirt was thrown aside by her, because of the high slit, almost the entire right leg was exposed, slender, straight, and shining white.

Mucha remembered that the lines of these legs were particularly beautiful when they were exerting force...

A blood-boiling image flashed through my mind.

Mucha blushed and quickly escaped from sight.

Her movements were so obvious that Han Qingshi could detect them even without raising her head. She asked, "Doesn't it look good?"

How could it not look good.

The long hair is like a waterfall, and the long skirt flutters, so beautiful!

But she can't be too exaggerated and appear unsteady.

Mucha warned himself so.

She looked up at Han Qing pretending to be calm.

After a while, he said solemnly: "No, just feel it, it's not your style."

This skirt has simple lines and a soft style, which doesn't match Han Qingshi's identity as the GN boss, but it fits perfectly with the elegant and soft person with lowered eyebrows and downcast eyes...

"What do you think I should look like?" Han Qing raised his eyes and looked at Mucha in the mirror.

Looking at each other, Mucha unconsciously lowered his voice, "...I don't know." Their relationship was just that night, how much can they understand?

Han Qingshi didn't speak, and looked at Mu Xia quietly.

Suddenly, she hooked Mucha's shoulder strap with her fingers, lifted it up vigorously, and asked her, "Is the size suitable? Will it fall off normally?"

"???" What a private, weird and humiliating question!

She is B!

ok!

What kind of wind blows the self-confidence that makes Han Qingshi feel that B will sometimes be unable to hold on!

Hmm... he is C, so he doesn't need Xiefeng's encouragement.

Mu Xia clenched his fists and justified his name with a smirk, "It's super suitable! It won't drop at all!"

"Yeah." Han Qing responded, and calmly slid his fingertips along the shoulder strap behind Mucha, and said, "Let me try to remove the shoulder strap for you. If it doesn't come off, you'll be fine."

Mucha gritted his fine teeth, "Thank you!"

Han Qingshi slightly bent one leg, bowed his upper body, and skillfully picked off the back two places.

Underwear, fingertips will inevitably touch Mucha.

One touch.

Neither of the two of them spoke, nor did they react too much, which was naturally outrageous.

When it was the front's turn, Mu Xia resolutely avoided Han Qing, and hid aside to do it by himself.

On the side that Han Qingshi couldn't see, Mu Xia's fair cheeks quietly turned peachy.

The two places on the back where Han Qingshi had touched were warm and annoying.

Han Qing could not see Mu Xia's expression.

She just leaned against the mirror, looking at her unscrupulously.

she is skinny.

But... the whole body is incredibly soft.

Soon, Mu Xia turned around after taking off the shoulder straps, the heat on his face was still there.

Han Qing stood up straight, asked Mu Xia to face the mirror, walked behind her again and said, "Take a breath, I will zip up, try it to see if it feels uncomfortable."

"Oh." Mucha complied.

After a slight sound, Han Qing raised his wrist, wrapped Mu Xia's hair with both hands, pulled it all behind him, exposing his straight shoulder bones, then raised his eyes, looked at her in the mirror and said, "How do you feel?"

Mucha moved closer and then moved away, as if he didn't know the person in the mirror.

The waist is the waist, the face is the face, isn't it pretty?

Sure enough, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles.

However, the premise is that I must be naturally beautiful.

Mucha was amused by himself, and burst out laughing.

Han Qing asked when he heard the voice, "What are you laughing at?"

Mucha shook his head repeatedly, "No, no."

Han Qingshi didn't ask much, guessing that it was almost time, he asked Mu Xia to go out, and quickly put on makeup for her and himself.

Han Qingshi's technique is very skillful, the makeup looks natural and docile, which fits very well with his personality, Wei Zhen can't help but sigh again, "Compared to you, I'm just a handicap."

Han Qingshi didn't have time to listen to her compliments, so he asked someone to bring a handbag, packed the changed clothes, and left.

Han Qingshi's status determines that she is the focus and number one no matter where she goes, and it is the same now.

Mucha seems to be very used to following behind.

Walking to the side of the car, Han Qing suddenly slowed down.

Wei Zhen quickly passed her, and then Mu Xia.

When passing by, Mucha heard her usual flat voice, "Follow me at night."

Mucha didn't understand, so, "Why?" She should have a lot of people to socialize with, how inconvenient is it to take her with her?

Han Qing turned against the light, and stared at Mu Xia with deep eyes, as if looking far, far away through her eyes, "I'm afraid that if you don't pay attention, you will disappear again."

Mucha wondered, why did Han Qingshi's tone sound like she would lose it?

But it's not just a birthday party, no matter how grand it is, it will only be within a few hundred square meters of activities, even if she really loses it, she won't be able to find it, so how can there be such a solemn order?It's not that a three-year-old child will be abducted.

Could it be a hint that she left without saying goodbye that morning?

Well, kind of vengeful.

Mu Xia's ears were hot, and when he was embarrassed to look at Han Qing, he turned his head to one side and hummed: "Okay."

Han Qing said 'hmm', and continued walking to the car with her.

Grandpa Wei Zhen lived frugally for most of his life, and when he reached his prime, he didn't care about such vain forms of birthday parties. If he had to decide for himself, the whole family would sit together and have a casual meal.

But social status is there, and there is a saying that people often say, "I listen to my parents when I am young, and listen to my children when I am old." The old man really couldn't persuade a few children, so he reluctantly agreed with them to organize a birthday party for himself. .

I only invited close relatives and friends, and didn't book a hotel specifically. The location was chosen in my spare villa.

After arriving at the destination, Mu Xia followed Han Qingshi's instructions and followed her every step of the way.

Watch her methodically doing Tai Chi with those old fritters in the mall.

From current political news to cutting-edge technology, she can answer any topic with ease.

Seeing her holding the cup in her plain hand, she smiled confidently and calmly.

……

This is the charm of mature women accumulated from rich experience.

very... well...

Mucha frowned, trying to find a suitable description from the scarce thesaurus.

After a while, she blinked and whispered, "Charming."