said don't mess with me

In the overly quiet office, Mucha's heartbeat can almost be described as loud.

He could jump out of his mouth in a minute in a panic, but he still couldn't bear to stay too far away from Han Qing.

When Han Qing fell asleep, his breath seemed to be fragrant.

It was a floral fragrance that Mucha had never smelled before.

Gentle and delicate.

The smell makes people dizzy, the mouth and tongue are dry, and the unfamiliar mood that is about to move can't be suppressed.

The distance of a palm.

Mucha swallowed, and her tightly pursed lips moved.

It was not fully opened and suddenly it was forced to close again.

Han Qingshi raised his hand that was casually placed aside, supported her chin, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Here we come." Han Qingshi said.

Just woke up from a deep sleep, the sound is rustling, very textured.

The palm holding Mucha's chin was warm and soft.

"...!" Mu Xia woke up slowly, with heat rushing from his neck to his forehead.

Backed away in panic.

She forgot that she was squatting.

Stepping back, the back of the waist hit the edge of the coffee table heavily.

The sharp edges and corners pierced to the bones, causing her face to change suddenly due to the pain.

When Han Qing saw it, Shuzhan's brows tightened, enduring the dull feeling that was still entangled in the back of his head, he sat up quickly, pulled Mu Xia to his side, and asked, "Where is the knock?" Her voice was much more urgent than usual, Also fierce.

Mucha was not afraid, but was still a little embarrassed.

She glanced at the arm tightly held by Han Qingshi with dodge eyes, endured the stabbing pain in her lower back and said, "It's okay."

Han Qingshi obviously didn't believe it, so he directly lifted her onto the sofa, turned her back to him, and lifted her clothes with his hand.

Mu Xia's face turned pale, she pressed her hands desperately in front of her and pulled it down, and said stammeringly, "Han, Mr. Han, what are you doing?"

Han Qingshi didn't answer, only saw that the skin on Mu Xia's lower back was oozing blood.

She rolled Mucha's clothes over the wound, said in a deep voice, "Pinch it and don't move."

Mucha, "???" Are you revealing a little too much?She touched the bottom edge of her underwear!

Mu Xia didn't dare to move, his body was holding his clothes stiffly.

Han Qing got up, walked quickly to the desk, and searched for something in the drawer.

After a while, she took a few things and sat behind Mucha again.

Mu Xia kept the sitting posture just now and didn't dare to move, his eyeballs were able to float sideways so that he could roughly see what Han Qingshi had put on the table - a bottle of iodine, a pack of cotton swabs, and a band-aid.

Band-Aid looks a little familiar.

It was exactly the same as the one she posted for Han Qing when she cut the back of her hand when picking pears at the homestay.

Discovering this fact, Mucha's stiff body slowly relaxed.

Secretly wondering why Han Qingshi bought the same band-aid as hers.

As soon as the cotton swab touched the wound, he straightened up suddenly.

"Pain?" Han Qing asked from behind.

Mucha knew she couldn't fool her, so she nodded, "A little bit."

The people behind did not move for a long time.

Mucha didn't dare to turn around, but felt that the pressure on the sofa had eased.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle and cool wind passed over the burning wound.

It was Han Qingshi who was blowing.

One after another.

It seems that the pain is not so painful when the cotton swab is pressed again.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Mucha's restless heartbeat gradually calmed down with his breathing.

The corners of her straightened lips were raised high when she didn't know it, thinking: Boss Han is so careful in taking care of people.

After putting on the Band-Aid, Han Qingshi covered the iodophor, and walked to the trash can with the used cotton swab.

Mucha still kept her grip on the clothes, and when she turned around, she saw the girl's thin and flat waist.

Shining white.

It's too thin to grasp.

Han Qing looked at it for a few seconds, looked away, took out a wet towel to wipe his hands, and said calmly, "The clothes can be put down."

Mu Xia lowered his head, put it down hastily with a sound of "Yeah", and couldn't help but want to touch behind his clenched hands.

I want to touch the place that was blown by Han Qingshi.

Since she might look over at any time, she just endured it.

After wiping his hands, Han Qing bent his legs and leaned against the table, looked at Mu Xia, and asked her, "What did you do wrong while I was asleep?"

Mucha didn't dare to look at her, and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."

Han Qingshi's eyes moved down to Mu Xia's healthy and ruddy lips.

After a long silence, he spoke again, "I thought you wanted to kiss me secretly."

"!!!" Mucha rubbed his head and looked up, his cheeks were flushed, "I didn't!!!"

Han Qingshi's expression was flat, "Then what are you doing so close to me, and..." Han Qingshi raised his hand and tapped his thin white fingertips on his lips, "Why did you open your mouth?"

Mucha stopped.

That's right, she was only attracted by the scent on Han Qingshi's body, why did she open her mouth?

When she opened her mouth, her eyes seemed to be fixed on Han Qingshi's lips...

impossible!

Mucha didn't want to continue thinking, and said in a panic, "Didn't you say you want to report the progress of the project? Do you want to report now?"

Han Qingshi closed his dark eyes slightly, pressed down gently with his fingertips on the table, and then followed Mu Xia's words: "Well, let's start."

Han Qing walked around behind the table and sat down, with a serious expression on his face, his seriousness instantly lifted.

Mucha was infected, and immediately drove away the messy thoughts in his head, and took out the computer from his backpack.

Looking around, there is no projection device.

Then how would she demonstrate to Han Qingshi?

"Mr. Han, how can I demonstrate to you?" Mucha asked while holding the computer.

Han Qingshi reached out to take the remote control from the drawer and start the invisible projection.

Retract half of the movement and say to her, "Sit over here."

Mucha nodded, picked up the computer and walked towards her.

Just a chair.

She's still standing.

Mucha put the computer on the table, bent over, and logged into the JIRA account.

As soon as she entered, Han Qing, who was opposite her, stood up, walked to one side, supported the back of the chair that was slowly turning as she got up with one hand, and said, "Sit here."

Mucha looked up.

The first thing to notice is the expensive-looking leather seats, which must be very comfortable to sit on.

But, her ass doesn't seem that expensive.

"No, no, you sit, I'll just stand." Mucha said repeatedly.

Han Qingshi didn't answer, leaned sideways on the table, stretched out her arms with half-rolled sleeves, took her computer and put it on the opposite side.

Mucha, "..."

"Knock knock!" Seeing Mu Xia standing still in a daze, Han Qing tapped on the table with his fingers, "Let me wait for you?"

Where did Mucha have the courage?

She hurried over, stood in front of the seat, and sat down tentatively.

Huh.

Comfortable.

Mucha happily pulled the armrest twice, and leaned back stealthily.

Before the back touched him, Han Qing suddenly pressed his shoulder and said, "Don't you think the wound hurts?"

Mu Xia laughed awkwardly, sat up politely, pulled over the computer, and got to the point.

"In the past two weeks, our main work has been project construction and back-end development. By the end of get off work yesterday, nearly 40% of the business functions have been completed, including device access, time-series database operations..."

Mucha, who has put himself into work, loses his innocence and youthfulness, with a calm attitude and clear expressions, and he can explain complex issues clearly in just a few sentences, which is very general.

There was an invisible light covering her like this.

Han Qingshi was attracted, and the eyes that originally moved with Mu Xia's mouse gradually fell on her.

After the report was over, Mu Xia wanted to ask Han Qing if there was anything he didn't make clear.

Turning around, I realized that she didn't know when she leaned over the table, half-circling herself, getting very close, her deep eyes staring straight at her face, without leaving a trace.

Mu Xia's heart slammed, and his ears turned red in disappointment.

"Mr. Han, is there anything I didn't explain clearly?" Mu Xia asked boldly.

Without any embarrassment, Han Qing naturally withdrew his gaze from her face, looked at the computer, and asked her to slide the mouse up.

Mucha immediately followed suit, while shrugging his shoulders unobtrusively.

In this way, I still feel that there is a hot air on the left side of the back, which is in sharp contrast to the coolness exposed in the air on the right side.

"Are you in charge of the AI ​​system?" Han Qing asked.

Mucha, "Yes."

"Have you encountered any difficulties?"

"Technically, I haven't done it yet. I have done it in school. I have a little business. I have been communicating with our products and markets."

"Well, if you are unclear, ask in time. This is also a bright spot. If it is not done well, it will be no different from the mature platforms on the market."

"it is good."

"Go down." Han Qing said again.

"..."

Mucha answered the questions raised by Han Qingshi one by one.

Because it didn't involve too many details, she basically answered all the answers, and she could obviously feel Han Qingshi's satisfaction.

This made her calm heart beat quietly for joy.

"Continue to maintain this progress." Han Qingshi said, "You have completed the business development, and the visualization can be connected to the joint debugging of the interface, and the time cannot be delayed."

Mu Xia, "Yeah, I understand, I'll talk to Brother Zheng in a while."

"That's it for today."

"it is good."

Mucha logs out and prepares to turn off the computer.

The hand accidentally pressed the left screen switch, and the screen suddenly started flickering crazily.

When Han Qing saw it, he asked casually, "Is the wiring broken?"

Mucha let go, and the screen returned to normal, "Yeah, it's been a long time."

"Didn't fix it?"

"No, I don't want to fix it anymore. This computer has been used for more than three years, and it has a bit of a problem. Let's make do with it and buy a new one after a while."

Han Qing frowned, "The developed computer can't handle it."

Mucha turned off the phone, unplugged the mouse cable, "I'm already saving money."

She's not Han Shuyan, no one is eager to give her the latest ultra-thin notebook.

As for the scholarship... I still have to save it and go downstairs to squander it when I am unhappy.

She only uses that little money, and she spends one cent less.

His chest suddenly felt sour.

Mucha despised himself for being like this.

I said not to be jealous, not envious, it doesn't matter, what's going on now?

You really can't go too far in life.

Mu Xia closed the computer and stood up, smiling as usual, "Mr. Han, I'll leave first if I have nothing to do."

Han Qing turned sideways, "I have something to do."

Mucha, "Yeah, tell me."

Han Qing didn't say a word, leaned over and took two silver notebooks from the second drawer, put them on the table and said, "Pick one."

Mu Xia was confused, "What are you picking?"

Han Qing said straightforwardly, "Take it away."

Mucha was stunned, "Are you going to give me a computer?"

Han Qingshi was funny, didn't she understand clearly enough?

"Don't want it?" Han Qing asked without answering.

How can it be!But, "You two are very expensive." She still understands the words that you don't get paid for nothing.

Han Qing could see Mu Xia's thoughts. With her personality, she seemed to be joking, but in fact she knew everything she should know. She would definitely not take it for free. Then, "You work for me, and I have the responsibility to guarantee your job." environment."

"Oh." Mucha licked his lips, with some words on his lips, "GN10,000+ employees, you can't pay attention to everyone, right?" Or...just pay attention to those who are important, for example, Han Shuyan?

Mucha couldn't say this, feeling awkward.

Han Qingshi naturally didn't know, but she still gave a relatively clear answer, "I'm not that free, you are the only one."

Han Qingshi's words were concise and to the point, but they had a lot of meaning in Mu Xia's ears.

She is the only one?

In other words, Han Shuyan's set was not given by Han Qingshi?

And the only one?

What kind of one and only would she be to Han Qingshi?

Before Mu Xia could think deeply, Han Qing urged, "Choose one, or do you want both?"

Mucha quickly waved his hands, "One is enough."

"Then x1?" Han Qingshi suggested, "360° rotation, when not working, it is more convenient to hold and watch TV."

Of course Mu Xia is fine, it's just what Han Qingshi said, it seems that she only knows how to watch TV, and she is not doing business properly.

"Well, yes, this is it." Mucha said reservedly.

Han Qing took out the x1 that was under the pressure, put it in front of Mu Xia and said, "There is still time today, just install the environment and database."

"Yeah, okay." Mucha picked up the computer, pointed to the sofa and said, "I'll get it over there, so I won't disturb your work."

Han Qingshi, "Go."

Mucha left quickly.

My hands are shaking when I turn on the computer.

Is this computer worth 2 yuan?

How many days she has to work overtime to save it.

Take it softly.

She must work hard for Party A's father.

I will work hard in the future, and I can come to work overtime at any time!

Installing the environment and the database was a little troublesome, and Mucha struggled for more than two hours to get it done.

Rubbing his neck and looking up, it was already dark.

Behind the desk, Han Qingshi was still flipping through the documents, without any intention of moving.

Mucha hesitated for a while, then walked over lightly and said, "President Han, are you still off work?"

Han Qingshi worked for too long, and her body felt very rigid. When she looked up at Mu Xia, she was a little scared.

Fortunately, it was only a moment, and Han Qing returned to his private peace in the blink of an eye, "I still have some things to deal with, time is tight, I can't see you off today, can I go back?"

Mucha nodded immediately, "Yes, there is a subway not far from the door, and you can take a subway directly to the gate of our school."

Han Qingshi, "Alright, be careful on the road, and let me know when you get there."

Mucha, "Yeah, okay."

After Mucha finished speaking, he stood still.

Han Qing noticed it and asked suspiciously, "Is there anything else?"

Mucha shook his head quickly, then ran away.

Han Qing looked at the direction she left for a long time, shook his head with a smile, and continued to work.

Near the end of the year, there are so many things that she is almost out of control.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, it was about half an hour before Mucha left.

Han Qingshi received her WeChat.

a picture.

Han Qing clicked on it.

The environment in the photo is the office entrance that she is all too familiar with.

The difference is that there is an extra paper tote bag on the door handle.

hum-

Received another message.

Han Qingshi zoomed out to view the picture.

[Mr. Han, there is a surprise at the door/peep]

Han Qingshi was funny.

Mucha wants money but has no money, and she is alone, what surprise can she give her?

After laughing, he put down his phone and stood up, walking quickly towards the door.

There was no one in the wide corridor.

Only the bag hanging on the doorknob was shaking slightly with the movement of her just opening the door.

Han Qingshi took off the bag and went back to the office.

When I opened it, I found that there were simple sweet porridge, fried rice, a cup of tea that Mucha drank at the playground before, and a small card.

Han Qingshi took the card.

A few lines of writing were left on it.

The font is well behaved.

【No matter how busy you are, don’t forget to eat

Winter night

stomach warm

It's sweet in your mouth too]

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