The Boss is Very Busy

Han Cong was still confused, but he had already seen the indifferent and slender young man walking forward. He gave the policeman a piece of paper, then skipped the others and walked towards a girl in the middle.

He remembered that girl.

It's a waiter in a hot pot restaurant, and I'm more impressed because of her pretty looks.

He saw Shen Zhiqing walking in front of the girl, first squatted down and took out a close-fitting handkerchief that he never let others touch, and wiped the blood on her calf, then stood up, and under the surprised eyes of others, the princess hugged her that girl.

At this time, Han Cong already wondered if he was blind, he grabbed Gu Feng's sleeve beside him, and asked what was in his heart in confusion.

Gu Xiaofeng, am I blind?

Gu Feng was also a little surprised, his sleeves were clenched, he glanced sideways at Han Cong, his tone was steady.

Don't worry, you're not blind.

Fuck... Han Cong opened his mouth wide, and with his crew cut, he looked like a tough guy.

Is this world fantasy?

Brother Qing is hugging a girl?

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

The young man looked calm, his calm eyes drooped slightly, and his curled eyelashes curved beautifully. He packed his things slowly, and when he heard Han Cong's voice, his eyes still couldn't stir up the slightest wave.

Han Cong watched him pack up his things, his eyes widened slightly, puzzled.

Brother Qing, what are you doing?

The man finally raised his eyes lightly, pursed his thin lips lightly, his indifferent pupils were black 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 he put a stack of books on the bookshelf into it neatly and orderly. Hearing this, the man with deep brows narrowed his eyes slightly, and repeated it in a good-tempered manner.

My girlfriend's house.

Han Cong: ??!

what?

He felt as if he didn't hear clearly, so he asked again, and then he was surprised to see that the other party didn't show any impatient expression, but his lips curled up slightly, and he repeated it in a good-tempered manner.

My girlfriend's house.

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

Where did you get your girlfriend? It can't be... the girl from yesterday, right?

He didn't say no, the man nodded frankly, his expression was still calm and calm, Han Cong looked at him, and inexplicably remembered the scene of seeing the young man looking for someone with an anxious and confused face yesterday in his mind.

He couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, the Shen Zhiqing from yesterday was completely different from the Shen Zhiqing in his impression.

Han Cong asked tentatively.

Brother Qing, how long have you been dating?

Obviously, the first time I went to that hot pot restaurant was only last week, why did I only go there a few times, and the two became boyfriend and girlfriend?

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

Shen Zhiqing frowned slightly when she heard the words, her cold and delicate brows were lightly frowned, his eyes were as black as ink, and the pupils were glowing with a beautiful and beautiful color.

The movement in the boy's hand still didn't stop. After finishing the books, he started to organize the others, and replied coldly: Not long.

Not long now.

Han Cong raised his eyebrows, not knowing what to say for a while, so he asked.

Yesterday she...is your girlfriend okay?

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

In a low voice: It's okay.