Don't move the power young baby wife

Chapter 780
Miya looked away, reached out to pick up the lipstick on the table, handed it to her, and asked, "Is this lipstick yours?"

Secretary Zheng stared at the lipstick, and her face changed slightly. When she was putting on makeup and getting ready to go to work this morning, she found that she couldn't find it in her bag. It fell out, but I didn't expect it to fall here. Thinking about it this way, it might have fallen when Jiang Yawen urged her to ask for information when she came in to look for things when she got off work yesterday.

Thinking of this, Secretary Zheng began to feel a little nervous. He tightly grasped the hand that was placed in front of him, and his eyes began to wander a little, avoiding Mi Jia's gaze, and did not dare to look at her.

Seeing that she was silent, Mi Jia repeated, "Secretary Zheng, is this lipstick yours?" His voice was much colder than before.

"No!" Secretary Zheng denied it categorically, and looked up at Mi Jia's teeth biting her lip.

Mi Jia stared fixedly at Secretary Zheng, her hands still half-raised, and she didn't speak for a while, and the expression on her face didn't change too much, and she couldn't see the change in her inner emotions at the moment.

Her silence made Secretary Zheng even more flustered. The hands hanging beside her legs were clenched tightly, and the nails were inserted into the flesh fiercely. It hurt, but she didn't care.

The two of them were deadlocked for quite a while. Secretary Zheng didn't know how long they had been standing like this, but his legs were a little numb. Then Mi Jia said, "Is it really Secretary Zheng's?"

Secretary Zheng denied it to the end, looked at Mi Jia and insisted, "It's not mine!"

Mi Jia withdrew his half-raised hand, and followed the movement of his hand from staring at Secretary Zheng. Looking at the lipstick in his hand, he waited for a while before slowly opening his mouth. Said, "Really, that's really weird."

Secretary Zheng didn't let go of her clenched hand, and when things got to this point, seeing what Mi Jia said, she didn't want Mi Jia to have doubts, so she could only follow Mi Jia's words, "Why, why is it so strange? "

Hearing this, Mi Jia looked up at her, slightly parted the corners of his mouth, and said with a half-smile, "I picked up this lipstick in the office when I came to work in the morning. I never use this brand of lipstick. I don't know who fell here."

Seeing her saying this, Secretary Zheng said with some embarrassment, "Could it be left when the cleaning department cleaned it?"

Hearing what she said, the corners of Mijia's mouth were pulled wider, and he said, "Do you think the aunts in the cleaning department of this color lipstick will use it?"

The smile on Secretary Zheng's face became more embarrassing. He looked at Mi Jia and said, "Yes, it's not impossible... Nowadays, people nowadays are very fashionable. Many of my clothes are worn by aunts and aunts."

Mitya raised his eyebrows without poking them, but asked softly, "Is it all like this now?"

Seeing that she had no doubts, Secretary Zheng hurriedly nodded and followed what he said just now, "Yes, it's all like this, so now there is no age difference in any clothes, cosmetics, and everyone wears them indiscriminately. "

"Really." Miya answered softly, lowered his head and turned his eyes back to the lipstick in his hand, opened the lipstick, rotated it gently, and rotated the paste inside, staring at the lipstick. Looking at the color of the lipstick, he said in a low voice, "However, I remember that you also have a lipstick of this color." While speaking, he looked up at Secretary Zheng, "Did you use it a few days ago? ?” As he spoke, he deliberately frowned as if he was thinking about something, and whispered, “No, the color you painted yesterday seems to be similar to this.” Saying this, he deliberately raised his head and looked at Zheng Zheng inquiringly. Secretary, "Right?"

Secretary Zheng didn't dare to answer, she shook her head in embarrassment, and said, "My lipstick is similar in color to this one, but it's not from this brand, and I've never used this brand of lipstick before." The lipstick really doesn't belong to her, it has nothing to do with her.

Mitya looked at her and was silent for a long time, but in the end, she didn't expose her lie, but said in a low voice, "So that's the case, I thought this lipstick belonged to you."

"No, it's not mine." Secretary Zheng shook his head and clenched his hands tightly again.

Miya nodded, looked at her hands, and slowly put away the smile on her face.

Secretary Zheng was so nervous that his legs trembled a little. Seeing that Mi Jia was silent, he hurriedly said, "Dong, chairman, do you want coffee? Shall I get you a cup?"

Mitya looked at her, nodded for a moment, and said, "Yes."

Seeing her talking, Secretary Zheng hurriedly turned around and walked outside.

Mi Jia watched her walk out of the office, her figure disappeared behind the door, and then she slowly withdrew her gaze, returning to the lipstick in her hand.

In fact, she asked when the aunt from the cleaning department came to clean in the morning. The lipstick did not belong to the aunt from the cleaning department at all. In addition, the aunt who often cleaned here told her with certainty that the lipstick was Secretary Zheng. Yes, because she picked it up once before, Secretary Zheng thanked her and gave her a pack of biscuits, and she took it back for her grandson to eat, and the grandson always said it was delicious, so she asked her to buy it, so She was very impressed, and she was sure that the lipstick belonged to Secretary Zheng.

Sighing lightly, he tightened the lipstick in his hand again, put the cap on and put it aside.

Mi Jia was not in the office when Secretary Zheng came in with the coffee, "Chairman?" Secretary Zheng tentatively called softly, seeing that no one agreed, then gave the coffee to Mi Jia and put it down on the desk, and turned around to ask for it. When I left, my eyes were so happy to see the lipstick that was put aside, and my eyes stopped.

Staring at the lipstick, I reached out to take it, but when my hand was about to touch it, I stopped it suddenly, stood up straight and tightly grasped my right hand with my left hand.

Standing by the desk like this and staring at the lipstick for a long time, when he turned around and was about to leave, he happened to meet Miya who was standing at the door watching. He seemed a little frightened, and his footsteps were almost unsteady.

Mitya looked at her, walked towards her slowly, without taking his eyes off her face, and said in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

"No, it's nothing." Secretary Zheng denied, reached out and scratched his hair to hide his embarrassment, and said, "That coffee is on the table for you. If there is nothing else, I will go out first." As he spoke, He bowed his head and was about to go to the door.

Seeing that she was about to leave, Mi Jia said flatly, "Do you think that lipstick looks more and more like yours?"

(End of this chapter)