Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

He clenched his lips, biting the syllable very clearly. Just as the usual greetings came out of his mouth, he was infected with some indescribable color.

Ah chin was so nervous that her eyes were full of golden sparks.

They only met a few times. Although she could feel that Gu Qingwei seemed to have a little bit of a man and woman relationship with her, before he really spoke, she would not be so amorous as to treat herself as his girlfriend.

But what does he mean by that now?

Is it a disguised confession?

But why can't you just say it?

Ah Qin was still in a panic. Gu Qingwei's next sentence fell into her ear, with a little hot steam. "You don't like Tan Jing, do you?"

The front of the words became too abrupt, and ah chin subconsciously turned her head before she reflected.

Her heart "clattered" for a while, just like the cat who was trampled on the tail, she instinctively raised her back in confusion, and her explanation came out with a bump, "I don't mean that, I, I actually..."

But Gu Qingwei didn't want to embarrass her. Before she told the broken lie completely, she put a finger in the middle of her not so soft lips.

The deep and enchanting voice almost fell down at the same time, "Shh - OK, don't say it. I have to go now. We'll meet again at noon tomorrow, OK?"

When he spoke, there was gentleness and Euphemism between the lines. He had a smile in the corner of his eyes. The light pupil refracted a faint halo, which was coldly reflected through the frameless lens, giving birth to a kind of gratuitous scarlet color.

Ah Qin's mind exploded with a bang, and her originally not strong will to resist collapsed in an instant.

"Ah, that... Ha ha..." she said a series of meaningless modal particles along with her disordered thinking, cleared her throat, and finally managed to find a trace of reason. She repeated Gu Qingwei's words again, "tomorrow noon..."

Gu Qingwei nodded, then took out a rose with fresh dew from the vase on the table and handed it to ah Qin. He showed a typical smile that he used to use on the happy field, and quickly walked away after picking up the little girl in front of him.

Ah Qin's face turned red and precipitated for a while. She quickly grabbed her bag and went out with her head down. She didn't notice the man and woman sitting not far behind her.

Tang Xiao watched ah Qin trot out all the way and said calmly, "I always feel as if I've seen this girl somewhere."

Mu Yunshen chuckled a little, put the straw into the tea cup and handed it to her, "smile, is your way of chatting up too old-fashioned?"

Tang Xiao took the cup and took a big mouthful of it. His round eyes rolled back and forth, and said with a sneer, "can master Mu teach me what kind of chat up method is not old-fashioned?"

The tone is too sour.

Mu Yun congealed the tea in her cup thoughtfully and began to suspect that the amber liquid was actually concentrated old vinegar.

Tang Xiao is biting the straw. Her white face is deliberately wrinkled, and she forcefully squeezes out an angry expression. But maybe it's because she has a big round stomach now. She looks very happy and doesn't have any ferocious taste.

Mu Yunshen coughed a little and changed the topic. "That's the servant who used to follow Qu Qingchen. I've seen him several times and he really looks familiar."