Xia Mu looked at the door that was closed by him, and the wind was chaotic for a long time. After more than ten minutes, he could only pluck up the courage to ring the doorbell.

There was no response inside. After a while, the door was opened from inside. Song Fuxing seemed to have just taken a shower. The black and gray casual home clothes looked clean and elegant on him. There were dripping water droplets on his forehead. Without time to wipe it, his eyebrows and eyes were wet with water vapor, making his eyebrows and eyes look particularly deep.

Xia Mu was stunned for a moment, as if he saw him in high school, and was a little embarrassed, "I walked in a hurry before... I accidentally left my bag with you..."

The more she explained, the more she felt guilty. It felt like she was deliberately putting her bag down and came to pick it up when he came back...

What a deep scheming...

Song Fuxing glanced at her, but said nothing, and made way out.

Xia Mu hurried in, and the sound of closing the door came from behind. She was a little nervous, and the ostentatious sighted him coming.

The back door was originally built to facilitate the servants to walk around. The entrance was not big, and the distance was close to her, which made her feel the fresh water vapor on his body and the fragrance of shower gel. It was warm and moist, and it vaguely wrapped around her, making her breathing tight.

Song Fuxing did not pass over her, but politely waited for her to change her shoes and go in with her.

Xia Mu was watched by him, and quickly changed into slippers and turned around and went in. Song Fu walked behind her, and she felt a little uncomfortable when she called him step by step.

Does he trust her, a high school classmate so much?

The lonely man and the widow just closed the door and came in together. Why are you as unpretentious as the little white rabbit?

Xia Mu was worried and hurriedly walked to the cloakroom, took his bag, and when he came out again, Song Fuxing was wiping his hair with a towel.

So good!

He also wipes his hair by himself ~

When Song Fuxing saw her coming out, he looked up at her, put down the towel casually, walked into the bar, "What do you want to drink?"

Xia Mu originally wanted to say goodbye, but when he heard him say this, his will was very unstable, "No need to bother, I am not thirsty."

Song Fuxing couldn't hear her whisper clearly, "Baibo water?"

Xia Mu looked up at him, the broken hair on his forehead drooped, making his eyebrows look elegant, white and clean, without the coldness of work, and looked harmless.

It is hard to refuse such a kind invitation.

Xia Mu was very convinced, nodded in small curves, and sat down on the sofa obediently.

Song Fuxing poured a cup of white water over, Xia Mu reached out to take it, and his thin white fingers accidentally touched his hand. The warm touch that did not belong to her was so obvious.

Xia Mu subconsciously shrank his little finger, his heartbeat half a beat faster. He looked up at him, but fortunately he didn't notice it.

Song Fuxing gave her water, turned around and took a bottle of wine in the glass cabinet.

Only then did Xia Mu notice that the wine in his cabinet was dazzling. Even though she had no research on wine, she could tell that the vintage was not close at all when she glanced.

Xia Mu suddenly realized more and more deeply that he was no longer a 17 or 18-year-old boy, but a man, who might have long since grown from a teenager who loves to a wine tasting man.

Song Fuxing poured the wine, walked slowly, sat down on the sofa on the other side, and his hands holding the wine glass were clearly jointed, making the glass look more and more beautiful.

He has never been a person who talks less and has no intention of speaking even when he sits down. He sits quietly and ambiguously.

Xia Mu was quiet for a while and asked a long question, "Why did you choose me as this assistant?"

Song Fuxing looked up and said that he was rightly straightforward, "I don't like trouble, you're very suitable."

As soon as he said this, Xia Mu understood what he meant. For him, she liked Chen Wei, so she would not think about him. The most important thing about being this assistant is not to harass him.

After all, this person has been troubled by the peach blossoms since he was a child. I think this situation has not diminished since now.

I don’t know if he has ever liked someone, what kind of woman would a person like him like?

It must be a perfect woman like Lin Qi who is excellent, smart, beautiful, and impeccable in family background?

Xia Mu was distracted for a while, and after he came back to his senses, he realized that the atmosphere had calmed down again. She quickly rescued the venue, "Tell me, you didn't have time to attend the high school and even the class reunion, so suddenly, no one in our class knew about it at that time."

"Um."

Sha Mu: “…”

This guy is so good at chatting that he racked his brains to come up with the topic she came up with in minutes.

He just doesn't want to talk, so why should he keep her drinking water? Is it just because of politeness?

Maybe it was just because of politeness, and then she took it as real...

Xia Mu held the water cup and drank it in small sips, becoming more and more restrained, thinking about when it would be better to leave.

Unfortunately, the quiet atmosphere now seems abrupt whenever you open your mouth.

"Are you and Chen Wei together?"

Xia Mu paused slightly, but he didn't expect him to ask this question. However, he and her really had nothing to talk about. The only intersection was probably his high school deskmate Chen Wei.

"No." She lowered her eyes slightly and refused to look at him with guilt.

"Why, you didn't show him your love letter?" Song Fuxing looked up and seemed a little puzzled.

Xia Mu felt a little awkward. She didn't have the courage to let the person she liked know that she liked him. She didn't have it before and now.

"There is no reason. It's not that anyone likes anyone. Whoever wants to like his own. Writing a love letter doesn't mean anything. It may be just wishful thinking..."

Song Fuxing didn't say anything when he heard this. His wrist moved slightly, gently shook the wine in the wine glass, and for a moment of silence, suddenly said, "He said he admired you very much."

Chen Wei said this, but that was an angry thing because he kept chasing Lin Qi and didn't get a response.

Lin Qi is the school beauties in A Middle School, and A Middle School is the key, so his grades are naturally in comparison. Lin Qi has excellent grades and deserves it.

But in terms of appearance alone, it is too elegant and not as stunning as Xia Mu. Xia Mu's good looks are the beauty that is only as beautiful as it is, more vulgar and less, less, just right, and beautiful.

At that time, Xia Mu liked him, which inevitably made the frustrated boy feel a little vain in his heart, and he also mentioned a few words in private.

However, Xia Mu didn't know about this. Her heart and eyes were full of questions such as whether Song Fuxing was hungry or not, whether he was cold or not, for fear that his study would be exhausted and his malnutrition would damage the beauty of his cubs.

Now that she thinks about it, she is really a shameful Yan Gou. Especially after being told by Jiang Jiashu's classmate, she became more and more doubtful whether she likes Song Fuxing's face or Song Fuxing...

Xia Mu was a little embarrassed, "I didn't know at that time, but now everyone is old, so they're over."

"You were very serious at that time, and you should have regrets if you were not together." Song Fuxing took a sip of wine and said carelessly.

Why did she discuss the love letter she wrote with her former crush on the night?

Xia Mu's face suddenly became hot. He remembered the words in his love letter and almost wanted to get into the water cup and drowned. Fortunately, Song Fuxing's cell phone on the desk rang, and the silent vibration broke their chat.

Song Fuxing got up and took the phone from her. He had a slender figure. The visual impact of passing through her eyes was too strong. She couldn't help but retreat a little and subconsciously looked elsewhere.

Song Fuxing did not stop after answering the phone, and it was still a business.

Xia Muan waited quietly, and his eyes slowly turned to the wine he placed on the table. When he was drinking just now, his Adam's apple moved slightly, making people inexplicably want to taste what the wine he had drunk...

With this thought, Xia Mu was guilty and dared not stay any longer. He whispered to him and silently signaled that he was leaving.

Song Fuxing was open and upright, "I'll send you back."

How could this not be polite?

"No, no, Mr. Song, please keep busy. I'll take a taxi back here, very quickly." Xia Mu picked up his bag and rushed out like a gust of wind, fearing that he had done something that both human and gods were angry.

However, she obviously underestimated the temptation of swan meat. She didn't see Song Fuxing in her dream at night. She stared at him for a whole night and didn't dare to slap her mouth. When she woke up in the morning, she was in a daze and regretted that she didn't slap her mouth.

As soon as she arrived at the company, Kerry called her and asked her to go to the 82nd floor.

Xia Mu put down his cell phone and stood up. Xiao Ranran, who was sitting there, suddenly called her, "Xia Mu."

Xia Mu was slightly stunned when he saw her eyes red.

Xiao Ranran said in a low voice with red eyes, "Now no one in the company pays attention to me, I know my own problems. I was not good before, I just don't want people to look down on me, I'm sorry."

Xia Mu was a little surprised. After all, they had never dealt with each other. Now they were so surprised that they could only spit out four words, "...Are you okay?"

Xiao Ranran then smiled, "I'm fine, thank you, Xia Mu."

Xia Mu was a little uncomfortable, but she didn't have time to think deeply and hurried to the eighty-second floor.

Kerry was already waiting for her. When she saw her coming and take her to the president's office, "President Song is having a meeting. I'll take you to see his lounge. There will be a spare cloakroom in the lounge. President Song will rest here occasionally, so things here are indispensable. If you prepare at home, you should also prepare them so that if you encounter unexpected situations, you can have spare cloakrooms."

Xia Mu followed her into the office. When she came before, she looked around and never knew there was a lounge inside.

When you enter, you still have a cold tone. The layout inside is very simple. There is a row of customized suits with black sofas on the side. Then the door of the room is empty and you can see the neat bed inside.

When Xia Mu saw this, he couldn't help but think about something messy. It was all because Jiang Jiashu. He always liked to give her some gossip, such as the lounge, which made her mind full of this lounge, which is very suitable for Tibetans.

Unfortunately, this idea seemed to be inappropriate to Song Fuxing. A person like him who is cold and cold and never touched is completely different from the absurdity of indulging in lust, and even less like someone who would allow such things to be brought to business.

Sure enough, Kerry confirmed her idea the next second, "Mr. Song doesn't like being disturbed when he is working, so he doesn't have to come in casually. If he really disturbs his work, he can only wish you good luck." Kerry looked at her with a very regretful expression.

Xia Mu rarely sees Kerry's face with such expression, and is a little curious, "Can he curse?"

"It would be great if Mr. Song could curse people. You should not see it. Come over and ask the secretary outside first to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Kerry explained and went out and left her alone in the lounge.

Xia Mu learned from yesterday's lesson, speeded up, and sorted out all the unfit things in the cloakroom. After coming out, there were not many people outside, and I thought they were all in a meeting.

Xia Mu took his clothes out of the office area and suddenly saw Xiao Ranran coming towards him with tea. "Your phone kept ringing. It should be because there was an urgent matter at home, so I'll deliver it to you. Fortunately, the front desk knows your name and can let me in."

Xia Mu looked at his phone and showed several phone calls from Ming Haitang. He knew that he had arranged another blind date.

She was a little impatient, freed up her hand, took the phone and pressed the shutdown button, "Thank you."

"I'll help you take it down. Just now, a woman named Kerry asked you to bring a cup of tea to the conference room, saying that she was for Mr. Song to drink, you should send it over, remember to enter from the row of doors on the left." Xiao Ranran took the clothes in her hand and reached out to hand the tea to her.

Kerry did explain that today's regular meeting is very important, everyone will be very busy, and she will try her best to do some trivial matters.

Xia Mu reached out to take the teacup and went straight to the conference room. There were several conference rooms, but today's meeting was very important, obviously the largest conference room.

The entire conference room has a very good sound insulation effect. The heavy door is closed and no sound can be heard inside.

Xia Mu went to the left, knocked on the door twice before pushing open it.

The light of the projector projecting this place stabbed her eyes and the conference host paused instantly.

Xia Mu realized something was wrong and opened his eyes to see everyone in the conference room. When she came in at this position, she was right in front of her!
Chapter completed!