Chapter 1829

Stunned for several seconds, Mu Jingjing seemed to react. For fear that Nangong Xueer would repent, she immediately looked at Shen Tulie and asked: "that I don't know what Mr. Shentu means... "

"Listen to ya ya." Shen Tulie's eyes only stayed on her for half a second.

Take back your eyes and continue to knock on the keyboard.

"That's settled. Qimo will tell you where to gather at that time, and I won't disturb you." Say, Chong South Temple snow son ordered to nod, Mu Jing Jing turns round to walk toward outside.

When the door of the office was closed by her and the sound of her distant footsteps came, Shen tulei stopped his action.

Looking at Nangong Xueer who has been buried in the data again, her thick eyebrows frown slightly: "why did you suddenly decide to go again?"

Nangong Xueer smiles, looks at Shen Tulie and purses her lips.

"It's a shame if I'm not invited so sincerely. Besides, she's Qimo's girlfriend. It's so rare for people to come here. Would it be mean if I didn't go? "

After that, she takes back her eyes. Nangong Xueer lowers her head and continues to read the materials.

Seeing her continue to work as if nothing had happened, Shen Tulie could not guess what she was thinking at this moment.

But since she didn't want to say it, he stopped asking.

Looking back, Shen Tulie continued to be busy.

Little girl grew up, began to have their own mind, is no longer the past that will tell him anything, everything depends on him, even in the mind will rely on his little guy.

It turns out that the ideological confinement is really not a good thing.

Once they are liberated, will they be completely out of their control?

All of a sudden, Shen Tulie had the feeling of tasting the bitter fruit alone. What's worse, it was made by himself.

The next morning, Nangong Xueer's door was knocked.

"May I come in?" Shen Tulie began to sound low and hoarse.

"Well." Hearing Shen Tulie's voice, Nangong Xueer slowly sat up from the bed, rubbed her still hazy eyes, and gave a light response.

Looking at the man leaning against the wall after he came in and closed the door, Nangong Xueer yawned and looked at the time. It was less than seven o'clock.

"Brother lie, why did you get up so early today? Do you have anything to do with me? I haven't slept enough. I want to sleep a little longer. If you're ok... "

The girl who just finished yawning flashed something in her mind. She looked at Shen Tulie and said, "I almost forgot. I'm going to sea today!"

Shen Tulie raised his lips gently: "clean up, I'll wait for you in the side hall."

Say, also ignore Leng in there of South Temple snow son, turn round to go out a door.

He even helped her close the door carefully.

It was not until Shen Tulie disappeared in his sight that Nangong Xueer reacted to it.

He reached out and knocked on his head, then turned over from the bed and rushed to the bathroom

When I came back last night, I have packed my luggage. How can I wake up and forget everything?

By the time they finished their breakfast, the servants had moved the luggage they had packed up last night to the car ahead of time.

After saying goodbye to nangongyuan, Sancai left the main house, picked up the car and drove straight down the mountain.

What Nangong Xueer didn't expect was that when they returned to the gate of Nangong group, they saw three or four buses in neat rows, and there were many employees in the lobby.

Looking at Qimo driving ahead, Nangong Xueer still can't help asking: "Qimo, are they all going today?"

"Well, Jingjing said that she prefers to be lively." After a light reply, he pushed the door to get off and went straight to the corner of the lobby.

Jingjing When he said these two words, Nangong Xueer clearly saw the flash of doting light in his eyes.

Nangong Xueer, who was still a little puzzled at the beginning, didn't know where he was going at this time. But when she looked in the direction of Qimo's past, she understood everything in the next second. Originally, Mu Jingjing had been waiting there.

Personally help Mu Jingjing carry the luggage, Qimo just took her hand, and she talked and laughed back to this side.

Seeing their intimate appearance, Nangong Xueer's heart is still a little uncomfortable.

He took back his eyes, sat back beside Shen Tulie, lowered his head, twisted his fingers and stopped talking.

On the contrary, Shen Tulie, who had never spoken, suddenly held her in his arms and frowned: "what? Not happy? "

"No, I just I'm thinking about something. "

In order to avoid Shen Tulie's suspicion, Nangong Xueer takes a deep breath, looks up at him, smiles at him, and quickly changes the topic: "by the way, brother lie, they all look familiar. Are they from the president's office and the marketing department?"

"It seems that there are also colleagues in the finance department and the advertising department."The long finger crossed Nangong Xueer's nose, and Shen Tulie also laughed.

Mingming is already in such a bad mood, but in order not to worry herself, the girl has to pretend to be OK.

But she didn't know that her stubborn nature, let Shen Tulie see in the eye, but mercilessly pulled his heart.

Embracing her arms increased her strength, and Shen Tulie's voice lowered down unconsciously: "sleep for a while, and when it comes, I will call you up."

"Well." Nangong Xueer holds Shentu's strong and thin waist, closes her eyes and doesn't speak any more.

I don't want to say it, and I'm not in the mood to say it.

Tired, really tired, sometimes heart tired, tired than anything

I thought I couldn't sleep, but I didn't want to listen to his strong heartbeat and smell the familiar smell on him. After that, my eyes just closed became heavy.

After getting on the bus, Qimo and Mu Jingjing see the girl in Shentu's arms. They have their own thoughts, but they don't want to disturb her any more.

In less than five minutes, Nangong Xueer's even breathing voice has been ringing slowly.

Looking at her still slightly frowned brow in her deep sleep, Shen Tulie's heart was pulled again.

Subconsciously, she stretched out her index finger, pressed it between her eyebrows, and gently rubbed her frown away.

People have fallen asleep, still thinking about those unpleasant things? What on earth can make her so sad?

Just because of Qimo and mujingjing?

When Shen Tulie looked up, he was just looking at Qimo from the rearview mirror.

After the two lines of sight contact, the fundus of the eye also rose a little dim, but no one spoke.

A second later, Qimo takes back his eyes and looks at the changing scenery around him.

Along the way, I didn't say a word.