Chapter 87

Mu Qingqing is looking at the information, the mobile phone on the desk suddenly vibrates.

she gave her a casual glance, which made her feel elated.

It's song Jingyi!

Mu Qingqing quickly adjusted her breathing, then slid to the answer button and said in a calm voice, "Hello, Mr. Song."

"Miss mu, are you free at noon today?" Song Jingyi's voice came.

Song Jingyi can't see Mu Qingqing's expression. She is surprised and excited now, but she still wants to suppress that kind of happiness. "When you are free, what's the matter?"

"It's no big deal, just to invite you to dinner." Song Jingyi said quietly.

Mu Qingqing holds the phone in both hands excitedly, "OK."

She pretends to be very calm to discuss the place and time of dinner with him. She puts down the phone and thinks it's not easy. Song Jingyi finally gives her some hope.

The place to eat is on the street next to you. Cross an overpass and walk a few steps.

When Mu Qingqing arrives, song Jingyi happens to arrive. He is wearing a pair of sunglasses. His figure is very cool in the sun. People can't help looking at him.

"What do you like to eat? Make yourself at home. " Song Jingyi throws the menu to her and leans on the back of the chair.

Mu Qingqing repressed her inner joy and bowed her head to order.

"By the way, how is your work? Are you busy? " Song Jingyi mentioned it casually.

Mu Qingqing replied, "OK! It's a little busy, but it's OK! I can take it all. "

"Cough, I mean, you can accept it, and other people may not." Song Jingyi leans forward.

Mu Qingqing opened her innocent eyes and said she didn't understand.

"It's said that Xu rongxiao has been promoted, isn't it?"

Mu Qingqing's face suddenly became stiff.

Xu rongxiao again!

Why does everyone care so much about her?

Mu Qingqing light smile, asked: "Song Zong, you find my real purpose today, is for Xu rongxiao?"

Song Jingyi finally took a positive look at her, and then slowly show appreciation smile, played a loud finger, "smart, tell me, what's the matter with her recently?"

Mu Qingqing's heart fell to the bottom.

"It's very good. She's been promoted. What's wrong with her?" She replied casually.

"Well, that's not the answer. You have to believe that what happened to her recently, aren't you friends? You must know Song Jingyi said discontentedly.

Mu Qingqing looks light, drank saliva, "is not work, there is promotion, what do you want to know?"

Song Jingyi didn't notice her perfunctory attitude, just frowned, "so boring?"

"Professional women are all like this, Mr. Song. Let's say something else. What happened to you recently?" Mu Qingqing smiles and asks with interest.

Song Jingyi mouth pulled pull, "go to work after work bubble bar, also nothing can do."

After he finished, he thought about it and said to Mu Qingqing, "you should pay more attention to her in the future. If there's anything, such as she's sick or going out on a date with any man, you must tell me!"

And the topic back to Xu rongxiao, Mu Qingqing look slightly impatient.

"She has been promoted recently. She must be more busy and take good care of her health! I've prepared the soup for her to drink. The Secretary will bring it to her in a moment, and you can bring it to her for me. " Song Jingyi has a happy smile on her face.

Xu rongxiao is married and doesn't know what he's doing.

Mu Qingqing looked at him speechless, "Oh, I will tell her that President song did it himself, so that she will be grateful to you and will never forget it."

"No, you don't want her to know I did it." Song Jingyi shook his head and told him.

How thoughtful!

"Do you like Xu rongxiao?" She blurted out.

Song Jingyi was stunned. For the first time, he was embarrassed. "Well, you can see that."

It's so obvious that a fool can't see it.

Mu Qingqing was so jealous that she went crazy.

Xu rongxiao is already married. How can he seduce a man outside?

By the way! Xu rongxiao is already married. As long as he tells song Jingyi about it, what else can he do?

And her husband is song Jingyi's good friend Ou Ziqian!

Mu Qingqing raised her mouth and showed a strange smile, "in fact, rongxiao has already married..."

At this time, song Jingyi's phone suddenly rings.

He took out his cell phone and frowned, "I'll take a call."

Then he stood up and went outside to answer the phone.

Anyway, a meal is still a long time, and Mu Qingqing is not in a hurry. She can always tell the story.

Song Jingyi hung up and came over, "I'm sorry, there's something wrong with the company suddenly. I have to go back now. I'll pay for the meal later, and you can eat it slowly."Then he picked up the coat on the back of the chair and went out.

Before muqingqing could say anything, he had disappeared in front of her.

But after a while, song Jingyi's figure appeared at the door again, "by the way, the soup will be delivered soon. Please give it to Xu rongxiao for me, but don't tell her I sent it to her. Thank you."

With these words, he left completely.

Mu Qingqing looks at a table of dishes, and her heart is cold.

Holding soup to the office, Xu rongxiao has already had lunch, and she doesn't want to go shopping or lie down for a while during lunch break, even when she is still busy working.

Mu Qingqing stood outside and looked at her for a while, feeling jealous of her in her heart, deepening bit by bit.

"Rongxiao!" Mu Qingqing opens the door and comes to her with a smile on her face.

"Well? What's the matter? " Xu rongxiao glanced at her casually and put his eyes back on the table.

"Don't look. If you look too much, your eyes will be uncomfortable. Besides, if you keep lowering your head, your cervical spine will be uncomfortable too!" Mu Qingqing came to her and took the pen away by force.

Xu rongxiao had no choice but to lean back and beat his neck.

"Here is the soup for you. Drink it while it's hot." Mu Qingqing opened the thermos in her hand and put it in front of her eyes.

A fragrance scattered everywhere, Xu rongxiao opened his eyes and looked at Mu Qingqing in surprise, "did you do it yourself?"

Mu Qingqing nodded naturally, "yes, you're so hard. I'm looking at my heartache. I'm going to drink it to make up for my body."

Xu rongxiao picked up the soup and was moved to tears. "Thank you, Qingqing."

"Be polite to me? Drink it! There will be more in the future! " Mu Qingqing's careless appearance makes Xu rongxiao full of gratitude to her.

Watching Xu rongxiao finish the soup mouthful by mouthful, Mu Qingqing keeps smiling on her face and thinks that since Song Jingyi won't let her tell Xu rongxiao who sent the soup, she should simply say it was her.

Anyway, it's good for Xu rongxiao to remember her.

When Xu rongxiao came home from work, he thought he was in the wrong house.

Jingchu just came out of the bedroom, saw her and called politely, "madam."

Ou Ziqian is sitting on the sofa, turning over the magazine in his hand, and coming up to have a look at the books about fetal education.

There are posters of children on the walls, and two dolls, a man and a woman, on the sofa.

"What are you doing?" Xu rongxiao frowned and said in surprise.

She found that the door of a small bedroom which had been left vacant by her had also been opened. When she walked in, she was almost stunned.

The pink dream room is the princess room that she especially liked when she was a child. There are a lot of toys on the ground, a small beautiful crib, and the chandelier on her head is also replaced with crystal.

"President, if it's OK, I'll go first." Jingchu sees Xu rongxiao coming back, and his task is finished. He says goodbye to Ou Ziqian.

Ou Ziqian nodded and left.

Xu rongxiao looked at every room and it changed. She could hardly recognize it as her house.

She rushed to the living room, Ou Ziqian is still reading the book of fetal education.

Xu rongxiao, no matter what, snatched the book in his hand and threw it aside. He looked down at him. "What are you doing? Who allowed you to do so to my house? "

Ou Ziqian shrugged, "your house is my house. Don't you like the things in it? Well, I don't like it either. Jing Chu said that you would like it. "

What the hell is he talking about?

"You're going to get those out and throw them away now." Xu rongxiao stretched out his hand and pointed to the room where he dressed up as a baby room.

Ou Ziqian stretched out his hand to hold her waist and lowered his voice. "Don't make trouble. It's hard to get it up and down again. It's so troublesome."

Xu rongxiao patted off his hand, "I don't like..."

In the middle of her speech, Ou Ziqian holds her waist hand and makes an effort. Xu rongxiao's feet don't stand firmly. He turns around and sits down in his arms.

"I get used to it when I look at it, and I like it when I get used to it." Ou Ziqian said in a hoarse voice.

Xu rongxiao opened his eyes and struggled to sit up from him. "No, you have to go to your own house. Don't disturb me!"

After listening to her words, Ou Ziqian pretended to be seriously thinking about the problem she said, "that's right. We have to prepare for the villa. We will move back with our baby in the future, so we won't be in a hurry."

"Who wants to have a baby with you, have it yourself!"

Ou Ziqian's hand hugged her tightly, and Xu rongxiao couldn't move at all.

Just before Xu rongxiao reacts, a man turns over and lets Xu rongxiao's body imprison in his arms, with the tip of his nose on his lips.

Her long hair poured down like a waterfall, brushing Ou Ziqian's face, itching.Ou Ziqian with her turn, will let her be suppressed and unable to escape her arms, "after not allowed to take contraceptives, you know?" Ou Ziqian has put Xu rongxiao on the bed, hugged her from behind and said in her ear.

Xu rongxiao closed his eyes and didn't respond at all.

Ou Ziqian put his hand on her stomach and rubbed it repeatedly.

He sighed and held her ear. Xu rongxiao was uncomfortable and twisted. He couldn't get rid of her.

Until the earlobe became moist, he let go and said in a low voice: "taking contraceptives is not good for your health. I've checked that women who eat too much have a low probability of pregnancy."

Xu rongxiao still didn't speak, just gave out a uniform breathing sound, as if he had fallen asleep.

Ou Ziqian's chest was close to her back, and his hand gently stroked his hair. He didn't speak any more.