Chapter 338

Just cooked coffee was so flustered that he drank half a cup of it. His expression was ferocious and twisted, and his body jumped up and down unconsciously. The cup in his hand fell to the ground and stunned Mu Qingqing.

"It's hot and hot..."

She looks very cute. She looks so cute. She looks so red on her cheek that she is so hot that she looks like she is trying to make fun of her cute girl. Mu Qingqing is so miserable that she can't even care about her and laugh.

Although he is only two years younger than himself, in Mu Qingqing's opinion, Chengxi is no different from high school students. Of course, the first thing to bear the brunt is his face, which is probably not old even at 40 years old, his broken hair in front of his forehead, and his ever-changing leisure sports suit. Undoubtedly, all of these are necessary factors to reduce his age.

It's no wonder that moliancheng teased Chengqi that minors can't drink.

At the beginning of the meeting, Mo Liancheng really thought that Chengqi was just a young assistant who was with Mu Qingqing. Otherwise, he would not gradually notice this boy and extraordinary man.

Such a beautiful online, young and lovely president of Zhengtai has always been the secret love object of many female employees in the company. This, slow and strange, in the company for so many years have not found their popularity, but let Mu Qingqing, who has only been there a few times, has noticed something.

"Why are you so abnormal today? Wipe it up..." When Mu Qingqing said this, she had been laughing for a long time, but now she still tried to suppress her smile. Probably because attention was attracted to Chengxi, Mu Qingqing handed Chengqi a used dishcloth on the cabinet without even looking at it.

Flustered, hot mouth, nervous and guilty, all kinds of messy factors all piled up at the same time. Even those who have always been clean and addicted did not pay attention to them. They took the dishcloth handed by Mu Qingqing and wiped his mouth. It wasn't until the smell of oil came into his nostrils that he regained his senses and looked at the rag in his hand.

"What is this?" Cheng Xi's angry eyes are wide, and he looks at Mu Qingqing directly.

"Er..." At this time, Mu Qingqing also saw what Cheng Qi was using to wipe his mouth. It was the dishcloth he had just taken out yesterday to clean the oil stains left by the takeout on the cabinet. Although it was only used once, it was undoubtedly a huge disaster for the purist.

In Chengqi villa, many commonly used things are basically disposable. Even if it is not disposable, it will still be thrown away decisively after being used once. Mu Qingqing knew this for a long time.

It's just that recently, she always goes out early and comes back late. In addition, she has always been used to having servants take care of her. Therefore, Mu Qingqing also forgot to clean up this matter in time. Only one day, there was such a black dragon.

With a stiff smile, Mu Qingqing pointed to the cupboard and told the truth. The voice is still declining, the strange figure has disappeared at the stairway. What followed was the sound of the shower in the bathroom.

"Well, can the child get a wife in the future?" Mu Qingqing shook his head helplessly and sighed. He picked up the cup that had just been broken. Mu Qingqing at this moment, but really like a strange sister, and still have the kind of blood relationship.

After cleaning up everything, Mu Qingqing sat down on the sofa a little tired. Today, she really consumed a lot of physical strength, and her scenes were mostly action plays. Looking to have a quiet cup of coffee, but there was a lot of trouble. Mu Qingqing leaned on the back of the sofa, thinking that she would have to mention something about inviting a servant. In this afternoon, Mu Qingqing didn't want to continue to live here.

There was a sound coming from the mobile phone, not a phone ring, but a cue tone for a video call. Mu Qingqing is a little curious. She gets up and takes out her mobile phone from her pocket. Only then does she see that it is mo Liancheng.

"What's the matter?" Mu Qingqing opened the video call, and then fell into the sofa. Even the angle of holding the mobile phone does not care about it everywhere. If it is not supported by a good face value, this strange angle is probably used to keep the background as the material for ghost movies.

Mo Liancheng frowned slightly, pursed straight lips and sighed, "Mu Qingqing, can you take me seriously?"

"What are you talking about?" Mu Qingqing replied lazily, and did not understand the meaning of moliancheng. At this moment, she just wants to have a good sleep, which has no mind to care about her image. What's more, the person she faces is not the one she has to pay attention to.

No matter how the relationship between himself and Molian city is, after all, under the premise of time, it can be regarded as the mode of old husband and wife. Mu Qingqing has long been indifferent to this detail.

"Do you dare to hold up the phone a little higher? Are you going to let Mo Mo see your nostrils?" Mo Liancheng used his assassin's mace. Now only when he mentioned the little milk dog they raised together could he contact Mu Qingqing at any time and place, which was the case at this moment.

Having been busy for a few days, she didn't see the dog. Mu Qingqing was in a good state of mind. She sat up immediately, not to mention the angle. At least, she was able to talk like a normal person.

"Show me, what is ink doing?" Mu Qingqing's eyes are shining, staring at the screen."Please, I'll show you..." Mo Liancheng deliberately teases Mu Qingqing, but in a different way, saying that I miss you.

The smile on Mu Qingqing's original face disappeared in an instant. He glanced at the screen and said in a cold voice, "it seems that you contacted me on your own initiative. How could it be that I begged you instead of giving it a look? I hung up..."

"Ah! Wait Mo Liancheng didn't expect that this move didn't work today. He immediately softened his attitude and turned the screen over to the ink playing ball on the toy mat.

The mouth also kept complaining, saying, "ink, ink, your mother is really cruel, don't care about you!"

"Ink and ink..." Mu Qingqing faces the screen with a smile.

The original weariness was swept away, and the hard heart would melt away when I saw the cute appearance of a small milk dog with big palms.

Mu Qingqing kept teasing the dog, hoping that the whole person would get into the screen and hold the ink well. In this way, while chatting with moliancheng, Mu Qingqing teases the little milk dog who can't understand his name intentionally or unintentionally. The chat lasts for most of an hour.