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"Is the juice good?"

Han Muchen never would have thought that his first date with Ning Shan would be at this hotpot restaurant where everyone was going to be naked. It was already midsummer, and the sun was about to scorch the antenna outside. Even in this kind of weather, this hotpot restaurant was still full of people.

"Why are you …" Han Mu Chen looked at Ning Shan, who was eating the spicy and red soup, and had beads of sweat on the tip of her nose. Ning Shan wanted to say something, but she hesitated.

"You want to know why I chose this shop?"

Ning Shan also noticed Han Mu Chen's doubts. She thought to herself, Han Mu Chen really is a young master. All kinds of expressions are written on his face.

Compared to Lu Qing, he was like a little witch meeting a great witch. No wonder Ning Weishan was targeting Han Mu Chen.

"This is my favorite store when I was young!"

Ning Shan put down the chopsticks in her hand and took a sip of water. Then, she licked the water droplets off her lips.

Han Muchen's lips and tongue, which had been stimulated by the spicy red soup, gently spit out and twirled around his lips. This series of actions became a slow motion in Han Muchen's eyes.

Han Muchen's eyes went blank.

"But this is my first time coming to this shop as well!"

Han Muchen, who was still immersed in slow motion, suddenly came to his senses. Embarrassed, he touched the tip of his nose, raised his glass again, and gulped down a mouthful of water.

Ning Shan naturally noticed Han Muchen's dumbfounded expression, and let out a "puchi" as she laughed out loud.

"Then... You... "You …"

Han Mu Chen opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. He didn't know why, but he felt that there was something wrong with his speech system.

However, when Ning Shan saw that Han Mu Chen couldn't speak, she didn't get angry, but only muttered to herself.

"When I was young, my mother would always say that after the exam, she would call my dad to bring me to eat, but she never did it once!"

At this point, Ning Shan's eyes flashed with sorrow, but that sadness quickly dissipated in the air. It was so weak that it could not be heard.

When Han Mu Chen heard Ning Shan say this, he naturally thought it was because Ning Shan Shan's family wasn't well off when she was young, so he would always think about this hotpot restaurant. As a result, he felt even more sorry for Ning Shan, and his hands moved even faster.

A small mountain quickly rose up in Ning Shan's bowl. However, she only used her chopsticks to poke around in the bowl. She didn't have a strong appetite like the one on the label.

"It's alright, I'll bring you here to eat every day!"

Han Muchen's words were childish. Ning Shan kept her head down and nodded her head, but her tears flowed freely into the bowl.

Han Muchen was the only one who said these words to him in so many years, but he didn't know how long this beautiful Ning Shan would last, if he wasn't Ning Weishan's daughter.

Han Mu Chen stuffed another duck sausage into the pot.

"You are my Muse, without you there would be no girl with a handkerchief!"

Han Mu Chen suddenly said a few words of love in front of Ning Shan, and she desperately swallowed down a piece of cake. She really didn't understand Han Mu Chen's sudden praise.

Ning Shan only felt sarcastic when she heard about the Muse. Because Muse was something that many girls in the world admired, there were many people who pretended to be Muse. Many people thought they had met their Muse, but they didn't expect her to actually be one of the many fakes.

After Ning Shan and Han Muchen finished their meal, Han Muchen materialized a bunch of flowers out of nowhere.

"What a beautiful woman!"

"Thank you!"

Ning Xuemo accepted Han Muchen's flowers with neither joy nor sadness. She was polite but distant. Han Muchen clearly felt something was different, but he couldn't find anything wrong with her attitude.

However, this sort of cold Ning Shan was fatal to Han Muchen's enticement, but she wouldn't think the same way Han Muchen did. She just wanted to quickly finish the process with Han Muchen and hope that there would come a day when she could fly freely.

Ning Shan's attitude was cold, so Han Muchen could only rack his brain and find a common topic with Ning Shan.

"How's Miss handkerchief's business plan going?" Han Muchen thought that the only common topic he and Ning Shan could talk about would be "Miss handkerchief"!

"The current promotion is only at one stage. Because it is the first non-festival product of Golden Age, there are a lot of doubts in the outside world. Maintaining the mystery of the handkerchief girl will increase the curiosity of the public."

Ning Shan was holding the flower in her hand, but her answer was actually so perfect. It was just that this perfect answer wasn't what Han Muchen had expected it to be.

He had originally thought that she would complain about the difficulty of the project and that he would have to work hard so that he could use the topic to talk to her about some intimate things, such as using his ability to help her at work.

This precise answer was not a woman's playfulness to a man who had good feelings for her.

Han Mu Chen couldn't help but feel a little defeated in his heart.

"Brother Han, why did you call us over this time?"

The yellow-hair man and a few delinquents sat beside Han Muchen, who was dressed differently from his usual bar attire. Han Muchen, who was wearing white jeans, looked like a young boy in his early 20s. He also placed a glass of orange juice in front of him in a very unique manner.

"There's something big this time! If we do well, we will benefit the both of you. "

Bitter and cold, he picked up his orange juice and took a sip, then an expression of idiocy appeared on his face.

The yellow hair brothers felt a chill on their backs. Last time, Han Muchen's silly expression and the same words came out, the brothers found a woman one by one in front of tens of thousands of employees.

The yellow-hair and the others were still suffering from the aftereffects of the last time they tried to find a woman. Looking for a woman next to the register had caused the lackeys to lose their eyesight, and holding their eyes to their noses made them feel that this was something a scholar should do.

A thug, tattooed with a flowery arm, dyed with yellow hair, smoking a cigarette, but with a pair of glasses propped up on his nose, no matter how you looked at it, it didn't look good.

"I wonder what Brother Han's so excited about this time!"

The yellow-hair asked enthusiastically, naturally hoping that Han Muchen would give him a bit of work to do, so his tone also unconsciously became a lot more serious.

"Believe me, this is definitely going to be exciting!"

Han Mu Chen drank all the orange juice in his cup in one gulp, then confidently threw the stack of documents onto the table and pouted at the yellow-hair, indicating him to take a look.

The yellow-hair picked it up and looked at it.

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