Chapter 143

There is a good song "I don't want to, I don't want to grow up", but what Xu Muyun wants to sing most in the morning is "I don't want to get up. I don't want to get up. "

She lies on Han Rui like an octopus. Drooling wantonly. Even in her ear called eight hundred times, but she still refused to get up, what's more. She has been rubbing on Han Rui. How can Han Rui in his prime stand such provocation. How can you easily let off the person who set the fire.

A sharp turn. Shackle Xu Muyun under her body, except for the position where she should be exposed outside her clothes when she goes out. He was full of strawberries, and Xu Muyun felt a burst of dryness and heat in the mist. She slowly opened her eyes. Looking at the person who works hard on himself: "what are you doing? How sleepy

"Sleep later. You don't have classes in the morning. I'll send you to school in the afternoon. " Han Rui buries himself in Xu Muyun's body, occupying every inch of her territory crazily.

"Why don't you like to go to the company early recently. It's like being late every day. " Xu Muyun feels that he is always lazy recently. She is really worried about him. If he does that, will he bring down the company.

In the face of her chatter, Han Rui can only seal her mouth with a hot kiss. Let her swallow all the words into her stomach.

Xu Muyun, who is already trapped by insects, sleeps until 10 a.m. after such a toss and sleep. During this period, Han Rui's phone is almost knocked out by Ji Cheng. A cooperation meeting about ten million was changed into a video conference by him.

Ji Cheng, who has worked in the Han family for more than 20 years, deeply feels that his family is becoming more and more inattentive, although there are no fewer partners. There was no shortage of customers, but he just felt that the former president who regarded his work as a relative was getting farther and farther away from him.

At the dining table downstairs, Xu Muyun yawned lazily: "ah, Ma. I'm so sleepy. Can I sleep a little longer? "

"I'm almost 30 years old. I'm still late for school. I'm not ashamed. Let's eat quickly. I'll take you to school."

Xu Muyun is not interested in his rice porridge at night, but is more interested in the half red watermelon hanging in front of Han Rui. She looks at Han Rui eagerly, putting spoonful of watermelon into her mouth, but doesn't give her a watermelon seed.

She complained with a sad face: "you eat alone. You have no conscience. I will find you when I eat."

Han Rui winked at Aunt Li, who then handed Xu Muyun a cup of iced watermelon juice in the refrigerator: "madam, drink this. It's much better than watermelon, and honey! Sir, it's specially made for you. "

Xu Muyun glanced at him. Ah, I can't help it. This old man always has a way to make her moved every minute. He is like a complex contradiction, gentle, cold, quiet like a prince, and manic. In general, he is like a mental illness.

I don't know why, when going out, Han Rui put several bottles of mineral water and some chocolates in Xu Muyun's backpack. Xu Muyun asked him suspiciously: "I'm not going for an outing. Why do you bring so much food? It's heavy! I have military training in the afternoon. You don't want me to run with it on my back

Chao Rui knocked her forehead: "Congratulations, you guessed right. When you get to school, put them in the military training bag. If you run, come back to have a rest, drink water and eat a chocolate to supplement your strength."

"Why?" Xu Muyun was so dizzy that he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Don't ask so many reasons. Military training is too hard for you to get tired."

Xu Muyun looked at him with doubts. He always felt that there was a deeper meaning in his words, but she didn't understand it.

When he arrived at school, Xu Muyun felt that everyone's eyes seemed to have changed again, and everyone was attentive. The classmates who were still cold to her yesterday rushed up like a nest of peaks. Some of them sent juice desserts, and some of them sent some novel gadgets.

For such enthusiasm, Xu Muyun was a little overwhelmed. Just when she was dizzy, her deskmate, the handsome little fresh meat, handed over a delicate box. He was also full of guilt and said, "Han Aihe, I apologize for my behavior yesterday. Please accept my apology."

Xu Muyun takes aim at the people in the classroom. Everyone seems to have changed her overnight. She can't help thinking, are these people scared by Han Rui?

I didn't expect that the spicy meat in her family was really offending. She made all the people in the room shut up. She gladly accepted everyone's kindness, but she didn't accept their gifts: "I appreciate everyone's kindness. In a class, we are classmates and a member of a class. I'm several years older than you. I can't accept these gifts, We spend a lot of money in school, so we don't have to give these gifts. Let's finish our studies together. "

Xu Muyun knows very well that although they are intimidated by Han Rui on the surface, their hearts are the most difficult thing to understand. Today, their kindness to themselves may only be superficial, not necessarily their inner thoughts, so she can't accept these gifts, she can't give them a handle.

With these high sounding words, Xu Muyun feels that her image is much bigger and more powerful. It turns out that she can't be worse than Han Rui when she talks big. She can teach her wife well.

Sure enough, after she said these words, some people took their gifts back. Since they didn't want them, they saved them and kept them for others at birthday parties. Looking at the few gift boxes on the desk, Xu Muyun knows that some people are sincere and others are fake. Looking at the messages on the box, she knows which friends she should make in-depth, including the "fresh meat" classmate. In their chat, the classroom loudspeaker suddenly sounded, a young man's voice sounded: "please all 2014 freshmen to the playground." It's the sound of military training notice. Everyone puts the gift boxes into their desks one after another. People in the room rush to the playground like a peak. The painful military training will start again. I don't know how those old monsters in the Academic Affairs Office will deal with them. Fortunately, there are no people from the army in this year's military training, otherwise their lives will be lost. But to their surprise, today's military training people are more afraid than those old strange coco of the academic affairs office. They are all full of tendons. If you wave your fist, you will never live for three days. Death is your best end.