Facing Lin Musheng’s steadily pressing, Song Miao couldn’t think of a better way to deal with it for a while, and her silence made Lin Musheng even more impressive.
Since Miss Song has no objections, it’s better to have a coffee together. Lin Musheng said casually, but with an expression of urgency between his eyebrows.
It’s working time now. Song Miao reminded Lin Musheng that she was not interested in drinking coffee with Lin Musheng, “and I am a pregnant woman and cannot drink coffee.”
Lin Musheng didn’t care much about Song Miao’s rejection, but when he heard the word pregnant, his brows frowned unconsciously.
I had inquired about Song Miao and Huo Tianqing early in the morning and knew everything about Song Miao. He even knew that she was only three months pregnant.
Lin Musheng still couldn’t accept it when he heard this directly from Song Miao’s mouth. The person who had personally agreed with him back then changed his appearance and his heart.
The childhood sweetheart was in love back then, how about the childhood sweetheart no longer? Lin Musheng had deep unwillingness in his eyes. At that time, he had made an appointment and wanted to be together for life.
Is the young agreement so unable to withstand the test of time? He worked hard to make himself stronger, better and more perfect, but what was waiting was that Qingmei had already promised others and had no memory of him.
Seeing the indignation in Lin Musheng’s eyes, Song Miao felt suspicious, Lin Musheng’s eyes were faintly familiar, his heart ached inexplicably, and his head seemed to be missing a very important memory.
Whatever you want to drink, I just want to have a good chat with Miss Song, about the Song family. Lin Musheng’s almost imploring eyes made me unable to refuse.
I had a strange feeling for Lin Musheng, an unspeakable and unclear feeling, knowing that he is a dangerous existence, knowing that he may be an enemy or not a friend, and even knowing that he has unpredictable thoughts about himself.
There was a voice in partiality that told me not to reject Lin Musheng, thinking that I was not a half-hearted woman, and it was not an affair with Lin Musheng between men and women, but there was an unspeakable feeling for Lin Musheng.
Wait for me to get my job done. Song Miao made a compromise. She wanted to know more about what happened to Lin Musheng back then, and what kind of entanglement she had with Lin Musheng when she was young.
Obviously I remember so many things, and I still have a clear memory of my childhood, why I have forgotten Lin Musheng? I can’t even remember which big boy accompanied me when I was young.
Song Miao was troubled by her memory. She wanted to know what happened to her. If it was her amnesia, how could she not remember Lin Musheng alone. If it’s not for amnesia, is it true that he has never had an entanglement with Lin Musheng, then what is the meaning of Lin Musheng’s eyes?
Then don’t mind if Lin sits here and waits! Lin Musheng took a fancy to the sofa on the side, and he sat on it lazily.
Song Miao’s eyes twitched and looked at him. How come there are such casual people, don’t you know that he is so disturbing to others? Lin Musheng looked like a rascal, it seemed that he didn’t plan to leave.
Lowering her head to continue working, Song Miao didn’t want to say anything, she had to admire Lin Musheng’s cheeky. It seems that today’s small chat is impossible to escape, Song Miao clenched the pen in his hand, wishing to work more, so that he could drag him to Huo Tianqing to pick him up.
However, after another thought, don’t let Huo Tianqing and Lin Musheng come into contact. Thinking of Lin Musheng’s hostility towards Huo Tianqing, Song Miao felt that they should not be allowed to meet in private.
Song Miao and Huo Tianqing didn’t expect this situation now. Song Miao didn’t want to lean on Huo Tianqing for everything, so naturally she faced the things she faced.
Lin Musheng was right. She should also have a good talk with Lin Musheng about the Song family. Song Miao should have a private chat with Lin Musheng whether it was for official or private purposes.
It’s just that Song Miao was not ready yet. Yesterday, he learned from Song Yuanyang that Lin Musheng was going to make a private appointment with him. Today, Lin Musheng is here all together.
Song Miao still has anxiety in her heart. Even she herself doesn’t know what she is worrying about. The key is some important issues. She hasn’t figured it out yet, and she may not be able to deal with it when she chats with Lin Musheng.
The two were in the same office with their own ghosts. Obviously, Lin Musheng’s self-entertainment spirit was quite good. He would not quarrel with Song Miao, probably he wanted Song Miao to finish his work quickly.
Song Miao occasionally looked in the direction of Lin Musheng and saw Lin Musheng alone playing with the Rubik’s Cube. He didn’t know where the Rubik’s Cube came from. It couldn’t be from his office, so Lin Musheng brought it by himself. .
How could such a big person carry the Rubik’s Cube with him, but Lin Musheng was really proficient in playing Rubik’s Cube, but there was a faint stubborn loneliness.
The first impression of Lin Musheng was that he was a master of flowers, a handsome man, and now he seemed to have a natural sense of loneliness, as if no one could get rid of the gloom of his eyebrows.
Such a man must have a lot of past and too many stories, his face is mixed with maturity and childishness. Just like at this moment, from Song Miao’s point of view, he is a big boy with a stereotyped expression on his face as a discipline committee member of the school.
Miss Song, do I look good in profile? You have watched it for a long time, is it finished? Lin Musheng’s frivolous voice came, and he couldn’t hear the true feelings in his heart.
Not bad. Song Miao hurriedly lowered his head to conceal the panic on his face. When Lin Musheng said this, he was a little embarrassed, and he was not the man who coveted him.
Do you want me to help? When Song Miao looked up again, he saw Lin Musheng standing up and walking towards him step by step.
No, there is no need for outsiders to intervene in Song’s affairs. Song Miao said with some resistance. Lin Musheng’s familiarity made her feel inexplicably irritable.
It seems that Ms. Song is very defensive against Lin. I still don’t want to covet other people’s companies. All I do is to help Song Clan. Trust me, I have no bad intentions. Lin Musheng looked calm, as if he were. It was really well-intentioned, and how could I be easily deceived by Lin Musheng.
What Lin Musheng did was clearly directed at the Song family, he was helping Song Yuanyang! Song Miao didn’t feel Lin Musheng’s help. Originally everything went according to plan. If it hadn’t been for Lin Musheng’s sudden insertion, he wouldn’t be in such an embarrassing situation now.
Thank you for helping Song Clan. Thank you for adding chaos to the Song Clan’s complicated situation. Song Miao said mockingly. Listening to Lin Musheng’s light and fluttering tone, she felt angry.
Lin Musheng heard the dissatisfaction in Song Miao’s tone, and he smiled awkwardly, “It seems that the acquisition of Song’s shares really angered you.”
Song Miao looked at Lin Musheng coldly, thinking that Lin Musheng was talking nonsense, she was so angry that she didn’t want to go out to chat privately with Lin Musheng and others.
But I will always remember someone telling me that she wants to improve her relationship with her father. I’m afraid that everything will be done too absolutely and I won’t be able to look back. Lin Musheng said nonchalantly, and the smile on his mouth was even better. NS.
Song Miao was taken aback by Lin Musheng’s words, something flashed across her mind, as if she had remembered something, but trying to remember it was nothing.
Seeing the surprised expression on Song Miao’s face, Lin Musheng reduced the smile on his face, and certain memories poured into his heart. The time of innocence back then is gone, and the loss in my heart can’t find a point of check and balance for a while.
I don’t understand what you are saying. Song Miao stood up as he said, cleaning up the files on the table. She is not in the mood to work now, so it’s better to find a clean place to have a good conversation with Lin Musheng.
It’s okay, I’m talking nonsense. Lin Musheng turned into Young Master Pian Pian again, looking like a gentleman, and the expression on his face became serious and serious.
I have taken care of the matter at hand, where shall we go next? Song Miao asked Lin Musheng, the expression on her face became serious. It’s better to make private chat more official.
You can go anywhere you want. Lin Musheng expressed that he would respect Song Miao’s opinion.
I think President Lin should have his own ideas, as long as it is not harmful to the fetus, I can do it. Song Miao specifically mentioned the fetus in her belly, and when she thought of Lin Musheng’s carefree invitation to drink coffee, countless bursts of light appeared on her head. Black lines.
There is a dessert house next to Song’s, it tastes good, otherwise we will go there. Lin Musheng had been to Song before, and someone took him to the dessert house, saying that over the years because of some memories of the beginning, Make Lin Musheng particularly fond of desserts.
Yeah. Song Miao didn’t refuse desserts.
The two walked out of Song’s door one after another. There was naturally some criticism behind them, but Song Miao and Lin Musheng didn’t care at all. Song Yuanyang knew that when they were going out together, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The dessert house is just a few steps away. It is also good for Song Miao, a pregnant woman, to walk more. This dessert house also has a small cozy box.
The small box, which can only accommodate two or three people, is very popular with couples. Of course, there are also three or two girlfriends nesting in the box for an afternoon, which is a good place to spend the afternoon.
Song Miao glanced at the menu and said casually, “Give me a tiramisu.”
Lin Musheng looked at Song Miao and muttered to himself in a low voice, “The taste has changed.”
Huh? Song Miao didn’t hear Lin Musheng’s voice, so he curiously wondered.
It’s okay. Pregnant women should not eat tiramisu. Lin Musheng smiled and told the waiter: “Here is a colorful fruit cake. This is more suitable for pregnant women. Put less cream.”
Song Miao looked at Lin Musheng with an inexplicable expression. Is there such a self-assertion? And what the hell is the colorful fruit cake? It sounds a little bit irritating. Little girls will eat it!
Trust me, it will be delicious, even though the name is a bit dirty. Lin Musheng blinked his right eye at Song Miao and smiled to himself.
This action once again evoked Song Miao’s deep memory. Such a familiar action seemed to be done by only one person. That person is. . . . . . .