Poor Little Guy is the Top Guy

   Chapter 92 Change the name?

   In the end, Mu Qingcheng was naturally urged by Mu Qing “unusually”, and was blasted out of the ward.

   At that time, in the elevator

   Mu Qingcheng and Si Qingchen stood behind.

  Si Nan and Si Bei were like a gable, side by side, standing in front of the two with a serious look.

  This discouraged many people who wanted to ride the elevator together, and in the end there were only four of them.

  Simply, this elevator is narrow and small, so it is not a waste of public resources.

   But the expected fanfare did not appear, Si Qingchen went out with only two subordinates.

   This made Mu Qingcheng a little surprised and couldn’t help but tease,

   “I didn’t expect Mr. Si to be so low-key and not take anyone with him when he travels?”

  Si Qingchen naturally heard the deep meaning of her words, and suddenly turned his head and leaned in front of her.

   Mu Qingcheng was caught off guard, startled by the face that suddenly zoomed in front of him, and unconsciously retreated to the side.

   However, before taking two steps, his back hit the railing on one side of the elevator.

  Si Qingchen approached step by step, raised his hand, and pressed it on both sides of her shoulders, ignoring the presence of his subordinates, and locked the person in his arms in a grand manner.

   Mu Qing pursed his eyes, his cheeks were instantly covered with a layer of pale pink, he wanted to raise his hand to push him, but he didn’t know where to start.

   After a long time of awkwardness, he just murmured softly,

   “Si Qingchen, what are you doing?”

   “You’re not trying to find fault, eh?”

   “Where do I have it?”

   Being pierced by someone in person, the girl instantly softened her attitude, bit the corner of her lips, and blinked tremblingly.

   The flustered look is like a deer that has only lost its direction. While glancing at the “gable” not far away from time to time, he complained and glared at the unscrupulous man in front of him.

  Si Qingchen suddenly felt that since the attack on that night, the distance between the two seemed to have narrowed a lot.

   This girl who has been tightly wrapping herself has actually gradually revealed her original color without knowing it.

   Green, sweet and sour, crisp and tender, it’s hard to keep up.

   He suddenly understood why so many poets compared girls to unripe fruits.

   The first time I tasted the entrance, I really couldn’t stop.

   “Si Qingchen, stand up quickly!”

   At this moment, watching the numbers displayed on the elevator continue to drop, Mu Qingcheng was in a hurry, for fear of being seen by others.

   She frowned and urged Si Qingchen, but in exchange for a deep smile from the man, he came over again, shortening the distance to the extreme, and at the same time, whispered,

   “It’s okay if you want me to get up, you promise me a condition first.”

   The two were already close at hand, and even while they were talking, the tip of the man’s nose was rubbing against the tip of her nose, causing Mu Qingcheng to panic completely.

  Two hands unknowingly tangled around the clothes beside him, losing all measure and grasp.

  Si Qingchen didn’t rush her and waited patiently.

   It’s just that her eyes are hot and entangled, and she patrols her face back and forth again and again, ambiguous and ambiguous everywhere.

   In the end, Mu Qingcheng was only twenty years old.

   When it comes to fighting, she does her part, but when she encounters feelings, especially a man ten years older than her, there is absolutely no room for him to fight back.

   For a long time, she gritted her teeth, and she made a tragic expression as if she was about to sacrifice herself. She closed her eyes and said,

   “You speak.”

   In exchange for a helpless smile from the man, he couldn’t help raising his hand, rubbed her hair, and said softly like a pet.

   “Can you, don’t keep calling me Secretary Qingchen.”

   “Then what am I calling you?”

“Um,”

  The man seemed to think about it very “seriously”, and then suddenly buckled the girl’s neck and pulled the person closer.

   I don’t know what was whispering in her ear, but she blushed instantly when she saw the girl.

   It took more than ten seconds before he let out a low cry like a kitten,

   “Brother Chenchen.”

   If the old man gets angry, there really is nothing wrong with the woman.

   (end of this chapter)