"Where did you get the money to buy the bag?"

One sentence caused a drop of sweat to drip from the corner of Song's forehead, the movement of pinching his shoulders stopped, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Under Huo Qingzhi's scrutinizing gaze, Song Yuran sweated and said, "Uh...that's..."

She murmured, "Some projects that don't pay salary card dividends, I have saved another card..."

After finishing speaking, she saw Huo Qingzhi take a peaceful breath, then the boss's chair moved back a short distance, and she lowered herself and opened the drawer under the desk.

There were car keys and a wallet in the drawer. Huo Qingzhi took out the wallet and took out a card from it.

Immediately afterwards, he handed the card to Song Yuran: "This is your salary card, you should keep it safe."

Song Yuran didn't dare to accept it, his head shook like a rattle, afraid that Huo Qingzhi would be angry because he kept the small treasury privately, so he quickly took out the bank card of the small treasury from his pocket.

"No, no, you should keep it for me! This is another card! You also keep it together!" Director Song looked somewhat embarrassed as he handed the small treasury with both hands.

Although there is not much money left in the small treasury.

"What are you doing?" Huo Qingzhi said with a smile, "I asked you to take back your salary card, and you gave me another one?"

Song Yuran didn't care about so much, he raised a finger, and vowed: "I will never keep the small treasury privately from now on!"

Huo Qingzhi reached out to grab the swearing hand, palm up, and returned the salary card to her hand.

"I didn't want to take it at first." Huo Qingzhi said: "Keep the salary card by yourself, in case someone uses the money in the future, it won't be so embarrassing."

"Also, don't buy such an expensive bag in the future, and keep your money in more important places."

Listening to Huo Qingzhi's words, Song Yuran had the illusion that the two of them had begun to live their lives. They had already passed the romantic period of a passionate couple, returned to the ordinary life, and began to plan for the future instead of just caring about the present.

But at this moment, she remembered that they had talked about the future before. When it came to marriage, Huo Qingzhi still puts his career first.

A little bit of disappointment flashed in mood, but quickly cheered up. After a few months of separation, why bother with the topic of when to get married.

She knew that Mr. Huo was not greedy for her little money, and that returning the salary card to her was not just trying to get her to test her reaction, so she put the salary card back in her pocket.

The feeling of carrying a big treasury is different, Song Yuran even felt that he could walk sideways into the sales department tomorrow, and waved his hand grandly: Give me a suite!

"That's right." Huo Qingzhi said: "The company's shareholders' dividends will be credited to your card after the settlement at the end of the year, and it will only take a few days."

"???" Song Yuran hadn't thought about the dividend at all, and her eyes widened in surprise.

On the contrary, Mr. Huo asked calmly, "Why are you so surprised?"

"No." Song Yuran was a little confused, and subconsciously asked, "Why did you give me shares? Why didn't you ask me what I thought?"

"I've asked. You are also the one who signed the equity transfer agreement."

"???"

Huo Qingzhi took out a kraft paper bag from the drawer at the bottom of a pile of documents, which contained a share transfer, and the last signed font really belonged to Song Yuran.

"Before." Seeing that she was still confused, Huo Qingzhi guided her to recall: "It's still in this office. I asked you to sign a document, and you signed it without asking."

Song Yuran slowly recalled that it really happened. At that time, Huo Qingzhi just asked her to sign it, and didn't say what it was. She didn't care what kind of document it was. Even if it was a contract of sale, she could sign it without frowning..

"You can take it as a reward of trust. As for the dowry or the dowry—" Speaking of this, Mr. Huo dodged his eyes and gave a rare dry cough, "You understand it yourself."

Speaking of this, Song Yuran was not sleepy anymore. She supported the table with one hand, tipped her toes lightly, sat on the desk, brushed her hair coquettishly, and winked at Huo Qingzhi: "Oh~It seems that Mr. Huo finally wants to go down to earth~ The heart of spring is rippling~"

The speech is more or less like a thief shouting "stop thief".

Normally, Mr. Huo would have fought back long ago after being stabbed like this, but now she felt a little guilty and embarrassed in her heart, so she stretched out her hand and gently pushed Song Yuran's leg.

Deliberately disgusted: "Okay, don't stop me from approving documents, I've been very busy these days."

"Okay." Song Yuran obediently stood back on the ground and patted the folds of her trousers, "When will you finish your work? I'll go back and make dinner first, so you can have a hot meal when you get home~ What do you want to eat??”

"How about some stewed ribs? But hot pot is also good in this weather."

"Let's eat hot pot." Huo Qingzhi said.

"Okay, then I'll go grocery shopping." Deciding what to eat, Song Yuran was full of energy and prepared to cook a sumptuous hot pot meal.

The topic of what to eat tonight hadn't come up between them for a long time, Huo Qingzhi was a little emotional, looked at the documents on the table, and put down his pen.

"Let's go out to eat." Huo Qingzhi stood up, "Now."

"Huh?" Song Yuran looked at the documents on the table, "What about the rest of the work?"

"bring home."

The two looked at each other and hit it off immediately. Song Yuran, who has rich experience as a secretary, immediately cleaned up the desktop, packed the documents, and went home from get off work.

Song Yuran's car was parked in front of the company.

It was already off-duty time, and there was a car parked at the door. It was blue, and it could be seen from the side lines that it was a certain 'luxury car' brand.

"Huh?" Huo Qingzhi swept around, "You didn't drive here?"

"It's on." Song Yuran calmly took out the car key, the car logo on it revealed the smell of money, she pressed it lightly, and the lights of the luxury car opposite flashed.

In Huo Qingzhi's memory, Song Yuran's car was not this one.

Seeing her doubts, Song Yuran suppressed the pride that was about to overflow, and continued: "This car was rewarded at the company's annual meeting."

That being said, she felt that the company would reward her with this car not entirely because of her achievements, but also with a sense of appeasement. After all, the incident of reporting emails would make people feel a little nervous.

Anyway, getting a new car is something to be happy about.

She grabbed Huo Qingzhi's wrist, her restraint broke for a second, and she said excitedly: "My co-pilot is ready for you~!"

In the past few days, Song Yuran has been busy with the formalities for the new car, and even bought a cute dog pillow for the co-pilot, so that even if she drives long distances and sits for a long time, her waist will not be too uncomfortable.

Park the car in the square, and when you get out of the car, you will see a huge screen on the outer wall of the mall, with star advertisements on it.

The star's flawless face is extremely beautiful even if it is magnified countless times. Huo Qingzhi stopped and looked up at the picture of the advertisement's face frozen in the poster's pose on the screen.

"She's beautiful." Huo Qingzhi said suddenly.

Song Yuran also stopped, and looked up at the face on the huge screen. She had seen the star on it face to face, and she was the host who partnered with her at the celebration party.

"Yeah, she was amazing the first time I saw her." Song Yuran sighed from the bottom of her heart: "It's well maintained, and she doesn't look ten years old at all."

Huo Qingzhi responded lightly, looked away and looked forward, at the same time took Song Yuran's hand, and walked slowly towards the entrance of the mall.

"During the time we were apart, have you ever met someone who made you a little bit tempted?" Huo Qingzhi talked about this topic. The party that day was full of stars. Compared with the stars, ordinary people have becomeVery ordinary.

"That night, I stood on the stage and saw the countless audiences below, but I could see you at a glance among the countless people. Do you know what I was thinking at that time?"

Huo Qingzhi turned to look at her.

"Everyone is colorful in my eyes, but you are black and white." Song Yu paused, and continued: "I will blend into color, but in the end I will embrace black and white. Black can be infinitely tolerant, while white is veryPure, this is what I yearn for in my heart.”

"The world can't live without black and white, and I can't live without Qing."

Huo Qingzhi slowly withdrew his gaze, looked ahead, and unconsciously tightened Song Yuran's hand, and said softly, "We'll go on a trip after we finish seeing mom."

...

Song Yuran managed to stay overnight at Huo Qing's house, but due to work, the two of them were out of sync.

Song Yuran, who was already on vacation, slept late, and felt that the person next to her pillow woke up not long after she fell asleep. She slept stupefied and forced herself to get up, sending Huo Qingzhi to work on purpose.

Although Huo Qingzhi clearly refused to allow her to sleep peacefully in the morning, Song Yuran seemed obsessed with getting up to send his girlfriend to work no matter how sleepy he was.

After sending them back home, they fall back to sleep, sleep for a few more hours, get up to make lunch, then give their girlfriend a love lunch, prepare dinner after sending them home, and pick up Huo Qing from get off work when it's almost time.

In the eyes of outsiders, running back and forth like this is a bit of a toss, but Song Yuran enjoys it, knowing that only when he is on vacation can he enjoy this kind of sweet toss.

The countdown to the holiday finally came to that day. Thinking that Hua Sen will be on holiday starting tomorrow, Song Yuran deliberately spent more time on the last love lunch before the year.

So much so that she started preparing lunch when she came back from sleep in the morning. Now that Huo Qingzhi had finished her lunch, she started to yawn.

Huo Qingzhi put the lunch box into the thermal bag, raised his eyelids, saw Song Yuran's tired face and asked, "Did you sleep in the morning?"

"Yeah." Song Yuran nodded, she picked up the bag and stood up, "Then I'll go back."

Huo Qingzhi was a little worried about her state. It would be very dangerous to doze off in the middle of the drive, so he said, "You stay and take a nap before going back."

There is a bed in the small cubicle in the office. Since the purpose is to take a nap, the size is a bit small. It is just right for one person, but it is a bit reluctant for two people.

Now that he heard Liu taking a nap, Song Yuran regained his energy a bit, and immediately responded, "Okay!"

In order to let her sleep comfortably, Huo Qingzhi originally wanted to make do with the sofa in the office, but Song Yuran rubbed him softly, half pushed and half pulled into the cubicle.

The two were lying on their sides, Song Yuran clung to her like an octopus, and the small bed was just right.

In addition, the weather was cold, and there was no air conditioner in the cubicle, so it was just right to hug her for warmth. Song Yuran buried his face in her arms and rubbed and rubbed, and then fell asleep soundly.

When he woke up again, Huo Qingzhi's lunch break alarm bell rang, and Huo Qingzhi quickly turned it off after it rang, but Song Yuran had already heard the sound, and opened his eyes in a daze.

He was a little unhappy after being woken up, and buried his face in Huo Qingzhi's arms again, rubbing and rubbing, as if to vent his dissatisfaction.

"I woke you up." Huo Qingzhi patted her head like coaxing a child, "I'm going to work, go on to sleep."

"No." Someone really played with a child's temper, "You can sleep with me for a while, 5 minutes, 5 minutes."

There were still 5 minutes before work time, so Huo Qingzhi patiently asked her to squint for a while.

Song Yuran slowly regained consciousness, and the mint-flavored pheromone she smelled became clearer in the small space. She opened her eyes and saw Huo Qingzhi's beautiful collarbone. A few buttons on the neckline were undid at some point, revealing the light color insideAt the corner of the lace edge, the button was probably rubbed open by myself.

Normally, she would not be affected by this pheromone at all. Perhaps it was caused by the atmosphere of the environment, and the mint smell became stronger, bewitching her reason.

She raised her head and met Huo Qingzhi's gaze, her brows and eyes were soft, and she lost her aggressiveness of protecting herself outside.

Song Yuran unconsciously pursed her lower lip, and grabbed the corner of her clothes with her fingers, and the flat fabric suddenly wrinkled.

Slowly raising his head, his cheeks approached tentatively, Huo Qingzhi didn't dodge, probably bewitched by the opponent's pheromone.

The soft lips were imprinted on those lips, and they bit each other lightly, and the atmosphere rose steadily with the kiss.

The crib creaked.

Song Yuran had already straightened up, with one leg resting on the mattress, propping up her body to cover Huo Qing.

The shutters on the only window of the cubicle are closed, and a little light spills through the gaps in the hinges, enough to create a completely private space.

Huo Qingzhi bit the other party's lips lightly to signal the end of the kiss, and hummed softly in his nasal cavity, "What do you want?"

Song Yuran blinked, and a word popped out of her brain to answer, pressing her lips against her ear, and replied, "Fuck you~"

At this moment, Song Yuran really felt that he was a giant a.

But just when she was about to take action, there was a knock on the office door, followed by Secretary Yu's voice.

Clearly passed into the compartment: "Mr. Huo? Are you there, Mr. Huo?"

"..." Song Yuran felt as if he had eaten a fly.

"Stop making trouble." The expression changed so quickly, Huo Qingzhi couldn't help laughing, she patted the other person's face, "I'm going to work, be good."

Song Yuran was reluctant to sit up.

Just as he was scolding Secretary Yu thousands of times in his heart, he suddenly heard Huo Qingzhi mutter when he got up: "What kind of big-tailed wolf is the little white rabbit pretending to be?"

"!!!???"

Just as Huo Qingzhi put on his coat and was about to open the door, a person suddenly covered him up behind him. Before she could react, she was pressed against the wall, and there was a muffled sound when her hand touched the door.

Before she could speak, someone kissed her fiercely, as if someone had been stepped on her big tail. One hand was not polite, and after hovering through the fabric, there was a posture of taking advantage of it.

Huo Qingzhi hurriedly grabbed her hand, and Secretary Yu was separated by a wall. With red ears, she said in a low voice, "Don't make trouble, Secretary Yu is outside."

Song Yuran didn't care, snorted softly, and replied in a low voice and full of momentum: "I'm a wolf with a big tail, ouch~"

Secretary Yu outside the door caught the noise of the compartment door, walked over, and asked, "Mr. Huo, are you still resting? I have something to report to you."

Seeing that one of the few people with shattered self-esteem came up stubbornly, and really wanted to steal the forbidden fruit, once Alpha got serious, there was such an obvious gap in strength, even Mr. Huo could only beg for mercy.

"Okay, you're not a little white rabbit, there are still people outside, stop making trouble, we'll talk about it when we get home tonight."

Song Yuran paused, and said, "Then you say: My Ranbao is so powerful, the universe is super fierce, and my old Gong is so good."

She didn't dare to say anything ashamed, for she was afraid that Mr. Huo would settle the score later, and she was even more afraid of being locked up by Jinjiang.

Huo Qingzhi: "..." This strange desire to win.

Secretary Yu's voice continued: "Mr. Huo? Is something wrong with you? Do you need me to come in?"

And someone raised his eyebrows, with an expression of not giving up until he reached his goal.

Huo Qingzhi sighed lightly, a little bit unrequitedly said: "My family's natural treasure is so powerful, the universe is super fierce, my old Gong is so good."

"Emotions are not in place." Someone Song said, who was cowardly and successful, "Say it again with both voice and emotion."

"..." Huo Qingzhi comforted himself in his heart, the necessary 'play' is also one of the ways to enhance the relationship between lovers.

"My natural treasure is so powerful~ The universe is super fierce, my old Gong, I love it so much!"

Song Yuran was satisfied now.

When he walked out of the cubicle, Huo Qingzhi had only one thought in his mind.

A bad dog hook with 108 hearts!