My Cold And Beautiful CEO

Mu Qianxue originally thought that the reason why she had such a dream and couldn't control her brain to recall it was all because of the influence of Qin Hao's presence.

However, she now found that even after Qin Hao left, the embarrassing and annoying dream still existed in her mind, and her thoughts were still uncontrollably imagining, which made her feel like she was going crazy. It wasn't her at all, she did things she didn't do at all, she thought things she shouldn't think.

"What's wrong with me?"

After the boat is far away, the hatred is caused by the loneliness

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Just when Mu Qianxue was struggling with pain, Qin Hao fled out of the CEO's office. The moment he closed the door, he let go of his hanging heart.

Damn it, it's so exciting to have such a dream with that iceberg girl. But it's strange to say that this woman changed as she said, she was still thanking me for saving her life in the first thirty seconds, and then she sent the Taoist out in the next thirty seconds. Could it be that I did something to anger her? No, shouldn't it?

Ah, the needle in the bottom of a woman's heart, that's true.

"Hehe, why did you come to the company so early today? Why didn't you go back to the marketing department? Ah, I see, you didn't come to see me because I came back to work today, did you?" In Qin Hao's heart While guessing wildly, a voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Qin Hao turned his head and saw that it was Song Yao who was recuperating at home due to a gunshot wound.

He rubbed his nose in embarrassment, nodded dryly and said, "Well, I'm here to see you, how is it? Doesn't the arm affect it?"

"It's okay, didn't you say it? It's very good." Song Yao said and waved her arms in front of Qin Hao, "Hey, since you came to see me, why did you stay at the door of Xiaoxue's office? Why don't you come to my office?"

Qin Hao smiled and touched Song Yao's head: "No need, I just haven't been to the department for a few days, you know, I asked for leave for a few days when I just started work, and my colleagues probably complained, I have to go back and have a look .”

"Um."

Song Yao nodded and watched Qin Hao's back walking into the elevator, full of doubts. Qin Hao's clothes seemed to be exactly the same as last night. Didn't he go home last night? Instead, stayed overnight with Mu Qianxue in the office?

Thinking of this, she knocked on the door of the president's office, but to her surprise, there was no response from inside. Pushing open the door and entering, Song Yao found that Mu Qianxue was not only in the office, but also uncharacteristically not working, but sitting on the boss chair in a daze, her face turning red and blue.

Seems to be worrying about something.

"Xiaoxue, I'm back." Song Yao walked into the office and said with a smile while closing the door.

Seeing Song Yao, Mu Qianxue became much more energetic. She walked in front of her in three steps at a time, grabbed her arm and looked at it carefully, and after finding out that it was correct, she said, "How is it? Is your arm healed? Are you sure you can work? If not, you can rest for a few more days, don't worry, I can hold on by myself."

Song Yao shook her head: "It's okay, trust me, I know my body, and it's already healed. By the way, what were you thinking just now? You were so preoccupied that you didn't even pay attention to my knock on the door."

As soon as this was mentioned, Mu Qianxue seemed a little flustered, and those messy images appeared in her mind again, and she quickly explained: "It's nothing, it's nothing, it's about work. By the way, today is your first day back after recovering from your injury. , let me make you a cup of coffee, what would you like to drink?"

Shike is far from alone in the Taike war

"The latte is ready." Song Yao was not polite to her, or the relationship between the two of them didn't need to be polite, she smiled and put the document in her hand on the desk.

While Mu Qianxue was making coffee, she still couldn't help thinking about those scenes in her mind, which gave her a headache. Shaking her head, Mu Qianxue forced herself to return to her normal state, put the coffee in front of Song Yao, and the two started a conversation at work and some handovers.

The enemy is not far, not cool, the police station is in trouble

"Xiaoxue, do you have something on your mind?" Song Yao put down the document in her hand, and looked at Mu Qianxue suspiciously. Today, Mu Qianxue gave her a feeling of being extremely absent, which can be said to be the first time in so many years since we met. Second-rate. Even when she was being held hostage by terrorists at that time, Mu Qianxue was still that rational and calm strong woman, but now she is worried, full of mistakes, and doesn't seem to be focused on work at all.

"No, no..." Mu Qianxue quickly waved her hand, hesitated for a while, and said suddenly and tentatively: "Yaoyao, let me make an analogy with you, it's a hypothetical, let's assume you know. A person, obviously hates another person in his heart, But I can’t help but think of him in my mind. Whenever something happens, I will think of him, and I clearly warn myself not to think about it, but I can’t control it, as if, as if, my body and thoughts are not my own.”

Song Yao's heart tightened, she felt a little danger, and her intuition told her that the hypothetical person was Mu Qianxue herself, and the other person was Qin Hao.

She hesitated for a while, and said with a smile: "It's not easy. If you really don't want to think about that person, then you should separate. As long as you let him go, if you don't see him, you won't think about it."

"If, I mean if, she can't leave that person, relies on that person, and can't drive that person away, but she doesn't want to be entangled with that person, what should she do?" Mu Qianxue asked again.

Song Yao sighed in her heart, everything was clear in her heart, looking at Mu Qianxue's eyes eager to get the answer, she said softly: "There is no way. Because, she has fallen in love with that person. Love is poison, one drink will lose one's soul, love It's also strong wine, and you can get drunk once you drink it. Therefore, unless you cut everything off, there is no cure. Xiaoxue, are you in love with him?"

"Who?" Mu Qianxue's expression was stiff, her fingers trembling slightly.

Song Yao stared straight at Mu Qianxue's beautiful pupils, and squeezed out a name from her mouth: "Qin Hao."

"How is it possible!" Hearing this name, Mu Qianxue seemed particularly excited, as if she had suffered some great humiliation, "Yaoyao, as I said, it's a hypothesis, and those two people are hypotheses! Besides, why do you think of me? With Qin Hao? We are just a fake marriage, a contract worker, I am an employer, he is an employee hired by me, how could there be any love. You know, Yaoyao, I will never really get married in this life. "

"Oh." Mu Qianxue's performance made Song Yao understand everything. She knows this good girlfriend who was together in college so well. In terms of work ability, she is a strong woman, but in terms of life and emotions, she is a thorough Xiaobai, so, the leaked tell will explain everything.

It would be great if this was the case, Song Yao murmured in her heart, she couldn't believe that Mu Qianxue's heart began to collapse, and she lost to Qin Hao, what should she do? We were together before because there was no possibility and no relationship between Mu Qianxue and Qin Hao. But now, what should she do?

Mu Qianxue was also flustered at the moment. She knew that she was completely new to these common-sense issues, so she asked Song Yao for advice. However, in the end, she came up with such an answer that was completely impossible and shouldn't be. What should she do? Is this true or false? How should we deal with it? She felt that she was trapped in a maze, and she couldn't get out no matter what, and she couldn't think of any feasible method.

ps: I feel a little uncomfortable at the beginning of the day today, and my head is groggy. I will change it for a while, and it will be three to four tomorrow. Forgive me, and ask for some flowers by the way. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .