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He delivered it to the door himself.

Han Mu purple eyes raised a smile of chicken thief, should a: "I know, I will send it."

The man at the other end didn't seem to notice anything wrong and hung up.

Han Muzi felt tired just now. Her legs were swollen, but now she was full of energy. Happily, she went back to the sofa and put on her shoes. She didn't care about anything. She walked directly towards the tea room.

When making coffee, Han Muzi's mood is not much better, and his steps are more brisk.

Ye Mo Shen's temperament, she is aware of, five years ago to him as an assistant, at that time his coffee is his own brewing.

Although he felt sorry for himself at that time, he gradually did not embarrass her on these trifles.

So his taste, Han Muzi is very clear.

Soon, Han Muzi made coffee and went out of the Secretary's room.

Now it's off work time, so this floor is quiet, there is no one, and sister Lin is not there. Han Muzi walks forward with coffee.

It's said that the president's office is at the bottom of this floor, so Han Muzi just has to go straight inside.

Finally, she arrived at the door of the president's office.

Heart, suddenly without warning to jump up, Han Muzi deep breathing, trying to calm down.

Han Muzi, you are so nervous that you just give me coffee. Did you forget what you used to do?

Don't be nervous.

Han Muzi knocked on the door as she pressed down her nervousness at the bottom of her heart.

"In."

Without a trace of temperature, the sound came from inside, empty, but directly into the heart of Han Muzi.

She opened the door and went in with her coffee.

Looking at the style of the office while walking, I can see that the decoration looks like it has been redesigned. Although he lost his memory, the decoration style still has no change with his own temperament. The cold color is the main color. The whole office gives people a very cold and serious feeling.

On the desk and on the ground clean a layer does not dye, this also can see that the host still has cleanliness addiction.

Well, it's still the same night.

It's her night.

Han Muzi secretly smiles, and then goes forward to deliver the coffee to his hand: "president, your coffee."

She is close to send, when bending down, the ponytail in the back of her head unconsciously leans forward to the arm, with a faint fragrance.

When people came in, ye Moshen didn't even lift his head. He had been dealing with his work. Until now, a faint fragrance of a woman lingered around him unconsciously, and yemoshen didn't realize that something was wrong.

He frowned and raised his eyes.

Because Han Muzi is bent over to deliver coffee, just met him and raised his head, so her delicate face broke into the night's deep sight.

Han Muzi also just raised his head, two people's eyes on.

This is a very close distance.

Han Muzi looked at him stupidly, unable to move his eyes.

She is not a flower maniac, but This kind of lost and recovered feeling really made her want to see more, even if it was just one!

"Have you seen enough?"

Sharp voice suddenly rang out, Han Muzi saw the night Mo deep thin lips light open, eyes slightly mocking at her.

She regained consciousness and abruptly stepped back, shaking her head.

"Sorry."

Night Mo deep sneer, eyes are full of disdain color, it seems to her behavior has long been clear, sneer: "you still have a means."

He was able to stand out from a crowd of interviewers and take the position of secretary assistant.

The most important thing is that his secretary was Wei Chijin's former secretary. It's hard to get into her eyes, but I didn't expect that this strange woman passed through like this.

Yes, she used means to herself, and successfully let herself remember her, let alone others.

Means? Han Mu purple beautiful eyes blinked for a while, still thinking what night Mo Shen refers to?

Is that the way she got into the company?

Is thinking, night Mo Shen raised his hand to take coffee to thin lips, action elegant sipping.

“……”

The strong aroma of coffee diffuses in the root of the tongue and fills the whole mouth. This feeling

Night Mo Shen narrows his eyes dangerously and looks at Han Muzi.

"Did you make this coffee?"

His voice pulled Han Muzi back to reality, and she nodded subconsciously, "well."

Then he nervously asked, "what's the problem?"

Seeing his eyes looking at himself dangerously and frowning, Han Muzi began to doubt whether his coffee was not well made? Or did she add sugar to it as soon as she was excited?No, she was very careful,

so Han Muzi looked at the night carefully and asked softly, "coffee, isn't it good?"

Night Mo deep did not pay attention to her, just looking at her eyes some complex, thin lips moved, "out."

Han Muzi:

She wants to say, you haven't said coffee is good, so let her go out without saying anything. She is really very square. But in the face of his cold eyes, Han Muzi dare not say anything more, so she can only nod and go out of the office.

After she left, Mo Shen took another sip of coffee.

One mouthful, another.

Until the whole cup of coffee to see the bottom, the action of the night is not deep enough to stop, and then stare at the cup under a little coffee in a daze.

I didn't expect that the coffee made by this strange woman was quite suitable for his taste.

It's like it's tailor-made for him.

Ye Mo deep subconsciously licked thin lips, and then put the cup to the side.

*

after returning to the Secretary's office, Han Muzi was restless. She didn't know what ye Moshen was thinking now. After drinking coffee, she asked herself to go out again. Did she make that cup of coffee?

Thinking of this, Han Muzi couldn't help but get up and went to the tea room.

She made another cup of coffee, and then sent it to her lips to taste. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.

This should be the taste that ye Moshen likes? Can amnesia change people's taste?

However, Han Muzi is most worried about the problem of her previous operation process error. If there is another chance, she must taste the coffee before delivering it to him.

Thinking of this, Han Muzi made up his mind and returned to the secretary room with coffee.

Soon, it was time to go to work in the afternoon.

When sister Lin arrived at the Secretary's office, she received a phone call from the office, asking her to make a cup of coffee and send it to the president's office.

After putting down the phone, sister Lin directly ordered Han Muzi: "Muzi, you first make a cup of coffee and send it."

"Oh." Han Muzi nodded, and then went to the tea room. This time, she learned to be good. After soaking, she secretly tasted a small mouthful. After confirming that there was no problem, she took it to sister Lin.