I'm not a coquettish slut after all [Quick Transmigration]

Mu Qing raised her head, her eyes were red and watery, looking at Sheng Tingjun's expression of crying or not.

"Baby, if you do this again, I really can't bear to leave." Sheng Tingjun felt sore and hurt in his heart, and wanted to tie Mu Qing back, but he couldn't bear it. Mu Qing likes filming, and the most talked about filming with him during meals is filming happy thing.

Mu Qing's eyes lit up, and she said, "Is it okay?"

But he immediately realized that Sheng Tingjun was teasing him, tears streaming down his face, "I, I'll see you off, and then come back to film."

Sheng Tingjun hooked his chin with his fingers, gently kissed away the tears on his face, and said, "Okay, you go see me off."

"Yeah." Mu Qing sobbed and packed Sheng Tingjun's luggage, and Sheng Tingjun brought a change of clothes. Mu Qing folded the clothes he changed yesterday and put them in the suitcase, and walked around the room again. Sheng Tingjun said, "Is there nothing left behind?"

Sheng Tingjun looked at him with complicated eyes, he stood by the bed and watched Mu Qing busy, when he heard Mu Qing's words, he lifted his hands lightly, and under the quilt were the underwear he took off yesterday.

Mu Qing: "...listen to my explanation, this is a misunderstanding."

Sheng Tingjun pinched the black bullet trousers with two fingers, and the panties shook and swayed. Mu Qing's eyes sneaked past him, and his face became more and more red.

"Tell me, I'm listening." This little thing secretly hid his underwear, it's really... unexpectedly exciting.

All the worries of parting were overwhelmed by Mu Qing's move to hide the panties. Mu Qing forgot to choke in shame, and said to Sheng Tingjun coyly: "I just want to keep something of yours with me, and there is no other meaning."

Sheng Tingjun said deliberately: "What are you doing keeping my underwear with you? Don't worry, I didn't mean anything wrong."

Seeing that Mu Qing couldn't make it up anymore, she could only raise her red face and said, "Then what, I just hold it and miss your big dick." Turning around, I didn't expect to be caught all at once.

"Okay, okay, I told you everything, let's go, or we'll miss the flight." Mu Qing snatched the underwear from Sheng Tingjun's hand and threw it on the bed, then pushed Sheng Tingjun out.

Sheng Tingjun couldn't laugh or cry when he was pushed out the door. His youth was so straightforward that he could blatantly snatch his underwear.

Mu Qing called Zhang Ping, and Zhang Ping drove to the door to pick them up in 2 minutes. For Zhang Ping, although the content of the job was a bit tough, he saw the salary rising every day and Mr. Sheng rewarded them from time to time. The bonus, he can do it no matter how hard he is.

Because of the "underpants" incident, the two of them no longer had the mood to say goodbye, and said goodbye normally. Mu Qing generously gave Sheng Tingjun a hug, with a dignified and awe-inspiring attitude, not at all base.

Sheng Tingjun was relieved that Mu Qing's sense of proportion was well grasped.

Seeing Sheng Tingjun get on the plane, Mu Qing and Zhang Ping returned to the car, Mu Qing said to Zhang Ping, "Brother Zhang, go directly to the film crew."

"Okay." Zhang Ping agreed.

"Brother Zhang..." Mu Qing's voice suddenly sounded faintly in the car, Zhang Ping was startled, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong, Xiao Qingqing? Is your throat uncomfortable?"

"I want to ask, besides being a manager, do you have any other jobs, such as... looking at me or something." Mu Qing's eyes also became dim.

Zhang Ping was sweating from his stare, "Qingqing, let's talk if we have something to say, we must not use violence, it will damage our image."

"It seems that there is such a thing." Mu Qing flashed a mouthful of small white teeth at Zhang Ping, Zhang Ping shrank himself into the seat as hard as he could, and said, "Boss Sheng is also afraid that something will happen to you, it is definitely not surveillance, it is Protection is protection." Sure enough, it was close to Zhu Zhechi, Qingqing learned a lot from Mr. Sheng's method, and she only felt sorry for herself, "being bullied" between the two sides, oh~ I am so pitiful~.

"Really protection?" Mu Qing asked.

"Of course." Zhang Ping nodded hastily.

Mu Qing was silent for a while, then bent her lips and said flatteredly, "He's pretty good, right, and he even sent you to protect me."

Zhang Ping: "..." I knew that Mu Qing was so easy to deceive, why did he talk a bunch of nonsense before.

———Here is the dividing line for shifting perspective——

Sheng Tingjun got off the plane, turned on his phone and immediately received two text messages, one was from Zhang Ping to report his safety, the other was from Mu Qing, there was only one word, repeated ten times.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Sheng Tingjun clicked on the reply interface, and his fingers were on the keyboard, but he didn't know what to reply.

Just as he was hesitating, the phone rang. It was the landline number of the old house, which was usually only used by Sheng Tingjun's mother, Ms. Cheng.

Sheng Tingjun quickly picked it up and said, "Hello, Mom. Well, yes, I'm here. I'm going to work soon. Is it tonight? OK, I'll go back after get off work."

Sheng Tingjun didn't know why his mother suddenly asked him to go back to the old house. He was not interested in eating. Did his mother know about Mu Qing?

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