"Ugh, this is so annoying! It's been so long, and I've only managed to finish less than a tenth of it..."

"If this keeps up, we'll have to work overtime tonight to finish the project..."

Qingque sullenly muttered, looking rather dejected.

For her, working overtime to meet deadlines was worse than the end of the world...

Lin Mo glanced at her, then patted her shoulder and said, "Hey, relax. With so much data, even working overtime won't make much difference."

Qingque turned around and glared at him fiercely. "How dare you make sarcastic remarks here? If you hadn't mocked me, would we have wasted so much time?"

Lin Mo waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Think what you want, it won't be my salary that gets deducted."

As he spoke, he casually placed the ancient books and documents in his arms aside, lay down on the rustic sandalwood chair, and took out a folding fan from his pocket, leisurely drinking red tea.

Qingque stood with her hands on her hips, her face stern, staring at Lin Mo who was lying flat, gritting her teeth.

As the folding fan danced, the rich aroma of tea drifted away on a gentle breeze, reaching Qingque's side.

Sensing the enticing fragrance, Qingque subconsciously sniffed it, then paused in surprise.

She couldn't help but swallow, the anger in her eyes dissipating with the aroma of tea.

Seeing this, Lin Mo waved his hand, and the ancient kettle and exquisite wine cup, steaming hot, were carried over by a blue-green force of destiny.

Glug glug...

The black tea slowly flowed from the spout, quickly filling the cup. The steam rising from it added a touch of mystery to the cup, making one want to explore further.

"Hey? Lin Mo, didn't you say you were broke? Where did you get all this stuff?"

"Lin Mo, let me tell you, the world of antiques is a very complex place. If you can't handle it, let me take a good look at it for you."

Is the kettle the main point?

Looking at the greedy little girl, Lin Mo smiled helplessly.

"Want a drink?"

"Oh dear, I'm so embarrassed."

Although she said that, Qingque's body language betrayed her true feelings...

Ten minutes later.

Like Lin Mo, Qingque lay leisurely on the wooden recliner, gently stroking her slightly swollen belly. Her fair and tender face was filled with contentment.

"belch."

Qingque couldn't help but let out a burp, then she scratched the back of her head sheepishly and looked at Lin Mo as if she were naive.

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I accidentally drank it all and forgot to leave some for you. I'll definitely make it up to you when I get my salary."

Lin Mo's lips twitched slightly. This black tea was not cheap, especially for someone like him who didn't earn much money each month... it was extremely precious.

Moreover, Lin Mo also had a severe tea addiction, just like Qing Que's card-playing addiction...

Damn it, I was careless. I didn't expect this little potato to be such a good drinker.

Lin Mo shook his head helplessly, but quickly came to terms with it. It was just a pot of black tea, which was only about a month's salary for him under normal circumstances...

A month's salary.

Damn it, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. I'm going to squeeze a lot of money out of her when she gets paid.

Qingque was completely unaware of Lin Mo's little scheme. She blinked her big eyes at Lin Mo and shamelessly said, "Hey, Lin Mo? Do you still have any black tea? How about another pot to perk you up?"

Lin Mo's face was gloomy, and he didn't know what to do.

Seeing this, Qingque wisely chose to back down.

"Hey, it's okay if we don't have black tea, green tea will do too."

You look like a green tea plant.

Lin Mo took a deep breath and resisted the urge to beat the little girl up.

He stood up and said righteously, "Little Bluebird, Little Bluebird! How could you have fallen so low?"

"A task as heavy as a mountain weighs on us, yet you choose to ignore it? You only know how to revel in this illusory aroma of tea?"

"What kind of behavior is this!"

When he said the last sentence, Lin Mo suddenly raised his voice, which startled Little Bluebird.

It's clear that a lot of personal emotion was involved.

Startled, Qingque huddled her arms inside her emerald sleeves, pressing them against her chest, her large eyes filled with grievance.

"If you don't have it, you don't have it. Why are you yelling so loudly!"

Qingque's face was full of resentment.

After saying that, he couldn't help but add a sentence.

"You were the one who slacked off first, you moral hypocrite."

But when she thought about how she had drunk the other person's entire pot of expensive black tea without their permission, her voice sounded somewhat weak.

Lin Mo realized that his behavior seemed a bit excessive. He coughed and patted Qing Que's shoulder to comfort her, "Alright, alright, let's go back to work."

Looking at the dazzling array of bookshelves in front of her, Qingque's mood worsened.

"well……"

She sighed, walked past Lin Mo listlessly, and buried herself in her endless work.

Looking at Qingque's lonely figure, Lin Mo vaguely felt that he might have gone a bit too far.

He gazed at the sea of ​​books before him, stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, and then slowly walked out of the library.

Qingque watched Lin Mo walk away, feeling very dissatisfied. Just as she was about to call him to stop, Lin Mo had already disappeared.

Only Qingque was left standing there, her little face puffed up in surprise.

...

Three hours later.

"Hey, Little Bluebird! Come here for a second."

Lin Mo stepped into the library, closed his folding fan, and waved to Qing Que with a smile.

At that moment, Qingque, who was holding a pile of ancient books, subconsciously looked at him. Just then, a heavy ancient book wobbled down and hit Qingque hard on the head.

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