The Boss is Very Busy

It took her a while before she realized the question asked by the teenager, but she didn't quite understand it.

The man was not in a hurry, his slender figure stood quietly in place, his crisp, soft hair and a pair of clear and bottomed eyes were calm and cool.

The cashier thought for a while and opened his mouth tentatively.

"You mean...MuMian sister?"

Mu Yan's expression paused slightly, and his lips were subconsciously pursed, and he asked in a low voice, "She is called MuMian?"

The girl blinked and nodded slowly: "...Yes, do you know the MuMian sister?"

The boy's eyes were squinted and deep, he pressed his lips, did not answer for a while, looked back suddenly and quietly, his slender and beautiful eyelashes drooping slightly, he asked.

"She resigned?"

Mu Yan asked again, and it came in a low tone, and the cashier shook his head subconsciously.

"She took time off and went back to her hometown. It seems that there is something urgent. Do you have anything to do with her?"

Yingrun's fingers were holding a cold drink, and Mu Yan's dark and thick eyelashes trembled. He turned around and said in a polite manner, "It's okay, thank you."

-

Father Mu took a rest, MuMian came to the hospital corridor and sat down, picked up the headphones on time at nine o'clock and started listening to the live broadcast.

The voice in the headset is still the same.

"Have you ever met such a person."

"She always makes you care, makes you do strange things, and can easily interfere with your emotions. When you can't see her, she is inexplicably panicked. What does it feel like?"

"When she didn't show up for a long time, would you be very anxious and want to see her? I really want to...Is this like it?"

The anchor's voice was flat, he was silent for two seconds, and said slowly.

"Will you hear? If I can, I want to tell you—I seem to want to see you."

The live broadcast ends.

Mu Yan stood up quietly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked to the window. He looked down at the city outside the window that was illuminated by various beautiful and eye-catching neon lights.

The boy's expression was calm, his beautiful long eyelashes blinked, and his gaze was fixed in one place.

A small bus station.

Several people in the stop sign stood there, quietly waiting for the bus to arrive, but how to look at it... there seemed to be a familiar shadow missing.

Can you hear it?

I just said, I want to tell you--

I seem to want to see you.

-

After a hundred days of trauma, MuMian stayed with Mu's father in the hospital for a few days before being urged back to school by the two parents.

So she had to pack up and get on the train back to school.

She still has holidays and is not in a hurry to go to work.

After returning from MuMian, Chu Yao seemed to have regained her former vitality, and she leaned close to the girl.

"Should we eat hot pot tonight?"

MuMian just sent a daily confession, she put down her phone and nodded: "Yes."

Chu Yao smiled.

"Then I will put on some makeup first and wait for me."

After Chu Yao dressed up, it was already evening, and the two left the school together.

The air was sultry in the summer night. The two had just got on the bus, and the car passed across the ground. On the way, it rained inexplicably in the sky.

Even MuMian wants to sigh, what kind of bad luck is this?

Chu Yao was slightly distressed.

"Why it's raining, I still want to eat hot pot and go shopping, what should I do now?"

MuMian leaned back on the chair, cursing silently in his heart, smiling on his face.

"No way, it's better next time."

Although disappointed, there was no way, Chu Yao leaned back in the chair like a discouraged, and muttered softly.

"I will definitely get my little skirt wet at the hot pot restaurant this time."

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White prostitute: Give me the ticket, and I will release the next two chapters.