The Boss is Very Busy

Mu Yan's behavior is really strange. MuMian couldn't help but get close to the past, attached to the boy's white ear, and whispered: "Brother, are you afraid of ghosts?"

"..."

Mu Yan's expression was calm, his delicate eyebrows frowned, and there was nothing wrong with him. His voice was steady and low: "You think too much."

MuMian quietly noticed his expression and couldn't help laughing.

After a while, the young man gently turned his body, his face was calm, he glanced at the girl's smile, Mu Yan pursed his lower lip, and sighed lowly, seemingly helpless.

"Don't want to watch it?"

MuMian smiled and turned around quickly: "Look at it."

She sat up straight and stopped teasing each other.

How can I not imagine that this person usually looks cold and cold, afraid of ghosts?

The ghosts that flashed by in the movie, blood-stained feet walked step by step, the camera slowly lifted up, the woman's face was extremely pale, her eyes scarlet, and red blood and tears fell down.

MuMian pays attention to the reaction of the person next to him. The person's fingers are slowly clenched, almost subconsciously, he turns his head and looks at the girl beside him.

MuMian endures nothing.

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds, and the refreshing fragrance suddenly approached. He loosened his fingers and then wrapped his arms around the girl's waist, with his forehead gently buried on her shoulders.

MuMian her shoulders sank, she blinked and patted his back comfortingly.

He heard his low-pitched voice.

"Cotton..."

"Huh?" MuMian responded.

Mu Yan buried her shoulders, her voice dull.

"She is terrible."

Finally admitted that I was afraid.

MuMian bit his lower lip, gently patted the boy in his arms, and asked tentatively.

"... Then we don't watch it?"

"No."

The person hugged a little more silently. He raised his head, and in the dimly lit theater, his dark eyes blinked gently. Because he was leaning on her shoulders, the boy's forehead looked a little messy, Mu Yan Glancing at the corners of the beautiful lips.

"You can't help but watch what you like."

MuMian looked at him, was silent for two seconds, and pursed his lips slightly.

"In fact, I don't need to watch it, and I don't like it very much."

"No." He said again. Mu Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her small mouth, with deep and cold eyebrows, and gently rubbed his fingers on the girl's waist. His voice was dumb: "You kiss me, I might not be afraid."

Huh?

MuMian froze for a moment, she pressed her lips tightly, and she couldn't change his nature as a dog at any time.

The girl sighed, raised her hand and grabbed his collar, pulling the boy closer, she closed her eyes and kissed him directly.

There was still creepy background music in the movie theater, and the two people in the back hugged tightly. Mu Yan's breath was unstable. The girl had loosened his collar, and her deep and gloomy eyes flickered in the darkness.

The boy pressed the corners of his lips, his delicate dark eyebrows were raised: "Suddenly I don't want to look at it."

MuMian doubts: "Why?"

Mu Yan looked at her eyes illuminated by the light from the screen, and the **** Adam's apple rolled a few times. He stretched out his slender white fingers and gently stroked the girl's cheeks, touching them delicately and softly.

"Because I want to take you out."

?

MuMian has an expression.

Seeing the person's complexion unchanged, he opened his lips and continued: "Bring it to the car."

"..." Suddenly it felt something wrong.

"Do it well."

? !

really!

The boy's complexion was light and breezy, and he opened the yellowest voice with the most innocent expression. He tilted his head, looked at the girl's wooden face, and pressed his lips.

"But I can only think about it, I can't practice it, so... I have it in my head and think seriously."