The Boss is Very Busy

The radio broadcast ended smoothly. Just after Mu Yan took off his headset, the director pushed in. He walked over, looked at the silent teenager in the seat, and asked casually.

"What's the matter with you today? The atmosphere is so sad."

The young boy's long eyelashes were hanging slightly, and he just raised his eyes and glanced at the opponent coldly.

"..."

The director wondered: "Why do I feel that I seem to provoke you every day?"

Mu Yan ignored him, just stood up quietly and walked slowly out of the window. The small bus station opposite was lit, and the warm light in the recording room reflected his beautiful slender figure.

The director looked over, and the boy was standing in front of the large French window with his hands in his pockets, and he looked lonely and coldly inexplicably.

He stood for a while, only to see that the girl in the white dress appeared there. The gentle and slender girl stood quietly in the crowd, holding milk tea in her hand, while she was biting the straw while holding the milk tea in her small hand.

Until the bus came slowly and watching the girl safely get in the car, Mu Yan turned sideways slightly, looking at the director with cold eyes, his thin lips lightly opened.

"When does the party start tonight?"

The director was taken aback, he couldn't touch the back of his head.

"Aren't you not going?"

The young man's delicate eyebrows frowned, and his light brown eyes were extremely deep. He looked over and spoke coldly.

"Did I say?"

"Huh?" The director was confused.

"Isn't the party a drink? Didn't you say that the party would never call you?"

The boy said flatly and walked over.

"I don't remember I said this."

"...??"

Mu Yan completely ignored the awkward look of the director, and directly pushed the door out.

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At the party, the atmosphere in the box was quiet, and everyone looked at each other.

And the young man with a black peaked cap was quietly nestled in a chair, white and slender, clinging to a dark mobile phone, his head slightly lowered, and the brim of his hat covered half of his delicate white cheeks.

The atmosphere was quiet and terrible. After the director came into contact with a circle of gazes, he pushed the person next to him with a blank face. The person finally raised his head. He looked at the director coldly, his tone was not very good. .

"What are you doing?"

The director silently clenched his fist, resisting the urge to hit someone and signaled to him.

"eat."

The boy coldly looked and let out a lazy cry, and sat up straight. After he picked up the chopsticks, he slowly raised his eyes and glanced at the people in the box indifferently.

The group of people originally stared at Mu Yan's movements one by one, and after touching the boy's gaze, they quickly retracted and picked up their chopsticks.

The atmosphere was finally not so rigid. After a while, the box was full of joy and happily toasted as usual. An employee boldly raised the cup and said something to Muyan.

"Brother Mu, do you have a drink?"

"..."

In a short time, the box was quiet again, and everyone looked at the cold and quiet boy one after another.

Mu Yan lowered his eyes and scanned the tawny beer in front of him, and he pressed his thin and beautiful lips.

Although I haven't drunk...

But you can also try it.

So he picked up the wine glass, and everyone was inexplicably relieved as they watched his movements.

The young man drank all the wine in the glass, and as the delicate brows were gently raised, he tightened his lips.

Terrible.

After a while, everyone stood up and politely greeted Mu Yan to toast.

After someone drank it, they picked up the glass and stood up.

He said vaguely to Mu Yan.

"Brother Mu, I have been working with you for about a year, and this is the first time I have eaten together during this period. I really...hiccup, so moved!"