The Boss is Very Busy

Mu Yan was expressionless, listening to the man's self-moving remarks, he closed his eyes to silence, only drank it when others were toasting.

It didn't take long.

The teenager suddenly felt hot all over, he adjusted his posture and sat down tightly.

Suddenly, his forehead became a little hot, and his eyes became blurred. He blinked his long curled eyelashes and shook his head gently, slightly confused.

After the others drank Piao, they had already started to complain about the last time, one by one, no one paid attention to it.

The director first noticed that Mu Yan was wrong, and he looked at the boy.

The boy's snow-white cheeks were inexplicably dyed with two red clouds, and his beautiful and bright eyes were slightly blurred. He bit his blushing lips and stared blankly at the black screen of the phone in front of him.

The director suddenly found a bad feeling in his heart. He poked Mu Yan's shoulder carefully and whispered at him.

"Fuck buddy... don't you scare me? Are you drunk?"

The teenager seemed to be conscious. Hearing the voice of the person beside him, he raised his delicate eyebrows slightly, and his deep and deep pupils were puzzled. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a flat tone: "No."

Mu Yan stretched out his fingers with distinct joints to press against his fair forehead. He closed his eyes, curled and slender eyelashes covered the bottom of his eyes, and he frowned.

"Why do you feel dizzy?"

"..."

The director was silent for a while, and then said to him after he had enough cursing in his heart.

"Does it have a headache? Do you want me to find someone to take you back? It seems you can't drive anymore."

Mu Yan pulled on the brim of his hat to cover half of his fair and delicate cheeks, the young man's voice was cold and low.

"No, it's just the first time I drank alcohol, I was a little dizzy, just take it easy for a while."

Seeing you blush that way, it doesn't seem like you're just a little dizzy.

The director murmured silently in his heart, and he sighed with confession: "I'll take you back, I don't think you are right."

After he finished speaking, the boy straightened up abruptly. He raised his head slightly, revealing a beautiful and beautiful cheek. He gave a low hmm, his expression completely calm.

"Well, all right."

"..."

The director was silent again and directly stunned.

How does he feel...

Is Mu Yan waiting for him to say this?

Illusion, illusion.

Others have almost eaten, and drunk people are framed and left by people who are not drunk.

The young man walked very steadily. He had his hands in his pockets, his figure was long and slender, and he walked quietly behind him. The director leaned his body and looked back at him.

Mu Yan ignored him, walked straight into the car of the guide, opened the door of the co-pilot and sat in, lying on the seat as if he was boneless.

Director: "..."

He smiled in his heart and endured again.

He opened the main driver's door to enter, started the car, and the director asked: "Your address."

The beautiful young man lying there, he lowered his eyes, heard the words slowly, and gave the address.

"Huayang University."

"..."

? ?

What the hell?

The director crossed the question mark on his head again. He pressed his anger and patiently said, "I'm serious, address."

Mu Yan adjusted his posture, still opening his lips slowly, his voice was steady and cold, and he couldn't hear the slightest emotion.

"The 15th dormitory building of Huayang University."

"..." He couldn't bear it, and shouted directly: "Fuck, you **** college student?"

The boy gave a cold tusk and glanced at him: "You take me there and I will give you money."

"..."