The Boss is Very Busy

The car drove smoothly in the lane.

The night was dark, the prosperous city was illuminated by all kinds of neon lights, the bright moon hung in the dark sky, Mu Yan lowered the car windows, the evening breeze came in, and gently lifted up the boy's clean broken hair.

The director couldn't help but complain while driving.

"It's not that I said you, buddy, go back to sleep after drinking in the middle of the night, what kind of university are you going to? I remember you weren't a student in that school before, you are a literary hammer?"

"..."

He said a lot, and Mu Yan seemed to have not heard it at all, lying quietly on the seat, closing his eyes, the thick and dark long eyelashes were illuminated by the light, and the shadows hit Ying's very delicate nose.

Soon I arrived at Huayang University.

The director stopped the car at the door, he sighed, glanced at the person in the passenger seat, and snorted coldly.

"Here, you can get off the car? Why do you want me to accompany you around the playground? Or let me go in with you for a class?"

Regarding his ridicule, the boy's snow-white beautiful cheeks still showed no expression. He bit his thin lips and said coldly and smoothly.

"The 15th dormitory building of Huayang University...You came to the wrong place."

The director was puzzled, he stretched his neck, lowered the window and looked at the sign at the door, puzzled.

"That's right, this is Huayang University."

The boy pointed out the mistake to him, so he said coldly.

"Why didn't I see the 15th dormitory building."

"..."

The director felt speechless for a while, he took a deep breath silently, and emphasized in his heart that he should not reason with a drunkard, so he started the car silently.

As he entered the school and was about to turn, Mu Yan pointed out his mistake again.

"It's a left turn."

"Fuck! Can you stop talking!"

He scolded excitedly.

The young man's cold and deep pupils glanced at him without emotion. He was not shocked at all, on the contrary, he was still calm and calm.

"I kindly pointed out the error to you, you are really unreasonable."

"..."

The director shut up.

Until he found the 15th dormitory building, he lay down on the seat discouragedly: "Is it all right now?"

The teenager glanced at the school where only the street lights were on, and the light in the girls' dormitory room was also turned off. He slowly took out the mobile phone in his pocket, found the mobile phone number of MuMian, and handed it to him.

He lay back quietly in the driver's seat again, his voice muffled: "Call her and say I'm drunk."

"Huh?" The director was taken aback, he looked at the name of the phone note-Mianmian.

Who is Mianmian?

Who is Mianmian?

The director wondered: "Why don't you fight?"

Hearing this, the young man glanced at the corners of his beautiful lips indifferently, and said coldly, "Let you hit it."

So, the director dialed the phone, the atmosphere in the carriage was quiet, and the other party hadn't connected yet. Seconds passed by, feeling depressed and nervous inexplicably.

After it rang for a long time, the director thought it couldn't get through, but the other party suddenly picked it up.

"Hey?"

The voice from the phone was sweet and soft, and seemed to have been awakened, with a hint of mute and tenderness.

The director was taken aback in surprise, his brain suddenly short-circuited. After blinking quickly, he looked at Mu Yan.

Only then discovered that the man had already sat up.

He closed his eyes quietly, his white and slender fingers were slightly bent, pressed against his thin and beautiful lips, listening carefully to the voice of the phone.

The director opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.

There seemed to be some doubts over there. After a few seconds, the girl tentatively shouted again: "Little brother?"

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