The Boss is Very Busy

MuMian also heard the movement, so she turned her head quickly, the young man lowered her head slightly, the long curly thick eyelashes gently covered the beautiful bright pupils, he bit his blushing lips, and silently hugged himself.

Looks helpless and confused.

MuMian squatted down quickly and asked worriedly.

"Little brother, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Hearing the girl's voice, Mu Yan's cheek was visibly stunned. He slowly raised his long eyelashes and looked at the girl in front of him.

MuMian is now clear. The boy's face is pale, the end of his eyes is slightly flushed, his eyelashes are wet, and a pair of glass-like pupils looked at her in surprise.

Mu Yan stared at the girl for a while before speaking slowly, his voice hoarse and low.

"Mianmian? Why are you here..."

He seemed to be unable to touch the back of his head for a while. The young man bit his lip again, his thin lips were whitened by him. Mu Yan stretched out his long and white fingers against his forehead, looking at a loss.

"Am I in a party?"

After speaking, Mu Yan sighed lowly, his expression a little helpless: "It seems that I really miss you so much. You are all dreaming..."

MuMian patted his palm, softly soothed.

"It's not a dream, I'm here now, do you have a headache?"

When he heard that it was not a dream, the young boy suddenly widened his beautiful light brown eyes, his lips curled up, his eyes were full of joy, and he was as happy as a kid who had eaten candy: "Really? Not a dream? "

MuMian nodded.

And the director behind him was looking at the scene in front of him with a frightened face, how could he be merciless just now and speak fluently.

Why do you...become doing this now?

Only then can he understand what is meant by—

The man is three-point drunk, acting until you cry.

The teenager gently took the girl's white tender hands, lifted the corners of his clothes, and put some cold hands on his stomach.

He hooked his lips to the girl as if, and muttered in a low voice, "It's so cold now, so you can't freeze the cotton."

Director: "..."

MuMian smiled, and the boy bent his beautiful eyes: "Thank you, brother."

Mu Yan's delicate white cheeks were stunned suddenly, he glanced up at his eyebrows, his lips pursed slightly, and he snorted suddenly as if he was breathing.

"You are not allowed to say thank you again."

MuMian was taken aback, she waved her hand quickly.

"Ah, sorry, I forgot, sorry, I won't do it next time."

The boy was dissatisfied again: "I'm sorry, don't say it!"

To appease him, the girl had to keep nodding her head.

"Good good, don't say."

Director: "..."

In the end, he really couldn't stand the two and continued to get tired of it, so he hurriedly intervened and said, "I will send him back. It's not a way to disturb you all the time."

MuMian looked back, and the director was stunned.

The young boy's incomparably deep eyes glanced over unfriendly, coldly indifferent.

The girl thought for a while.

"He has been here really not a way."

As soon as she finished speaking, the boy suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of her clothes. Looking over at MuMian)," he sniffed and pressed his lips helplessly.

"Don't leave Mianmian, okay? I'm so scared..."

Ever since I watched a horror movie together, MuMian has always felt that my little brother's courage seems to be smaller than I thought.

When he said this, the girl instantly relented, and she held the boy's cold-touch fingers.

MuMian nodded and soothed.

"Okay, I won't go, I'll go back with you, OK?"

Mu Yan nodded immediately, as if he had heard something happy, and said softly, "Okay."