The Boss is Very Busy

Hearing this, there was no ups and downs in the youth's eyes, he nodded slowly again, and gave a low hmm.

MuMian remembered something inexplicably, she paused and asked tentatively.

"Why suddenly want me to write a love letter to you?"

In response, Mu Yan just replied calmly.

"I want to see."

MuMian raises eyebrows.

The teenager quietly constricted his eyes, and saw the girl's slender, white hand hanging on his side, he blinked, covering his eyes with beautiful long eyelashes like butterfly wings, casting a nice silhouette under his eyes.

He pursed his lips.

"If you want to see it, I will write it to you too."

After Mu Yan finished speaking, the girl never answered.

Without receiving a response, the boy raised his long eyelashes and looked at her again. The girl stood quietly, touching his eyes, and staring quietly at each other in the air for a few seconds.

She laughed suddenly.

Mu Yan was startled.

MuMian curled her lips, but there was no smile in her eyes. She tilted her head and said, "Brother, did you see something?"

The boy's fingertips stiffened, and his heart became flustered inexplicably. He pretended to be unknown: "What?"

He pretended that he didn't know anything, MuMian was not angry, just raised his eyebrows lightly.

"What did you say?" She said calmly, and casually stretched out her hand at him: "My phone."

"..."

Mu Yan was still struggling on the verge of death. He moved his eyes away, still pretending to be unclear, and he mumbled with lack of confidence.

"Didn't you lose your phone?"

MuMian sighed, frowned, she was already ready to get angry, she said coldly.

"If you don't give it to me, I'll just leave, and you won't even think about seeing me again."

"No." The young man hurriedly uttered, and almost refused without hesitation. He bit his thin lips and looked frustrated and aggrieved.

He walked into the bedroom, MuMian was about to follow in, but Mu Yan stopped again, looked over with a pair of beautiful eyes, and he asked carefully.

"Can you not come in first?"

MuMian first smiled, looking at the man's expectant gaze, and ruthlessly refused: "No."

"..."

MuMian watched the boy find the key and unlock the heavy lock. He stretched out his hand to open the cabinet and found a familiar mobile phone from it.

MuMian couldn't help but laugh.

"Is that what you did?"

The phone was taken by her, and the teenager stood quietly on the spot, watching her turn on the machine, his delicate and deep eyebrows couldn't help but frowned, his eyes were slightly cool, but he couldn't help quietly biting his beautiful lips.

MuMian turned on the phone, flipped through the memo, and confessed one by one. When Mu Yan touched the content, his body stiffened again, his brain was blank, and he almost grabbed the phone uncontrollably.

He stared at the girl in front of him with squiggly eyes, his hoarse voice was cold and cold.

"Do you like him so much?"

MuMian looked at him, knowing he was misunderstanding, she raised her eyebrows and explained.

"It's not like him, it's just worship."

Mu Yan squeezed the phone with his fingertips, and he coldly curled his lips when he heard the explanation.

"Just worship? You wrote so many confessions."

MuMian is helpless, with a hunch that she might die if she doesn't tell the truth again.

So the girl made his way.

"Do you know who I am writing to?"

Mentioning this, Mu Yan's heart was full of anger. It burned vigorously and painfully. He snorted coldly, curled his lips, smiled slightly, somewhat ironically.

"How do I know who you are writing to."