The Boss is Very Busy

Mufu snorted, obviously not convinced, but didn't say anything.

No one spoke for a while between the two, MuMian sat quietly with him for a while, until the sudden cell phone rang and MuMian opened to watch.

[Why haven’t you called me yet? 】

[I want to hear your voice a bit. 】

【are you still busy? 】

MuMian couldn't help laughing.

Hearing the laughter, Mufu couldn't help looking over, and he glanced at his brow: "What are you laughing at?"

MuMian raised an eyebrow and looked over, put the phone away calmly, and shook his head: "It's okay."

The other side gave her a suspicious look, not believing it.

After a long silence.

Father Mu still felt something was wrong, so he looked over again and asked tentatively.

"You can't make a boyfriend anymore?"

MuMian was taken aback, and couldn't help touching his nose.

"Is it so obvious?"

Sure enough, **** is still old and spicy, you can tell at a glance.

Father Mu frowned, his voice raised unconsciously: "Are you really in love?"

MuMian nodded honestly.

"..."

"Who? Is it from your school, how old and looks, do you know what his parents do?"

"...I just fell in love."

Mu's face changed.

"You have to be more vigilant when you fall in love. If you are cheated by someone like this, you still count the money for others. You must be careful. There are many scumbags among young young people."

MuMian was surprised and couldn't help feeling funny.

"Do you still know the scumbag?"

Hearing this, the other party looked at her quite proudly, just about to speak, but he stopped, and carefully searched for it. After not seeing the figure of Mu Mu, he spoke boldly. .

"Do you treat me like your mother? Old school!"

MuMian couldn't help but smile and pursed her lips. She was silent for a while, then asked in a low voice.

"Why are you so angry with my mother?"

"I..." Hearing the question, Mufu's face became slightly stiff. He was silent for a moment, but in the end he was not tense. He said in a low voice, "I feel sorry for her."

The man lowered his head, showing such a fragile expression for the first time.

"She was so tired when she went to work in the factory every day, and she had to take care of me when she came home. Although she kept talking about disgusting me, she worked hard to cook and wash my clothes."

"I think...I'm really not a man. Not only did I not let you enjoy the good, but I didn't even protect myself."

MuMian understands his fragility, and she lowers her eyes: "We have never felt this way before, at least, my mother will never."

"I know, I know..." Mufu's voice was choked.

Without waiting for what they said, Mother Mu's voice was heard behind her: "Mianmian, I'm eating."

After she finished speaking, she swept her eyes and turned her back. The person in the wheelchair couldn't help but glanced at his mouth and shouted.

"There is that person, come over to eat too!"

MuMian curled his lips, but Mu's face was slightly stiff.

He raised his head, looked at MuMian, pointed at an angle that Mu Mu could not see, and spoke with his mouth.

Look at her!

During the meal, except Mu Mu asked about MuMian at school, Mu Fu was silent all the time.

MuMian showed Mu Mu and saw the man next to her. She narrowed her eyes and said, "Dad, don't always eat white rice, eat some food."

Mu Mu heard the sound and looked over, and when she saw that there was only white rice in Mu Fu's bowl, her brows frowned tightly.

"What? Do you think the food I cook is unpalatable?"

The vigorous man who was still talking badly to MuMian just now is now inexplicably persuaded.