The Boss is Very Busy

Mu Yan stayed and had a meal.

Mu Mu gave Mu Yan a smile from time to time: "Xiao Mu, you are too thin. Eat more. It's better for boys to be fatter. Look at Mianmian's dad."

Mufu:? ?

Mu Yan nodded politely with a smile on his face MuMian

"Okay, I will."

Mufu glanced at the man blankly, and finally opened his eyes without saying a word.

At the dinner table, Mu Yan showed thoughtfulness. He would notice whatever he wanted to eat in MuMian. He took the first step and put the food in the bowl of MuMian.

As she watched the girl eating, she couldn't help but raise her hand and gently rubbed the top of her head.

After a meal, Mu Yan's eyes looked at Mu Yan as if she was seeing her own son. After that, Mu Yan didn't stay long, and MuMian went downstairs to send him out of the community.

The boy touched the girl's slender wrist and gently rubbed it a few times. He pursed his lips, and his voice was low.

"Auntie seems very satisfied with me."

MuMian gave an indifferent hum, remembering that at noon, she raised her eyebrows and asked curiously.

"What did my dad say to you at noon?"

The boy's expression paused slightly, he blinked his beautiful eyes, and gently bit his thin, cool lips.

"I won't tell you."

"..."

It's quite mysterious.

The two held hands, Mu Yan clasped her little hand, he stopped, and looked directly at the girl's little face quietly, his eyes shining brightly.

The slender and beautiful figure was reflected in the light behind him, and the hair on the forehead of the teenager left a dazzling light circle. Mu Yan was helpless: "Don't go forward, otherwise, I will send you back later."

"..."

MuMian also stopped, looking at the boy beside him, his eyes drooping slightly, his slender and thick eyelashes cast shadows on a circle of skin under his eyes, which was incredibly beautiful.

He stretched out his fingers and touched the girl's soft cheeks, and his voice became dumb unconsciously.

"I always have an illusion now."

MuMian raised eyebrows: "What illusion?"

The beautiful and gloomy pupils are slightly constricted, and the color is crystal clear. The gloss on the top of his head reflects the juvenile's white jade cheeks, and he lifts his lips slightly.

"It seems that we are already married."

After coming out of her house, there is always a sense of airiness, having met the old man and mother-in-law.

Somehow, it was like a reassurance pill planted in the bottom of my heart.

As if this person would never leave.

MuMian raised her eyebrows lightly, and she blinked her eyes. The man did not wait for her to speak, and gently supported her face with his hands, his fingertips feeling slightly cold.

"Come back with me."

After he finished speaking, he stood quietly beside her, with the snow-white fingertips still gently covering her cheeks. It took a long time before he heard the girl respond.

"it is good."

-

After MuMian stayed at home for two more days, he packed his luggage and returned to the neighboring city with Mu Yan.

The two returned to the apartment together and took a few hours on the plane. They were exhausted. MuMian wanted to take a shower.

As soon as she turned around, the people behind her hugged them and pushed them against the wall.

The boy's fingertips were slightly stiff, he lowered his dim pupils, fixedly looking at the girl, his slender fingers gently embraced her, his blushing lips pressed against her ears.

"You wash first, or do I wash first?"

"..." The little hand of MuMian clasped the boy's shoulder, her expression was startled, and she felt a bit ambiguous about this, but the other person's expression was calm.

She seemed to think too much.

MuMian couldn't help but molested again. She raised her eyebrows and whispered: "Why don't you wash them together?"

Mu Yan stared at her for a long while, nodded lightly, took her a step towards the bathroom, and turned his eyes back, clenching her wrist under the girl's gaze.

His voice is already hoarse.

"Reluctantly promise you."