The Boss is Very Busy

MuMian blinked and turned his cheeks to avoid the touch of those people: "The Nine Princes can't see it, why should I use these things?"

The old bustard was slightly startled.

Seeing a lavender-clad Ke Ren stood up, her small face was pure and white, and she was already incredibly beautiful without the powder. She gently raised her slender eyelashes, and her jet-black eyes were calm.

"Take me to see the Nine Princes."

In the elegant room, a touch of sandalwood scent fills the tip of the nose, bright sunshine is shining from the bamboo windows, and the light blue gauze is wafting with the wind, and the atmosphere in the house looks extraordinary and quiet.

MuMian faintly saw the figure through the light blue curtain.

The elegant and noble Royal Highness holds the porcelain cup in her fingertips, her slender wrists are hidden in the wide sleeves, three thousand black hairs are scattered, the white silk covers her eyes, and the nose bridge under the silk is quite delicate.

With the sound of the soft and pleasing piano sound, the wind blew the light cyan curtain, gently swaying, and the heat in the tea cup evaporated the boy's white cheeks.

When the sound of the piano stopped, the eyes of MuMian followed the past unconsciously.

She curled her sleeves quietly, stood up, and ran her white fingers across the light blue curtain.

Suddenly, that crescent-white figure was completely exposed in front of her eyes, just a figure, already making people feel the ultimate temptation.

Seeming to hear the movement, Jun Yushu slowly raised his head, and leaned his beautiful cheeks lightly.

MuMian stepped forward and walked over.

The juvenile’s fingers holding the teacup were slender, his phalanxes were beautiful and slender, and the tea in the cup bottomed out.

MuMian pursed his lips slightly, stretched out his little hand, and took the teacup in the man's hand.

She pours the tea in an orderly manner, then lifts the teacup and sends it to the elegant prince, smiling.

"The prince drinks tea."

The air was quiet for a few seconds, MuMian's face remained unchanged, and the corners of his lips were still curled.

Until Jun Yushu reached out his finger and touched the other end of the teacup to take it, the girl's little hand shook slightly, and a few drops of the light brown tea fell on the man's snow-white jade shirt.

MuMian pretended to be surprised for a moment, and quickly took out the handkerchief and wiped the man's clothes. The girl blinked at a loss, her tone was innocent.

"The prince, the cotton is not intentional, please have a lot of the prince, please do not care about cotton."

When something happened, the prince's slender fingers were slightly stiff, and he gently pressed the pale and thin lips.

No answer for a while.

MuMian smiled, eyes bent into a nice crescent shape: "Is the prince not angry at all? The prince is really a good man."

"..."

She said to herself, the other party didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Jun Yushu gently leaned over, avoiding her touch without a trace. The prince of Qingfeng Jiyue had a clear voice and said flatly, "No need to wipe it."

Even if she wiped it in time, the tea cup still left traces on her clothes. On the white clothes, the hazel spots were obvious, which appeared abrupt.

MuMian pursed her lips and hung her head low, her voice muffled.

"Is the prince angry with cotton?"

She sniffed, her nasal voice was obvious: "But Cotton didn't mean it."

"..."

Jun Yushu slightly frowned his delicate dark eyebrows. When he heard the girl's nasal voice, he was taken aback for a moment. Is this crying?

He couldn't help feeling inexplicable.

The prince pursed the corners of his lips, and for a while, he didn't know how to comfort him. After two seconds of silence, his voice softened unconsciously.

"When did this king say to blame you?"

MuMian continued to **** her nose, she glanced at the corner of her mouth, her black and white eyes rolled.

"The prince said, don't let me wipe it, this is not just angry."

"..."