The Boss is Very Busy

After school, Mu Juan received the message of MuMian.

[Unlike my sister: You seem to have late self-study, right? 】

Mujuan brows; [? 】

[Unlike my sister: Then you come here quickly, and you will go back to study later in the evening. 】

【……】

In the evening, the weather was a bit cold, and Mu Tiong casually put on his coat and picked up his schoolbag.

As he packed his things, he bowed his head and said to An, "I won't eat with you for a while."

An Yin lowered his eyes and was writing a question. Hearing this, he gave a calm hum, her delicate little face looked devoid of emotion.

Mu Juan turned back and rushed to the back row of a few boys and said, "Don't look for me when you play cards, I'll go out."

"Huh? Why?" The person didn't know: "Why are you going out now? There will be evening study later."

Mu Jian walked out of the aisle, took the phone to reply to the message, without looking up: "The chick who pestered me the other day insisted on asking me to go to dinner today.

"..."

An Yin squeezed the penholder's fingers tightly.

The friend was a little unclear, so he wondered: "Don't you dislike her?"

"Oh." Mu Juan turned off the phone and touched his nose naturally: "She is so tight, I'm afraid she will cry."

"..."

He frowned, looking rather distressed: "Isn't that a bully for me?"

An Yin stood up suddenly, with a beautiful and slender figure. He suddenly got up. The boys who had just wanted to talk stopped inexplicably, and looked at him in a daze.

The juvenile's smooth and white cheeks are a little bit immature. He hasn't really grown up yet, and the outline is already perfect. He tightened his green and delicate face, looking serious, and adding a bit of temptation inexplicably.

He quietly turned around and started.

Mujuan glanced at him. The person was expressionless and walked over steadily. When he passed by, Mujuan's shoulder was hit subconsciously.

The boy was immediately dumbfounded, and he looked at the back of the other person in a daze.

The other party looked like he didn't ask about world affairs on weekdays. Mu Jian couldn't think of the reason for An Yin, so he stood up and walked over to hit him.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that he jumped out: "...what's wrong with you?"

An Yin looked back at him, her clear and dark black pupils were not emotional, and the corners of her lips appeared straight.

A few seconds later, he lowered his eyelashes, pursed his peach-colored lips, and his delicate face was chilly.

"Since you don't like it, don't give her hope anymore."

"..."

Wood tired:? ?

Without waiting for Mu Tienpin to pass the meaning of these words, the other party turned his head blankly and walked out.

Mu Juan looked at the few people in the back row who had the same expressions as him. He paused for a few seconds before he said: "...Do you understand?"

One of them shook his head, looking equally blank.

The other touched his chin and nodded thoughtfully: "He seems to think that you are scumbag other girls and are fighting injustice."

After he finished speaking, he thought about what Mu Tien had done, and he tweeted a few times, and seemed to agree with him: "Indeed, you are quite scumbag."

"..."

Mu Juan moved his lips and his face became unwell.

The few people immediately lowered their heads, pretending to be what they should do.

Mu Jian carried his schoolbag and went out.

Now it’s the meal, and the students basically gather in the dining room and the dormitory, with no people around.

He left for a while, frowning.

He scum?

is it possible? !

Mu Jiang left for a while, and a urging message "not like a sister" was sent from the phone. He glanced, his lips were straight, and he looked a little cold.

Scum MuMian?

...

He didn't want to die.