The Boss is Very Busy

The other party has a strong tone, but the low voice, plus some grandma's, has no deterrent at all.

But MuMian raised his eyes, and stopped molesting, so he just closed it.

"Okay, got it, I was wrong."

The other party just turned the page lightly, but An Yin was stunned. He pursed his lips, raised his eyes and looked at the other party's expression. He was very calm, as if he didn't take the matter to his mind at all.

Secret cautious thoughts have been hanging like this, not up to down, extremely depressed.

"Forget it." The young man raised his beautiful narrow eyes and spoke somewhat depressed, with a very low voice: "I'm going back."

MuMian gave an expression, and she nodded subconsciously without saying anything: "Okay."

She took a look at the time: "It seems that get out of class is about to end. You should go back and rest early. Don't you have a holiday tomorrow?"

An Yin's face was expressionless, and his slightly immature beautiful face looked serious and serious: "Yeah."

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An Yin returned to the dormitory, and get out of class was over by this time.

Mujuan and Anyin were in the same bedroom. He opened the door and went in, and saw Mujuan lying lazily on the bed, staring at the phone. When he heard the sound, he raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Mu Juan lay on his back on the bed, his expression a little unclear, but his tone was silly: "Man, you skipped class."

After he finished speaking, he tweeted again: "Awesome."

"..."

An Yin didn't want to pay attention to him, and walked quietly to the table, but he seemed to think of something again. The action stopped. Under the cold white light of the dormitory, the tall young boy had a pair of dark pupils with dark colors. .

He even said, "Yes."

As if he didn't expect to get a response, Mu Jiang stared at him again, his expression was unclear, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Next time you skip class, remember to call me... I don't know what Old Man Li thinks. If you skip class, he can break it into your body and need to rest."

He snorted coldly: "Why doesn't he say that your brain is uncomfortable and you need to see a mental illness?"

"..."

An Yin ignored him again.

The boy sat in the position, his long eyelashes lowered and his skin appeared creamy white.

Thinking of the scene before leaving, the girl turned around and smiled at her, and waved goodbye politely. An Yin's curled eyelashes trembled, and he stretched out his white fingers and opened the drawer.

He glanced over, and there was a pink packing box lying quietly on the table.

The teenager reached out and took it out. The packaging of the yogurt box was beautiful and pink, which was extremely inconsistent with the image of a rigorous and cold teenager. However, he pursed his crimson lips, followed the expressionless expression of his milky cheeks, staring quietly at the box in his hand. But inexplicably, I don't feel inconsistent.

An Yin quietly put the yogurt box in his hand on the table and opened the WeChat chat page.

【gone back already? 】

He sent it over, and then realized it later that there seemed to be no relationship between the two of them, and it seemed a bit abrupt to post this kind of commonplace.

Before he withdrew, the other party had already replied; [Well, just arrived. 】

An Yin glanced at him and pulled his thin lips inexplicably. He put down the phone, and the chat page of the two people was still displayed on the screen. He glanced at each other's information and looked at the pink yogurt box.

Looked for a while.

Until the end, he suddenly raised his little white hand and touched the warm earlobe.

Although I don't quite understand it yet, as long as I think of that person, my heart beats fast.

Finally, An Yin had to admit.

A month before he was about to enter adulthood, he met such a person, and he had his first heartbeat in 17 years.