The Boss is Very Busy

MuMian smiled and pursed her blushing lips.

The young man beside him seemed to react, and he turned his head again, looking at her indifferently with his slightly gloomy eyes, with a low voice and an unknown emotion.

"Really?"

The girl shook her head: "No."

The boy's eyes were thin and cold, he was silent for a while, and his voice was low.

"Will I be your last?"

Looking at the film in MuMian, the young and immature male and female protagonist on it got closer, and she answered vaguely.

"I don't know, maybe."

His dark and deep eyes fixedly looked at her for a few seconds, and his heart grew frizzy when he watched MuMian. Then he looked away, and the boy pressed his red lips.

"why do you like me?"

Lin Xinghe had never expected that one day he would ask such a question.

Almost suffocating emotions swarmed, making him gradually lose control...

MuMian raises eyebrows, a serious flicker.

"Because my little brother and I are destined, so I like you."

Is it destined?

The teenager never believed this, but when she said it from the girl, a warm current flowed across her heart.

He blinked his slender eyelashes and condensed the emotions hidden deep in his pupils.

Well, it is destined.

After the movie ended and left the cinema, neither of them said where to go, they just walked aimlessly on the street.

The big hand clenched the small hand.

"hungry?"

MuMian nodded, suddenly came up with a note, she raised her eyes to look at the slender young man, curling her lips.

"How about we go to your house for hot pot."

Lin Xinghe has a slight pause. Eating hot pot at home is equivalent to a lot of oil fume, and the whole home will smell of hot pot.

He lowered his eyes and touched the girl's bright pupils. Lin Xinghe was silent for a while, nodded, and responded softly.

"it is good."

The two decided to pay attention and went to the supermarket to buy the essentials for hot pot.

Gululu's hot pot soup was bubbling, and the smell almost spread to the whole room.

Lin Xinghe's slender fingers took out the white tissues and wiped the corners of the girl's mouth carefully. She was chewing on MuMian. She blinked and looked at the exquisite and cold boy opposite, and said vaguely.

The young man's eyebrows were lightly frowned, and his beautiful pupils were dark and bright, and he said.

"Don't eat so much in the future, it's unhealthy."

MuMian: "..."

The girl nodded indiscriminately, and agreed casually: "Well, well, I see."

It seemed that she would not listen at all. Lin Xinghe looked at her quietly for a few seconds.

MuMian put down his chopsticks, sat up straight, looked into his eyes, and nodded seriously.

"Okay, I know."

The indifferent boy withdrew his gaze.

After eating the hot pot, MuMian rushed to the sofa while drinking Coke while watching TV. She looked at the teenager who was tidying the table.

He is slender, holding a white towel at his fingertips to clean the table, leaning on his side, and his neck is beautiful and graceful under his white earlobes.

She speaks.

"Do you need my help?"

The boy looked over with indifferent eyes, and he pursed his lips: "No need."

Lin Xinghe finished cleaning up, because he couldn't stand the smell of hot pot in the house, he picked up the air freshener and sprayed every place calmly.

MuMian patted the seat next to him, bit the straw, and watched the TV openly.

"Come and sit down."

The man walked over and suddenly leaned over to pick up the girl princess, MuMian subconsciously hugged his neck and blinked suspiciously.