The Boss is Very Busy

Because of a guilty conscience, MuMian couldn't help clenching his fists: "I'm an adult, what do you care about me?"

She murmured, "I'm not a three-year-old."

Mu Juan got up from the sofa. He walked over to MuMian and suddenly sneered: "If you weren't the pig I've been raising for more than ten years, do you think I want to control you?"

He rolled his eyes: "I don't want to talk to you."

The boy stopped beside her, looked down at her shoes, couldn't help but smiled, he pointed his finger, his tone was lukewarm: "You just wear this to go out?"

MuMian raised an eyebrow: "Why, can't it?"

"..." Mu Juan's expression was cold. He stared at MuMian for a few seconds, then nodded: "Okay." He snorted coldly, "Don't call me when your feet hurt."

MuMian opened her mouth, feeling that she had been framed again, and she snorted coldly, "I didn't call you."

Mu Juan stared over: "It's not you that hurts?"

"..."

Mu Juan looked down, reached out his hand, and said lazily, "Change this."

MuMian look over.

The roots of those high-heeled shoes were much shorter than this one, and it was more comfortable to wear out. She glanced down at the corner of her mouth, and didn't want to change it.

Mu Juan's face became cold, and he said unhurriedly, "Don't always want me to frustrate you."

"..." MuMian chuckled, and finally changed her shoes awkwardly. Before leaving, she looked at Mu Tien: "The kid can't be nice to her sister."

Mu Jiang calmly turned around: "You must have an attitude towards pigs. It's too gentle. Pigs can't listen."

"..."

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As soon as MuMian came downstairs, I saw the teenager standing outside the unit building. The early summer breeze gently blew the girl’s skirt. Today is not An Yin’s birthday, but the two agreed to Keep it to zero together.

MuMian walked over, she blinked her eyes, staring at the boy's dark pupils, and couldn't help but pause: "I didn't mean to ask you to wait for me at home, what are you doing now?"

The calm look of the young boy’s eyes was gentle, he slowly stepped forward and pulled the girl’s little hand, clasped it in his hand, placed it on the thin and cool side and pecked his lips, then said softly, "I want to see you sooner." your turn."

He looked at the girl's thin dress, he couldn't help but frowned his delicate eyebrows, his eyebrows were slightly indifferent: "Isn't it cold to wear so little?"

MuMian froze for a moment: "It's summer now."

An Yin took off her coat, wrapped the girl in a familiar manner, then raised her hand to hold her tightly in her arms, and looked down: "It's still early summer."

MuMian chuckled, and her heart was slightly warm. She half-joked: "Why are you like Mu Tien, housekeeper."

The boy's snow-white fingertips stiffened, his expression stopped, and then he pressed his thin lips tightly. Without the coat, there was only one single coat left on his body. The corner of his coat was raised lightly by the wind and then fell.

An Yin's complexion was calm, he lowered his head, his fingers with well-knotted fingers supported her little face, and his beautiful eyes looked like gleaming stars.

"What did Mu Juan say?" He asked softly.

MuMian didn't think too much, and said: "When I went out, I gave me some pointers. It seemed to dislike me too much, but I also knew that I was actually concerned about me."

Under the broken hair of the teenager, a pair of pure dark black pupils were rippling in color, lustrous and beautiful, and his eyes were almost devoid of emotion.