The Boss is Very Busy

He was quiet for a while before faintly opening his lips: "Sister, it's my birthday in four hours."

MuMian was taken aback and nodded: "I know."

An Yin's arm was still wrapped around her waist, and he looked at the bright and bright eyes of the other party, almost subconsciously lowering his head.

MuMian also noticed the approach of the other person. She blinked her eyes and did not hide. Just as the breath of the two people lingered, the young man stopped suddenly.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly until he stared at her for a while, then stood up a little longer, and stretched his distance. He pursed his lips and pinched her little face with his snow-white fingertips: "Sister, I saw it."

The other party didn't seem to understand what he said, and MuMian didn't respond. She raised her eyebrows and was a little confused: "See what?"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion. In the dark night, except for the street lamp shining, the boy’s eyes were very deep, as if they contained countless unidentified emotions, but he pulled the corners of his mouth, his white and tender face was a little puffed up: " You filmed with that person..."

When he said this, MuMian understood it. She blinked her eyes, and the emotions of the other side seemed to be wrong after the small building.

An Yin whispered in a soft tone, "I'm afraid of a show, do you have to be so close?"

MuMian couldn't help but curl his lower lip, his lips stained with a smile.

The boy stared at her straight, as if he was a little embarrassed by the smile. His white earlobes spread red. He coldly pulled off the corners of his beautiful lips, and said abruptly: "My sister is still smiling, isn't it just I don't care how I feel."

MuMian was amused by his weird thoughts and laughed again, but for fear that the other party would become angry, he had to hold back his laughter and coaxed softly: "Okay, I know it's wrong, I promise that there won't be any Next time."

The beautiful and fair-skinned boy was taken aback for a moment. He narrowed his narrow eyes: "There will be another time?"

MuMian hurriedly said: "Of course not."

The boy gradually put away the coldness of his eyes, he patted the **** the shoulder, she was still wrapped in his coat, and she also carried his breath.

An Yin's mood changed from overcast to clear, he curled his lips, his thin lips attached to the girl's ears, and softly said in a sweet voice: "I'm very curious, what gift my sister will give me tonight."

MuMian remembered the gift she bought, she said: "The gift must be good."

The teenager clasped her fingers and couldn't help but pause, his eyes flicked over with sticky eyes, his dark eyes were in a low mood and gentle: "Is it impossible..."

He curled his lips and said slowly: "Is it my sister?"

"..."

MuMian biting lip: "You think too much, it's impossible."

An Yin raised her beautiful eyebrows, her bright and creamy cheeks were whiter and clearer against the light of the street lamp: "Really?"

He didn't rush and said, "I think it's quite possible."

"..." MuMian didn't want to bother him and got into the car directly. The young man behind him pressed his thin lips slightly, his eyes were softened, and he also got into the car.

An Yin has an apartment here. His parents work abroad all year round, and they didn't have too much time to care about him, so they left him in the country alone, bought an apartment, and saved a lot of money.

MuMian sounded distressed, but the other party seemed to have a calm tone and didn't seem to care at all, as if he didn't care about the parents at all.

After the two went to the shop and went to the cake, they went to the apartment.