The Boss is Very Busy

There is nothing to ask from Mujuan, so MuMian can only ask An Yin.

"What did you do outside just now?"

The question was asked, and after a few seconds of silence on the other side, he spoke slowly.

"Just said a few words, but didn't say anything."

MuMian is a little disbelief: "Just a few words, it takes so long?"

There was a rustling movement on the phone. After a while, the movement stopped, and followed An Yin calmly: "Sister, want to know?"

MuMian hummed.

The boy's tone was inexplicably low, and he chuckled lightly: "My sister wants to know so much, why don't you come to me, I will tell you in person?"

MuMian is a bit strange: "Can't you talk on the phone?"

What else must I say in person?

The juvenile's pleasant voice is low and calm, with a slightly seductive ending.

"I want to talk to my sister in bed in person."

MuMian frowned.

The little classmate then said: "I have taken off my clothes and lay on the bed obediently."

"Sister, think about it?"

"..."

-

After the weekend passed, MuMian was also at work. In the past two days, Mu Tiong seemed to accept it slowly, and the tone of speaking with her was still the same as before.

Just after a scene, MuMian got her mobile phone and saw the unread message, she clicked on the page.

[Little classmate: When will it be finished? 】

MuMian paused, and she answered.

[It's estimated at six or seven. 】

[Little classmate: Okay, waiting for me in the laboratory at the party. 】

MuMian has some doubts.

[Why are you waiting for you in the laboratory? 】

The other party's answer was an understatement, very calm.

[Little classmate: I want to do something with my sister there. 】

"..."

The young man lowered his head, with light-colored hair covering his white forehead, the curled and slender eyelashes hanging down, and the beautiful thin lips were slightly torn off.

Mu Juan tilted his eyes and couldn't help but tsk a few times. He glanced at the phone in his hand, but did not see the content clearly, and asked, "Who are you sending messages to?"

An Yin lifted her eyelashes, her complexion restored calmly.

Mu Jiang continued.

"Laughing like a cabbage."

"..." The young man's beautiful narrow eyes looked over, glanced at him, his face was not emotional, he didn't know what he thought of, he suddenly bent the corner of his lips, his smile was fleeting, and he said unhurriedly:" Didn't say anything."

He pursed his lips: "It's my girlfriend who insists that he loves me."

"..."

The people in the back row came up, as if they had caught the gossip, and asked curiously: "What? What are you talking about? Who loves whom?"

An Yin didn't say a word, bowed his head and continued to reply to the MuMian message.

Mu Juo's brows bounced a few times, and he stared at An Yin, almost gritted his teeth and said, "Love my grandma."

Nothing was wrong at the back table, and continued to ask deathly: "Who, who loves your grandma?"

Mu Jiang looked over, his face gloomy: "It can't be you anyway!"

The back table was stunned for a moment. He was silent for a few seconds and touched the back of his head: "This...Brother, what are you talking about? It definitely can't be me."

Mujuan frowned and stared at him coldly: "What? Do you dislike my grandma?"

The back table blinked, wondering why Mu Jian had such a big temper: "This... how old grandma is."

He stammered: "It's not appropriate."

Mu Tian hesitated, "Even if my grandma is 90, she looks younger than you."

"..."

After the crew closed, MuMian asked the assistant to go back to rest first, and MuMian sat in the classroom and waited quietly.