The Boss is Very Busy

The boy stared at the girl's white tender face. He straightened his lips, his long and thick eyelashes trembled lightly, and his fingertips silently gripped the corners of the girl's white clothes.

He softened his tone and asked gently and cautiously.

"Are you angry, did I do something wrong? Or are you angry just now when I forced you out..."

"No." MuMian once again indifferently denied.

Lin Xinghe's fingers holding the corner of the girl's dress were already white, his heart tightened, and he lowered his head.

She closed her eyes quickly from an angle that the girl couldn't see, and couldn't help her emotions.

He raised his head again, his eyes softened.

"Don't go back now, okay, I don't want to miss your birthday. If you want to be with you, just promise me once and go to my house?"

MuMian took a deep breath, she raised her eyes to look at the soft and beautiful boy, nodded, and started to leave.

And the corner of the white robe, which was held tightly at the fingertips of the young man, was also far away.

Lin Xinghe stood there and was silent for a few seconds, with his gloomy eyes in the air, he stunned his lower lips, and pressed tightly.

The boy closed the bookstore.

He looked at the girl who looked down at the girl playing with the phone, and moved closer, trying to grab her other white tender hand.

As soon as I touched it, MuMian was taken back, and the phone was put in his pocket indifferently.

Lin Xinghe silently lowered her eyes and watched her insert both hands into her pockets.

No look was given to the boy, he had already taken a few steps, and kept a distance from the boy before looking back at him.

"Let's go."

The teenager stepped on the bicycle in silence, and the girl sat in the back seat.

The sun poured on the two people, and the beautiful sun at noon was shining in the sky, as green and beautiful in the eyes of others.

But only the person involved knows the depression of the atmosphere.

The boy lowered his long eyelashes, and his dark eyes reflected on the corners of his white shirt. MuMian did not hold him.

The undercurrent surging that could hardly be suppressed, when he arrived home, Lin Xinghe followed the girl in.

The two people are not too close, but there is no contact at all.

MuMian walked in. At this moment, the neat and clean apartment was covered with pink letters on the wall, and the English letters of Happy 18th Birthday were connected together.

There are unopened cakes on the table. Looking at the beautiful cake box, you will know the size of the cake.

The girl's fingertips unconsciously clasped the wall tightly, her face still taut, cold and indifferent.

She put on pink slippers and walked into the room.

Lin Xinghe approached her, wrapped her waist silently from behind, the two cheeks were close together, and the faint fragrance of the girl's body was between the tips of her nose. He couldn't help but kissed her on the cheek.

The voice was clear and smooth, as if trying to calm the girl's mood.

"Don't be unhappy, I'll go make you some good food, okay?"

He meticulously designed the cake, which is also the result of his hands-on learning in the baking classroom.

The balloons are all by himself, holding a pump and sticking them on the wall. In the refrigerator, he puts a box of all kinds of snacks that the girl loves. He has already bought the ingredients and prepared to make her all her favorites tonight. Great meal.

MuMian The small fist locked under the corner of her clothes clenched quietly, she pushed the boy away slightly, not daring to look up.

"I want to watch TV."

Lin Xinghe was quiet for two seconds, and he nodded, his expression indistinguishable.

The boy turned on the TV and played his favorite cartoon in MuMian.

Seeing the girl sitting on the sofa, he approached slowly, slightly attached himself, his slender white fingers held her head, and his thin lips printed on her forehead.

"Look first, I'm going to cook, there's food in the refrigerator, I'll get it for you."