The Boss is Very Busy

After a while, the little majesty finally knocked on the table, with a sloppy and proud look, but his white and tender little face was slightly bulging, and he bit his thin lip lightly, and he gave a slightly unnatural cold snort.

"The main hall is going to have a look--"

The snow-white boy's eyes flickered slightly. He blinked his eyelashes and muttered softly:

"...What is this general like."

The attendant let out a cry, he subconsciously raised his head and looked at Xi Quan, "His Royal Highness, are you going to see the general?"

I couldn't say it just now, and now I suddenly changed my words and said I was going to see General Mu. The attendant's brain circuit couldn't keep up with the thinking of the little majesty for a while, so I had to ask in a daze, without realizing anything.

As soon as the voice fell, the little majesty looked over blankly, his white cheeks stretched, his expression indifferent, a pair of amber pupils with cold emotions.

The attendant immediately closed his mouth and hung his head quickly, not daring to speak again.

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On the appointed day, MuMian took a sedan chair and came to Guangping Tower. She sat in the private room. The little prince waited quietly before he arrived.

She didn't wait long when there was movement from the door of the room, and MuMian subconsciously raised her head and looked over.

First came the small white hand of Shengxue, with beautiful and tender finger bones. He gently supported the door of the room and walked in with the little majesty.

He was dressed in a light blue robe, and his slender white fingers gently tucked his wide cuffs.

MuMian looked up.

The skin is white and flawless. Men of this dynasty generally like to draw eyebrows and eyes, with a thick layer of powder on their faces, and a thick powdery smell all over the body.

The young man's face was not applied with powder, and the cold and clear eyes were as crystal clear as glass, and the crow feather-like eyelashes hung on the eyes, and the arcs were curled and looked beautiful.

The pale cyan clothes were plain, worn on him, but the temperament was a little more elegant. He glanced over with a faint look, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and then his lips were pursed, and he walked over.

MuMian raised her eyebrows slightly, and she unconsciously rubbed the tea cup between her fingers a few times.

It's really a little brother...This fate, MuMian itself feels a little weird.

The general's composure changed from just now. She suddenly curled her lips, with a friendly smile on her face. She watched the snow-white and exquisite boy sit down opposite her, and her eyes from MuMian kept staring at him. She asked in a sultry ending: "You are the little majesty, right?"

The little majesty looked over with amber pupils.

They were sitting in the private room with the wooden windows open, and the wanton and warm sunlight fell on the white and snow-skinned people, adding a little hazy and extraordinary beauty.

He picked up the slender eyelashes, his expression was indifferent and arrogant, "Otherwise?"

The appearance of the little brother is rare.

In the past, he would only be cold and cold, and no matter how soft he looked like a little milk dog, the person in front of him was like an immature little milk cat.

Her face was cold and arrogant, but her cheeks were soft and beautiful, like a delicate porcelain doll.

MuMian stared at him for a few seconds, and suddenly wanted to raise her head and squeeze his small white cheeks to try to find out how it feels. Thinking about it, the woman stretched out her hand.

The other party didn't seem to think that the other party would suddenly raise his hand, and he was also defenseless. When the finger of MuMian fell on the boy's skin, it felt soft and tender.

The general's heart was rippling, and he couldn't help but tugged gently.

Hey mom, a boy—

How could it be so tender?