The Boss is Very Busy

MuMian closed the door, and the room instantly became quiet. She looked over, and the little hall was dressed in a happy dress and sat on the bed.

The general walked over.

Hearing the movement of the other party approaching, Xi Quan couldn't help holding his cool fingertips, and the red gauze lowered to the face with a thin pink powder, which looked noble and stunning.

Feeling someone standing in front of him, the young man bit his lower lip subconsciously, the blushing color was slightly whitened by the bite, leaving a shallow tooth mark.

MuMian stretched out his hand to pick up the red gauze on the opponent's head, and a white and clear face was completely exposed under the crown.

The general suddenly leaned over slightly, feeling something, Xi Quan's eyelashes trembled, he froze inexplicably, and his face was strained, as if obediently waiting for something.

But the other party just leaned down, lifted his fingertips and gently stroked his hair, and then gently took off the beautiful but heavy phoenix crown, as the girl said worriedly: "Wearing this all the time, it must be uncomfortable. "

"Huh?" Xi Quan was stunned. He raised his head and met the girl's worried eyes. The boy blinked, "...It's okay."

MuMian put down the phoenix crown and looked up at him again. The boy was solemn and solemn with expressionless expression on her cheeks, her face was so beautiful that she softened.

I remembered that I would have to have a drink with me on the day of marriage, so MuMian raised an eyebrow and asked, "Would you like to drink?"

When the words were over, Xi Quan saw her standing up straight again. He was silent for two seconds, drinking...

He seems to have never drunk.

But I heard that on the night of the wedding, the husband and wife like to drink and flirt, otherwise it will disturb the interest.

It shouldn't matter if he drinks a little.

The boy nodded silently, "...OK."

MuMian brought two glasses of wine and walked over. She handed each other a glass of wine. The young man raised his hand expressionlessly and then dropped his head to stare at the wine glass in his hand.

The next moment, the girl stretched her arm over.

"come on."

"?" Xi Quan raised his head, his eyes moved, a little unclear, "What is coming..."

MuMian took it for granted, "Hand in a drink."

It turned out to be handing over a glass of wine... Only then did Xi Quan react, and then realized it later that on the day of marriage, husband and wife should also have a glass of wine together. This is a custom.

...So it's not because of this that I am interested.

Xi Quan's always pretentious calm look was stained with a faint ruddy, the little majesty coughed slightly, and his white and tender fingers held the wine glass and raised it.

MuMian moves naturally closer.

The two were very close, and the juvenile's ink-colored hair gently brushed the other's white side face, and then drooped his eyes and drank the wine in the glass.

The bitter taste pierced his mouth, and the little majesty frowned subconsciously. He raised his eyes and saw the girl's calm look. He paused, immediately flattened his brows, and put down the wine glass pretending to be calm.

Pretending to be sophisticated.

But the taste in his mouth was really too bitter, which made him feel faintly uncomfortable, and the little majesty's eyes rolled, and his gaze swept across the cakes on the table.

He put on a casual expression, raised his hand to grab a piece of pastry, handed it to the lips of MuMian, blinked, "eat."

MuMian didn't think about anything, and took a bite.

Xi Quan stared at her, "Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious." The comment in MuMian is quite satisfactory.

"is it?"

The little majesty showed a slightly puzzled look.

The girl nodded and glanced at him.

"You taste it too."

"Oh..." Xi Quan looked at the pastry in his hand, his tone of voice did not fluctuate: "All right."