The Boss is Very Busy

MuMian walked over and glanced at the pot: "Brother, you can still cook."

"Yeah." The boy answered casually.

MuMian looked at his skilful movements, and even thought that when an old man of more than 20 years lived alone, no one cooked for him except himself.

Inexplicably a little pitiful.

She thought for a while and asked him: "Brother, will you always live here?"

Shen Yusheng stopped, and then asked quietly, "What?"

"Yes," MuMian scratched his cheeks: "Seeing that you are alone here and there is no personal care. It's better to go home so that we can live together, and I can stay with my brother."

After she finished speaking, the boy was quiet for a moment. Only the sound of cooking "Zila Zila" was left in the whole room. MuMian did not continue to speak. After a while, the boy reached out and turned off the fire, then his eyes were light. Look over.

"No." He paused, pursing his lips: "It's good for me to live alone."

A person is used to it, but also deserted.

I didn't want to be fun.

MuMian raised its eyebrows, then nodded, and did not force it: "Okay."

The two sat together quietly and finished a meal, and then MuMian returned to the room to do homework for two days on the weekend. She held a pen and quickly filled out on the paper while gritting her teeth.

"System, dare to let me be a high school student in the future, believe it or not, I just hacked your data."

"..." The system felt aggrieved: "Then I can't help it. This body and your soul are the closest fit. Only in this way can it not cause danger to your soul."

MuMian wrote down: "But I really don't want to have classes in every world."

She has read it many times in the third year of high school, and every time the textbook is about to be read badly.

At this time, the door of her room was knocked, MuMian immediately stood up and opened the door. The teenager outside didn't seem to expect that she would open the door so quickly. His expression paused, and his eyebrows moved, "Not asleep?"

MuMian "Hmm" said: "I'm doing homework."

"Do you have a lot of homework?" Shen Yu realized that after he was born, his sister was still a high school student. He couldn't help but glanced over the other's face, she looked very immature indeed.

The girl shook her head: "Not much, it will be finished soon, brother, what do you want?"

The boy lowered his eyes to look at her. The cold white light in the room hit his cheeks. The thick and curled eyelashes were as beautiful as butterfly wings, hung on his eyes, and a silhouette fell between his white nose.

He unconsciously rubbed his snow-white fingertips: "You, do you want to go out to play tomorrow?"

"Huh?" MuMian paused: "Where to go?"

On this plane, the little brother has a special identity. Before he came, MuMian only had the idea of ​​seeing him again, and didn't expect the other party to take her out.

After all, if someone is recognized, it will have to make headlines every minute.

Considering Shen Yusheng's popularity, if it really makes headlines, it is estimated that he will be posted on the black net by human flesh, and then drowned by the spit of thousands of people, MuMian think about it or forget it, she doesn't want to be famous.

The young man pursed the corners of his lips calmly. The lip line appeared straight, and there was a trace of unnaturalness across his face. He lowered his cold voice and said lightly: "You girls... don't all like to watch movies and go for fun. Play?"

"..." As soon as these words came out, MuMian was silent for a while, then blinked, "You want to take me to the playground?"