The Boss is Very Busy

After that, the names of several dishes are listed below.

MuMian was drawn all the way down, I couldn't help but open my eyes, and I would know by the bottom comment.

She wasn't the only one surprised.

And the fans were obviously more surprised than her.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhh, you have appeared! ! ! ! 】

[Fuck, am I blind? 】

[The first time it was not an official Weibo, husband, are you showing off our sister? 】

[Shen Yusheng still has a sister? 】

[Show off my sister this time, and show off me next time. 】

[I wonder why there are so many dreaming people? 】

[Recorded a lot of favorite foods, are you a hidden sister? 】

Soon, I saw it with my own eyes in MuMian.

#沉榆生妹妹#

#沉榆生记小妹's favorite food#

#沉榆生发博#

And so on topics have been sent hot.

MuMian: "..."

The girl was lying on the bed, watching the heat rise again and again. She couldn't help but blinked her eyes. She couldn't tell her feelings, but it seemed that there was a little sweetness. The girl couldn't help but curl her lips.

After the meeting, there was movement at the door.

Hearing the sound, MuMian quickly got up from the bed, and the door of the back room was pushed open. The boy walked in, facing the girl's clear eyes.

He paused and walked over: "What's the matter?"

MuMian flipped the phone and held it in front of him: "Brother, I saw your Weibo."

Shen Yusheng lowered his eyes and glanced at random, unable to hear any emotions, but with a faint smile: "Are you still following your brother's Weibo?"

MuMian didn't feel shy when he was teased by him, nodded, and generously admitted: "Brother, how did you post this Weibo?"

"Just let it go." Hearing her question, his tone was light, and the boy raised his eyebrows again.

"Don't want your brother to post it?"

"--No." MuMian thought about it carefully, and found that she didn't feel any awkwardness in her heart, and didn't want to tell him that she actually liked it, so she pursed the corner of her lips, and gave a random reason: "Will this affect your work?"

"Don't think of anything that affects my work." The boy's expression was calm and calm, he sighed, his voice was low, and his voice seemed to be soft and sweet as if it was attached to her ears. "My brother's work every day is as terrible as you think. "

"Oh." She seemed to have listened to the suggestion, and nodded with an obedient expression.

Shen Yusheng bends his white and slender fingers, taps on the table, making a noise, and then slowly speaks with his voice: "Let brother look at your Weibo."

MuMian paused, and she raised her head, obviously reluctantly: "What's so good about this?"

"Huh?" The boy looked at her reaction and couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, his tone was gentle: "There is something in it that I can't let my brother see."

"..." MuMian remembered the nickname she had picked up, and she blinked, pretending to be calm: "Of course not."

"No?" There was finally a smile in his voice.

"...No."

"Okay." Shen Yusheng nodded, and he stared at her slowly and motionlessly: "Since there is no one, let my brother take a look."

"..." MuMian held his mobile phone in his hand: "Our little girl's Weibo, what do you elders read?"

"..."

"Maybe you still don't understand."

"..."

As if she didn't expect her to say that, the young man's expression paused, and he suddenly laughed, letting out a faint breath, a gentle smile, but not reaching the bottom of his eyes.

"Dislike brother?"