The Boss is Very Busy

She straightened her chest and nodded: "It should be courtesy."

Shen Yusheng watched her movements silently.

The familiar fragrance seems to be left on the lips. MuMian couldn’t help but want to lift his head and touch it, but felt that his action was too obvious. It stretched out in the air and turned to cut the haircut: "That brother I am leaving."

"Ok."

Hearing his faint breath, MuMian reached out and pushed the car door. After going down, she walked to the school door and turned around. The car was still on the opposite side. She paused for two seconds and couldn't help but curl her lips.

MuMian walked into the school and finally reached an angle that Shen Yusheng couldn't see. She couldn't help raising her hand and touching the corner of her lips lightly. Thinking of the scene just now, the place where she was kissed was a little numb. .

This person must have discovered it.

I found out that her feelings for him were not as simple as her loved ones.

MuMian feels that she has been taking the initiative for so long after all. This time, she will wait for the other party to confess. But remembering Shen Yu's vivid and still blushing appearance, the girl glanced at the corner of her mouth, waiting for him to confess. Waiting for the year of the monkey...

MuMian approached the campus leisurely. By this time, it was almost noon. The students rushed to the classroom one by one. She glanced at today's class schedule and walked towards the teaching building.

Before turning, the pace suddenly stopped.

The girl stopped without a trace, then her expression was calm, she continued walking past without a trace of change.

She nodded at Chen Zeng who was standing in the corner, her face was still polite: "Hello, teacher."

Chen Zeng walked over, wearing spectacles, meticulous in his suit, and gentle temperament. There was a smile on his face, but this time he didn't look so gentle, and he was a little stiff.

He walked in front of MuMian, his lenses were a little reflective, making it difficult to see the low emotions in his eyes.

Chen Zeng pushed down his glasses and glanced at the door for an unexplained look. He lowered his head and glanced at his watch and asked: MuMian) classmate? Why did you return to school at this time?"

MuMian answered casually: "My friend came to me, teacher, what did you do yesterday?"

"Friends..." Chen Zeng's eyes were dim, and the gentle smile on his lips seemed to be unsustainable. He was so stiff, he automatically ignored the following questions, and asked himself: "I was at the door just now. Seems to see you, your friend...is a boy?"

MuMian nodded: "Yes."

"..."

She admitted that she was frank and frank, and Chen Zeng's fingers in her pocket couldn't help being clenched together. With great strength, she was faintly pale, and her eyes swept across her white cheeks, and her breath was tight.

His lips moved, and the feeling of heat was printed out.

Don't worry.

Chen Zeng returned to the gentle gentleman he used to be. He smiled at the other person: "Is there something to talk about in the office this afternoon, classmate MuMian, you should be late. If you remember correctly, you This should go to the second teaching building."

"Ah, yes." MuMian nodded indiscriminately, wanting to say goodbye to him quickly, the other party's sticky gaze made her look a little disgusting: "Teacher, I'll go first."

Chen Zeng nodded, watching the girl walking past, staring tightly, the reflection on the lens flashed by. The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Chen Zeng glanced at it, his face darkened.

He walked to a corner with no one, and when he got on the phone, he yelled at the opposite side: "Didn't I say not to call me during work hours?"