The Boss is Very Busy

The girl's figure is soft, she is very close, and she can almost feel the temperature through a few layers of fabric. Wen Shumu paused, and subconsciously reached out and pushed her away, his lips straightened and said slowly.

"... Then you get off the car yourself."

MuMian nodded.

As soon as I got out of the car, the cold wind blew in. Before MuMian felt cold, the other party suddenly threw the blanket over, she subconsciously caught it and looked over. The man's expression was faint and he couldn't see his emotions.

MuMian bends her lips and wraps herself in a blanket, "Thank you."

Wen Shumu didn't speak, he walked quietly to the tree, MuMian followed him, and sat down to watch the night together, the wind was cold and cold, MuMian was covered with a small blanket, it was warm, she Glancing at the person beside him.

He was dressed in black, let his long legs loose, leaning lazily on the tree, and wiping the gun with his low eyes. MuMian couldn't help asking: "Brother, aren't you cold?"

Wen Shumu didn't look up, "It's not cold."

"That's it." MuMian nodded, then suddenly asked: "...Are you hungry?"

Hearing these words, Wen Shumu's eyebrows suddenly jumped, and he finally raised his eyelashes, his gaze settled on her quietly, and he almost assuredly said, "You are hungry again."

She didn't seem to expect that she would guess so quickly, MuMian paused, and then nodded with embarrassment.

"..."

When MuMian was eating potato chips, she couldn't help but moved. Sure enough, the little brother was the biggest golden finger. She could see that if there was a little brother, then there was everything.

But it seems that it’s not so good to eat people all the time. MuMian thinks about them not having a close relationship now, they have been eating and drinking from others, and covering them with blankets, if you don’t know, thank you.

Isn't this lack of heart?

MuMian thought, suddenly raised his head and looked at Wen Shumu. The other party seemed to pay attention to her gaze and looked over.

The man's broken hair is clean, he is still tidy and rigorous, his emotions are indifferent and calm, he is not hurried about anything, an excellent man who hides his emotions.

MuMian blinked and said to the other person, "Brother, don't give me such good things in the future, I can just eat some compressed biscuits in the future."

After she said something empathetic, she passed it in her head again, and she was really satisfied, MuMian pulled out a big and kind smile again, thinking she was kind and sweet.

MuMian doesn't expect to hear what the other party will praise her, but at least it should be gentler to her.

When he wanted to hear this, the other party also spoke, and he nodded calmly and solemnly.

"indeed."

"..." MuMian was stunned, and the smile at the corner of his mouth also stiffened: "Huh?"

Wen Shumu didn't seem to notice her surprise, and continued to speak blankly, "Because you have almost eaten all the snacks, so - you really need to pay attention in the future."

MuMian: "..."

The wind was very cold in the middle of the night, almost like a knife drilled into people's skin. Although MuMian was not cold, I was afraid that Wen Shumu would feel cold.

Although he contends that he can eat and satirize himself, he is always his own, and MuMian can't bear him being cold.

So the girl approached silently for a few minutes, and her body was close. The other party had already noticed the moment she left. He lowered his eyes to look at her: "What are you doing?"

MuMian didn't say a word, first lifted the blanket and covered him with one foot. When the other party wanted to leave, he immediately raised his hand to hold him.