The Boss is Very Busy

MuMian has a serious face: "Stop talking."

"..."

Wen Shumu honestly did not move.

MuMian covered the two people with a blanket and looked at the corners of Wen Shumu's side, and MuMian approached the past again, carefully helping him to tuck the corners.

The man gently grabbed her wrist, MuMian looked over, and the eyes of the opponent's broken hair were bright and squiggly, and the low light shone, MuMian paused, and heard the other person say: " ...Stay away."

"..." MuMian gave him a weird look, and calmly moved away from him. The blanket that had just been spread was pulled directly away, wrapped in itself, so that the other party did not touch it.

Why should she worry about him being cold?

ill.

Watching the action of MuMian, Wen Shumu didn't say a word, her petite body was nestled in the corner, because the cold wind was blowing, and the tip of her small nose was red with freezing, looking a little pitiful.

Wen Shumu held the gun between his fingers, gently covering his slender white fingers, and raised his eyelashes.

"Do you want to learn?"

MuMian opened his eyes: "What?"

The next moment, the gun was loaded.

MuMian was attracted by her attention, she raised her eyebrows and nodded: "Yes."

In fact, it is almost the same.

The man stood up and his slender figure was immediately revealed in front of his eyes. He turned his eyes to look at the beautifully carved girl, and gestured at her with his eyes down.

"Get up first."

MuMian followed to stand up.

She was still wearing a blanket. The two walked to an open space together, and Wen Shumu stood up to her and stretched out his hand, staring at the girl's white profile slightly, and said softly.

"Take it."

MuMian held the gun in the palm of his hand, feeling cold to the touch, and then the man's palm covered the back of her hand, his two hands were tightly attached, and the fingertips hooked her to the launch site.

MuMian paused, the people next to him were very close, they were almost close to each other, the voice in the ears was low and calm, and it passed into the wind with a little dumbness.

"aim."

Feeling the cool temperature on the back of her hand in MuMian, she blinked and hummed.

The man was almost a head taller than her. When standing together, MuMian put the top of his head against his chin. The smell of the man was light and good, with a cold fragrance, which made people immersed.

"Next," his cheek moved to her ear calmly, leaning slightly, his lips seemed to be pressed against her ear to speak, the distance was getting closer, "launch."

He hooked the launcher, MuMian immediately felt the recoil of the gun through the palm of her hand. She was taken aback and found that a black figure had fallen down in front of her, and she didn't know when it was the zombie that ran over.

MuMian turned red, she silently let go of her hand, and the people behind her backed quietly.

Since the other party hadn't said an ambiguous word just now, the girl was still invisibly stirred by him. She remembered the calm and stern action of the other party when she fired the gun, and shot it mercilessly.

She was still remembering the scene just now, when the other party suddenly raised her hand and handed it over.

MuMian subconsciously looked over and saw the opponent handing the gun to her, she raised her eyes.

The man's eyes were sinking slightly, just like the darkness of the night, calm and indifferent, he spoke blankly.

"give you."

MuMian froze for a moment, then looked down: "Why send me...then what do you do?"

Wen Shumu's expression could not see much emotion, "I still have spares."

"..."

It turns out there is a spare.