The Boss is Very Busy

"Yeah." Wen Shumu smiled gently, "you can see it."

"..."

MuMian grabbed his clothes, "wait."

Wen Shumu stopped, "What?"

MuMian pondered for a while, and said: "Although we have only been together for two days, if the little daughter-in-law has needs, I can satisfy you."

"..."

MuMian lay down obediently, with a kind face: "Come on then."

The man lowered his eyes and looked at the people under him calmly. The corners of his lips were slightly curled up, the curvature was subtle and beautiful.

"it is good."

"??"

MuMian stared at him, thinking that the other party would say "Forget it, I'm not willing".

As a result, reality and ideal are completely different.

The expression of MuMian became more and more self-evident, as if she was accusing the other party. She scanned the broad daylight outside, and from time to time there was the roar of zombies. MuMian pursed her lips, "They Still below."

"Yeah." The man's fingertips were already covered with his own buttons: "They won't come up."

"..."

"What if." MuMian didn't believe it.

Wen Shumu stared at her, then suddenly got up and wanted to go outside.

MuMian also sat up, not knowing why: "What are you doing?"

The other party glanced at her, "Go tell them not to come up."

"..."

MuMian rolled his eyes, a little speechless.

Looking at the other person's expression, she obviously knew that he was joking, she hooked her finger helplessly.

"Forget it, come over and satisfy you."

Wen Shumu nodded and smiled suddenly: "Okay, come here now."

When the man returned to the bed, he slowly undressed and curled his lips, "Mianmian just said that he was satisfied, right?"

MuMian hummed.

"Okay." He untied his clothes, revealing his fair and delicate chest, "If there is no dissatisfaction, do I have to double it?"

MuMian was silent for a moment, "So how is satisfaction?"

"I only count when I'm satisfied."

"..."

-

After a long time, MuMian became dizzy and drowsy. It was already afternoon. The setting sun outside the window lit up the room. She lifted her heavy eyelids and felt the strength of the other party. She couldn't help but say: "I'm tired ."

"Huh?" The man raised his hand, his forehead was covered with dense sweat, he held the other's white hand against him, and looked down at her: "Do you want me to double it?"

"..." MuMian immediately changed his words: "I'm not tired."

"Okay." The man chuckled: "Then continue."

"……"damn thing.

After living in the apartment for a few days, everyone's tight nerves relaxed a little, and their energy gradually recovered, and they were much better than before when they fled.

MuMian felt that Wen Shumu had the best recovery in the team. He was like a monster who didn't know what was tired.

MuMian couldn't help but wonder if he was a zombie. Because zombies don’t know how tired they are.

Hearing her question, Wen Shumu couldn't help being silent for a few seconds before raising his eyelashes: "If I'm really a zombie, it's not as simple as letting you rest."

"..."

She was silent, the other party was not in a hurry, thought for a while, and said to herself: "In fact, it would be nice if it was a zombie."

MuMian raised his eyes.

Wen Shumu: "If I bite you, you will become a zombie."

"...What do you want to say?"

"This way you won't be tired." Wen Shumu smiled: "If you don't be tired, then you can keep--"

"Stop, stop." MuMian hurriedly called to a halt, her eyes widened: "Why do you have something like this in your mind every day, can't you think of something else?"