The Boss is Very Busy

After eating something in MuMian, she was nestled in the other's arms, her shirt was tightly clenched with her fingertips, the military uniform was cold to the touch, and she shrank unconsciously.

Wen Shumu stretched out his fingers to cover the buttons of his jacket, and unbuttoned them slowly.

MuMian noticed his movements, and thought to be awkward, "You...we are still trapped here, isn't it good?"

Wen Shumu moved for a while, he raised his eyelashes, wrapped his coat around her silently, and pulled her into his arms. He bowed his head, "Why are you full of those things?"

"..." Knowing that she had misunderstood, MuMian coughed, her cheeks were a little hot, she pursed her lips, and muttered softly: "It's not because you are usually too...that's why I want to be crooked."

The man paused, he laughed, and didn't refute anything.

After taking the person into her arms, she habitually squeezed the girl's little hand.

MuMian thought for a while and asked: "Do you also think that Dr. Qian found something that trapped us here?"

"Perhaps." Wen Shumu answered her.

"W city is controlled by him. He should always use the zombies around us to monitor us."

MuMian paused. If the whole city is controlled by him, wouldn't it be over?

MuMian called the system in his heart, "Do you have any way to block the zombie's surveillance of us, and, can you find the location of Dr. Qian?"

"This is okay." The system inquired again, "Although his location is shielded by him, and there is a lot of signal interference, you can still find it if you want to find it."

MuMian hummed: "Give me all the locations that can be found."

Knowing that the location can be found, MuMian was in a much better mood. She nestled in the other's arms. After she was full, sleepiness struck again. MuMian raised her hand and rubbed the man’s broken hair. In a soothing tone.

"Take you away tomorrow, and get a good sleep today."

Her gesture and tone were like comforting a child. Wen Shumu raised her eyelashes, nodded calmly, and calmly cooperated with her: "Okay, you have to protect me."

MuMian remembered that the other party was a poor little person with no abilities, and her sense of responsibility suddenly surged. She nodded and hugged him: "I protected you, won't you repay me?"

Wen Shumu glanced at her up and down: "I am penniless now, how do you want me to repay?"

MuMian paused. She just wanted to speak, but the other party suddenly laughed. The breath was long and sultry, making people tremble: "Why, I will pay for it?"

"..." MuMian thought of the other person's body with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and nodded heartily: "Also."

"Okay." Wen Shumu locked her in his arms and leaned against the wall to look up at her. His posture was a little lazy and careless. The voice that came from was low, but it seemed to be extremely serious, "Then owe it first."

"Oh." The response of MuMian was extremely flat, "Then you have to remember it every time."

"I can't help it." His voice was steady and he smiled: "I don't have a good memory."

He rubbed her broken hair, and muttered, "I will remember only a lot more."

"..."

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Early in the morning, MuMian opened her eyes, and her eyes rolled around.

It was probably already daytime, and the surrounding area was already bright. They were in the basement of the building. Because the upper floor collapsed, there was a lot of rubble.

MuMian raised his eyes again and saw the figure standing at the window.