The Boss is Very Busy

MuMian thought for a while and asked: "Fried chicken, is it okay?"

Qi Chen paused, he nodded, "Yes."

The police officer drove the car and found a Korean restaurant. After entering, he ordered two fried chicken. When he wanted to turn around and ask her what kind of drink she would like to drink, MuMian said to the orderer: "Two big cups of coke , Add ice, thank you."

"..."

Qi Chen pursed his lips, he glanced at the slightly immature girl in school uniform beside him, and said nothing.

The two found a place to sit down.

The decoration of the store is neat and clean, the lighting is bright white, and it looks cold white when hitting people's faces.

Qi Chen glanced at her and put her schoolbag in another position, and couldn't help asking: "Are you not doing homework?"

MuMian nodded: "Yes."

His tone was cold: "Why don't you write then?"

MuMian raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this eating with you?"

Qi Chen raised his eyelashes slightly: "I don't mind, you can write here."

"..."

Who?

Forced her to do homework.

How could he be like her father in this plane? MuMian carried the schoolbag back without saying a word, took out the exercise book, lay on the table in the shop, and started to write homework.

Qi Chen looked at her as if she had no bones, and frowned, "Pay attention to the sitting posture."

"..."

MuMian sits up straight.

Qi Chen nodded blankly: "Otherwise it will be bad for the spine."

MuMian wrote the homework, and the hot fried chicken came up. She took the ice coke and drank it. The other party gave her a look again, her eyes low without any extra emotions, "Eat first, then drink, otherwise It's too cold."

"..."

MuMian reluctantly put down the Coke.

Qi Chen looked at her thoughtful thoughts that she thought was hiding her dissatisfaction. He lowered his head and could still see her small hand holding the pen. The police officer couldn't help but bend the corner of his lips, and his long eyelashes covered his beautiful eyes.

MuMian puts on disposable gloves, holds fried chicken in one hand, and writes homework with a pen in the other.

Qi Chen sat opposite her and looked at the other person's appearance. He quietly pushed his fried chicken to the side of MuMian, and said: "Would you like to write after eating?"

"No." MuMian glanced at him: "I want to write now."

"..."

Kind of hard work.

Qi Chen retracted his gaze, noticed the large glass of Coke beside him, and couldn't help but twist his eyebrows. He really hadn't drunk this thing before, and he didn't know why it was so popular with young children.

Seeing MuMian drinking happily, he paused and couldn't help but take a few sips.

After a few seconds, he put down the cup and stood up suddenly.

MuMian looked at him: "What are you doing?"

The police officer was expressionless: "I want a glass of water."

"..."

Old man.

After eating, MuMian tidied up her schoolbags. Afterwards, she realized that she had something to say when she came out today, but after she came out, it seemed that after she was full and happy, there was nothing else. .

MuMian glanced at a black-clothed, tall police officer. His dark coat lined his skin with cold white. His brown pupils were calm and cold. Others always felt cold, but MuMian felt him on him. Can give people a sense of security.

MuMian followed him out with his schoolbag, Qi Chen opened the door, his white fingertips lightly covered, he turned his head and saw the girl behind him, the police officer was silent, first took her schoolbag, and then lifted it. Mou motioned.

MuMian went out quickly, and he followed behind and closed the door.

The girl stopped: "Officer Qi, we seem to have nothing to say about business."

Qi Chen glanced at her: "Said from the car."