The Boss is Very Busy

I went to bed last night and was exhausted. When MuMian woke up, I was still a little weak.

She came out after washing, and unexpectedly saw Shen Zhiqing in the living room. She was slightly taken aback: "Why don't you go to work?"

Shen Zhiqing came out with a plate: "Today on vacation, I will stay with you at home."

He was already seated, looked over, patted his leg, with a gentle smile on his lips, "Come here."

The way the two get along is completely the old husband and wife, and she is not hypocritical.

MuMian walked over and sat down on his lap, arms around his neck. At the same time, the other party's kiss has fallen, with some heat, easily prying open the teeth, and the fingers have begun to be dishonest.

MuMian couldn't help pushing him away, her mouth twitched: "I'm really hungry."

Hearing this, Shen Zhiqing paused first, he laughed and nodded: "OK."

"Then I will feed you."

"..."

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In the evening, Han Cong and Gu Feng invited them to dinner.

After graduating from university, Gu Feng did not go abroad and chose to stay in China.

Among the few people who opened the studio was him.

I was in a hot pot restaurant for a few months, and the air conditioner was on, and it didn’t feel hot.

MuMian ticked a few dishes on the menu, chose the favorites of myself and Shen Zhiqing, and then pushed the menu over.

"You order."

She leaned on the back of the chair, and Shen Zhiqing had already approached, and the two people shook their fingers, gently pinching their fingertips.

MuMian glances sideways at him.

The young man lowered his eyebrows, and the broken hair on his forehead was a little longer, covering his deep eyebrows. The curved lines of his side face were superior and delicate, and the eyelashes hanging on his eyes curled up.

As if noticing her gaze, Shen Zhiqing raised her head to meet her gaze.

He raised his eyebrows imperceptibly: "What's the matter?"

MuMian paused slightly, she inexplicably remembered that when the man came over last night, the cool fingertips lightly pressed against her auricle, rubbed her fingertips, and pressed it down while covering her ears. Whispering, talking about love.

He looks like a human, but never does human affairs.

MuMian blinked: "It's okay, just...a little skeptical."

Shen Zhiqing is unclear: "What do you suspect?"

"Have you ever doubted yourself," MuMian looked at him carefully: "Actually you are not human."

"?"

"It's a dog."

"???"

MuMian pursed his lower lip: "This is the only way to fit you best."

"..."

Shen Zhiqing, whose attributes were suspected by Xiaojiao's wife, did not refute, he silently retracted his gaze, and looked at the opposite side unhurriedly.

Let them order food, Han Cong and Gu Feng are about to stick together. The two big men are talking like they are biting their ears, and their voices are low.

The young slender fingertips tapped on the table, making a crisp sound, and the two people turned a deaf ear to everything, still whispering.

Shen Zhiqing: "..."

He frowned, and his voice became a little low: "Is it done?"

Hearing this, the two people on the opposite side finally looked up, and Han Cong lifted his chin.

"Brother Qing, don't worry, right now."

Then he retracted his gaze, he held the pen to make a selection on the menu, Gu Feng also stretched out his hand slowly, holding his fingers lightly, covering the back of his hand.

"..." Shen Zhiqing retracted his gaze and cast his gaze on the girl next to him. He approached, slowly wrapped her waist around her, and pulled it close to his body.

He lowered his eyelashes as if he was thinking, and two seconds later he said: "Dogs will do."

As he said, the boy also leaned over and bit her ear and said, "Then can I still go to bed today?"

Looking at MuMian, his expression was a bit speechless.

He smiled slowly: "It's going to bed—"

"Sleep you."