The Boss is Very Busy

Shen Zhiqing's complexion blushed, and he barely dared to look directly at the girl's eyes. His fingertips trembled lightly, and his beautiful eyes blinked. He barely calmed his expression, and he spoke a little at a loss.

"No, it's not what you said..." The other party was clearly driving, but gave him the pot.

MuMian narrowed his eyes, his little hand was still holding his collar: "I just said I wanted to kiss you, where did you want to go?"

The boy was startled slightly, and then the red cloud spread from his cheeks to his fair neck, the whole figure looked like a cooked shrimp, and he was also startled when he watched MuMian.

The little brother of this plane is so shy, he can't bear it if he is a bit harder, how can he be overwhelmed in the future?

The girl patted the boy on the cheek, deliberately joking.

"Brother, your face is so red."

Hearing this, Shen Zhiqing buried his entire face on the girl's shoulder, his arms were tight and his shoulders trembled slightly.

"……To shut up."

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MuMian just quit the job after receiving the pay for the flyer.

In order to avoid being harassed by Qin Yang again, when MuMian went to work, that person had to follow.

The good name is: "Protect you."

Han Cong opened the door of the box, the hot pot in the room was steaming hot, and the mist caught the boy's cheeks. He walked in with an unidentified face.

"Brother Qing, why do you eat hot pot every day?"

Gu Feng followed Han Cong in. He opened the chair for Han Cong casually and watched the man sit down.

Shen Zhiqing's dark eyes looked over, and the pupils were indifferent and emotional, and he spoke lightly.

"You don't mean that this hot pot is delicious."

Han Cong waved his hand.

"It's delicious, but I can't eat it every day. If I continue to eat it like this, I will vomit immediately, don't you think? Gu Xiaofeng.

The boy whose name was named looked over and touched Han Cong's bright big eyes. Gu Feng's expression remained unchanged, and the eyes that were hidden by the glasses flickered.

He nodded slightly and gave a hmm.

The delicate boy lifted the dark and cool collar, his slightly brown hair reflected the warm light, leaving a halo. He frowned on his cool and beautiful eyebrows, his thin lips were slightly lifted, and his tone was cold: "You don't hurt. Up?"

"..."

Han Cong coughed, his face serious.

"Eating hot pot, it's good, I like it. Can Gu Xiaofeng help me hold the chopsticks? I really love hot pot."

Gu Feng calmly helped him take a pair of chopsticks.

Shen Zhiqing stood up suddenly, the chair made a slight noise, Han Cong looked over at the sound, blinked his eyes and said, "Brother Qing, why are you going?"

The boy sighed and looked at him impatiently. The beautiful and colorful pupils were somewhat cold and cold.

"..." I just asked casually, why are you looking at me like this again?

MuMian bowed his head in the corner, keeping his head down, and the pen nib outlines a beautiful font on the paper.

Suddenly approaching a figure behind her, she held the fingers of the black ink pen, and the heat source was close. She subconsciously wanted to turn around and kick over, but the person suddenly hugged and the familiar breath approached.

MuMian was startled and didn't resist.

Shen Zhiqing turned her around, lowered her long and beautiful eyelashes, and the crystal clear eyes reflected the girl's slender figure. He pursed the beautifully shaped thin lips, and said in a low voice: "Would you like to meet with me? my friend?"

MuMian looked up at him.

"I am still wearing work clothes, will I look less formal."

The young man frowned his delicate eyebrows, his pupils drooping as clear as cold snow: "Seeing that they don't need those, just feel free."

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You weren't there when I abused the scum, and when I made pornography, I blew you out. Want me to continue?

Then hit me with a ticket first.