Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

The next second, mu Yunshen's fingers, like eyes, reached into the hem of her pajamas.

Tang Xiao, "..."

She immediately closed her eyes, covered the red and hot on the surface by the dark light, pretended to sleep unskillfully, and her eyelashes trembled like the wings of a bee.

She was a little uneasy, but then she thought with relief, after all, she is still a patient now. No matter how angry mu Yunshen is, he will never be angry with her.

Mu Yunshen looked at her face, but he didn't want to tear her down. He just wanted to laugh. Then he lingered on her lips for a while, and his knuckles were in the middle of her two thin lips.

Tang Xiao closed her eyes and couldn't see. She just wondered what she wanted to do if she didn't sleep at night. Was she checking if she had a fever?

Thinking of this, Tang Xiao quickly forced himself to restrain those wishful thinking.

If she could open her eyes and look at mu Yunshen's expression at this time, I'm afraid she would not think of him as such a gentleman.

The next second, the finger belly suddenly pulled down from her lips, and then printed on the two can not be ignored warm breath and slightly cold soft touch.

Tang Xiao, "..."

He, he really dare to bully the injured, this is really, what is the principle of heaven!

Tang Xiao, who pretended to be sleeping, was completely stiff and became a stick. He dared not breathe. His throat slipped up and down involuntarily. Then he tilted his head and stopped moving.

But mu Yunshen didn't do any extra action. He just lingered on Tang Xiao's lips for a while, then rubbed her face gently.

Tang Xiao was rubbed out of the goose bumps that he couldn't shake off. He almost couldn't bear it. He wanted to turn over and talk to president Mu. However, she couldn't support the little energy she had left. She soon fell into a new dream with all kinds of mixed feelings.

Mu Yunshen tucked in the corner of the quilt for her, stared at her face for a while, and then slowly lay down.

The next morning, ah zhe just went to bed together, subconsciously reached for his mobile phone and wanted to wind up good morning news for his girlfriend - little girl's home, so I like such sticky sweet words. I really can't help it.

He opened the screen with happiness in his heart. Before he could maintain his smile for three seconds, he collapsed after seeing a preconceived news.

Then, this calm and calm assistant to the president, who will not change for thousands of years, finally knocks on the screen and dials out a phone in anger.

"Hello." That end mu Yunshen's voice sounds very sober, half sleepy, should have got up.

Ah zhe looked up at the clock on the wall. It's true that mu Yunshen should have got up at this time of the day, and he wondered immediately - no, since it's good, it sounds refreshing. It's not like there's something uncomfortable about it.

So he asked, "young master, what's the matter with you today?"

Muyun deep light tunnel, "not how ah."

How can the tone of "..." sound so joyful? It's like singing a folk song.

As soon as ah Zhe's mouth drew, he faced with the black face of the lawsuit that had covered his head in the early morning and asked, "then why did you ask for leave all of a sudden?"

It's really strange that president Mu Da, who is a crazy overtime worker and a computer kernel, will one day take the initiative to ask for leave.

"Ah," Muyun said quietly, "because I have something to do."

“......”

It's almost the same as not saying. What's the matter? Can't you condescend to speak out?

Ah zhe said calmly, "there are still two cases unfinished before Tuan Jian. The boss of one of them has already made an appointment with you to have dinner this evening. In the afternoon, he will have all the relevant plans ready. If you don't show up, how can I --"

"Well... Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Mu Yunshen suddenly interrupted him.

Ah zhe was stunned. He thought that he had forgotten about it. After being reminded, he remembered it again. So he subconsciously stopped talking and planned to listen.

Then he heard his young master say in a loud voice, "my porridge on the fire is ready. I have to clean up the dishes first."

Ah zhe was even fiercer when he heard the sound. He almost couldn't believe his ears. Then he stood upright and became a stake. It took him a long time to find a sound. He asked tentatively, "young master, what are you doing now?"

Across the mobile phone screen, ah zhe can hear the sound of jingling, which is also mixed with the echo of his own voice. It seems that mu Yunshen is on hands-free, and his hands are doing something else.

What will mu Yunshen have in his hand?

It can be a pen, a microphone, or even a dazzling luxury, but it can't be pots and pans. Ah zhe forced himself to think a little bit down according to what he said just now, and immediately felt that he couldn't bear the sense of disobedience, so he quickly woke up.

Mu Yunshen's answer was mixed with his mind full of "impossible" self consolation and came down, "cooking porridge."

Ah Zhe, "..."

After a pause, mu Yunshen added, "preserved egg and lean meat porridge, it smells like it's good, but hiss - how can it look like something's wrong? Is it burnt?"