The Boss is Very Busy

Yao Xiao stood up, made a "please" gesture at the woman, and smiled.

"Girl Cotton, take a seat."

MuMian walked over and sat down from him.

Yao Xiao narrowed his eyes and didn't say anything, just smiled and took his seat.

When eating, the atmosphere in the private room was extremely quiet except for the sound of a collision between a spoon and a porcelain bowl.

Yao Xiao couldn't help laughing, and broke the silence: "Is Cotton Girl always so quiet?"

MuMian picked up the tea cup slowly, the white fingers and the dark brown tea cup produced a bright color, steaming, and the girl blinked her long eyelashes.

"It has always been this way in front of strangers. Please forgive Yao Gongzi."

The other party's attitude was indifferent, but Yao Xiao didn't seem to be angry at all. He smiled, "No problem."

Beauty is generally more arrogant, he can accommodate some, anyway, he can take his time.

For a quarter of an hour, Yao Xiao had been trying to open the chatterbox, but he really didn't do anything. After a while, the beauty put down the chopsticks.

"Sorry, Master Yao, I'm already tired."

Yao Xiao paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally said nothing.

"It's okay. Ms. Cotton is so tired every day, so she should rest earlier."

When the words fell, Yao Xiao didn't entangle any more, and after saying goodbye, he left MuMian.

After the woman left, only Yao Xiao was left in the room. The man half-squinted his eyes and looked at the tea cup that the young girl had just drunk. His eyes suddenly became deep.

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Soon it was the birthday party of the little prince.

The little prince has just turned ten this year. Eniang is the current queen and has been extremely doted since she was born. At this birthday banquet, everyone also tried their best to please the little prince.

In the banquet hall, there are low tables. Most of the people who can be here are distinguished and powerful people. The emperor sits on the main seat in a dragon robe, and the gentle and graceful queen sits on the emperor’s. Sideways.

The banquet was lively, and everyone sent valuable birthday gifts one after another. It was not so much to celebrate the birthday of the little prince, but to beg for the emperor's dragon heart.

The emperor Ni glanced at the people next to him, and his father-in-law immediately understood and approached his ears when he heard the emperor ask.

"Where is Yushu?"

The father-in-law bent over and said in a low voice respectfully.

"The Nine Princes are in the Imperial Garden, and now the Imperial Garden is occupied by the Nine Princes, no one is allowed to enter."

The emperor frowned.

"You find a few people to bring the Nine Lords over. It's really a nonsense. The birthday banquets of the brothers and eldest sons do not come to wish peace. It is simply impolite!"

"Hey." The father-in-law turned halfway, then turned around silently: "The emperor, the nine princes have been like this since childhood, you can't force him."

The emperor stared at him coldly.

"Just let you go, so much nonsense."

The father-in-law bends down quickly: "The minion will go now."

The father-in-law had not left, he heard the small servant outside the door: "The Nine Princes are here to give gifts."

Hearing this, almost everyone at the banquet couldn't help but gather their eyes together.

As the voice of the young man fell, a person in a snow-white shirt entered quietly.

The figure is like a bamboo, the ink-colored hair is poured freely, and the light color is illuminated by the faint sunlight, reflecting the clean and flawless skin. The white and beautiful prince is slow and smooth.

The delicate facial lines extend all the way to the neck, and the thin lips under the bridge of the nose are light, but they are not weak and pale.

The only shortcoming is that the pure white silk covers his eyes, as if for fear that this person is too perfect, the Nine Princes were born blind.