The Boss is Very Busy

Even if the prince does not show his eyes, his appearance is beautiful. He is slender and beautiful. He is always dressed in a white crescent shirt, elegant and beautiful to the extreme.

MuMian was lightly pressed against the shoulder by the man's fingers, but the prince didn't exert any strength at all, the girl just moved forward slightly and approached easily.

The corners of Jun Yushu's lips pursed, looking cold and alienated.

He still stretched out his white and slender fingers. When the girl approached, he just held it gently. He lowered his head, and a few strands of ink-colored hair hung over his shoulders, reflecting the skin like a thousand-year-old jade.

He spoke in a low tone, slightly dumb.

"Girl, self-respect."

MuMian is lazy, the opponent's voice is very low, and there is almost no deterrent.

She squinted her eyes and leaned against the other's shoulder in a comfortable and bold manner. She raised her eyelashes and looked at the fair and beautiful cheek in front of her.

"Lord, I am pleased with you."

Although Jun Yushu has flashed this idea in his mind countless times, this person may please him.

But just like this, the cold and elegant prince's beautiful cheeks couldn't help but be stained with a seductive red cloud, and the fingers against the opponent's shoulder suddenly seemed to be soft.

He rolled his apple a few times, his expression inexplicable.

"You... bold, can you not listen to what the king said?"

MuMian was pushed away again, she was taken aback for a few seconds, and she just stood up.

His body suddenly lightened, Jun Yushu felt the person leave, and the light fragrance of the girl between his nose and wings moved away. He paused slightly, his fingertips tightened.

MuMian simply pressed the man's shoulder straightforwardly, and through a layer of clothing, he could clearly feel the young boy's slender joints.

She raised her eyes, no longer behaved and quiet, and directly pressed against the other's shoulders, her other small hand provoked Wang Ye Yingrun's delicate chin, the girl looked at the man with a slightly surprised look, and muttered.

"Master, just follow me."

"..."

The prince said silently.

The other party looked like a hooligan who molested a good family woman. He tightened his lips, trying to avoid her touch, but did not move at all.

Obviously he is the prince whom thousands of people respect today, but the people in front of him treat him like this.

But...inexplicably not angry.

He looked cold and said: "Are you people so self-respecting?"

MuMian raised her eyebrows, and the hand holding the man's chin also paused gently, and she blinked.

Some were stunned.

The person in front of me is beautiful and elegant, but MuMian slightly narrowed his eyes: "The prince said, who am I?"

Jun Yushu paused, he leaned his cheek lightly, and the girl's little hand also left, he was slightly stunned.

The thin lips of the teenager were pressed lightly.

MuMian looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly backed up a few steps, with no emotion on her face, she asked again: "The prince feels like us in a humble status..."

Jun Yushu interrupted in a low voice.

"This king... didn't say that."

The face of MuMian remained unchanged, and the atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds. The girl suddenly stepped back, keeping a distance between the two.

The girl's voice was polite and estranged, and she returned to her former calm: "Cotton understands."

The young man was inexplicably startled, somewhat puzzled.

Understand what?

The thoughts had just passed through his mind, and he heard the girl's flat and distant opening again.

"Master, Cotton is very tired. If you want to rest early, you won't continue to accompany the prince."

Jun Yushu paused with his beautiful and dark eyebrows, and he pursed his lips, feeling helpless.

Then thought of it again.

He is the lord...

Obviously, I don't know how much more honorable is than the other party's identity, why do you subconsciously give in to her?