The Boss is Very Busy

He sat there with a cold expression, but his cheeks were flushed. The prince was silent for a few seconds before he whispered: "Why do you always..."

Jun Yushu really couldn't say the words "mood".

MuMian always acts like a hooligan.

The delicate and soft His Royal Highness continued to blush, even shyly speaking in a low voice, MuMian blinked, she suddenly stretched out her hand, and slammed the nine princes directly in the sedan chair. She was close and smiled. .

"What am I always?"

Jun Yushu was forced to nest in the corner, and his snow-white fingertips subconsciously grasped his clothes, pulling out a few folds, breaking the rigorous coldness of the past.

Smelling the delicious fragrance of the girl, he coughed in a daze, stretched out his slender white fingers, and gently pressed the opponent.

"Don't do that."

He whispered.

MuMian raised the man's jaw again, funny.

"What else?"

Although the other party stretched out his hand to resist it, his hand seemed to have no bones. MuMian approached gently, and the covering hand softened.

The girl leaned close to his delicate cheeks, and the heat of her breathing was spilling on his neck, she said gently.

"Don't you like it?"

The warm breath spread on his neck, and the boy's thin shoulders trembled uncontrollably. He bit his beautiful lips, almost subconsciously stiffening his whole body.

The boy's cheeks were dyed with red clouds until it spread to the full and white earlobes, and the whole person was about to become red. MuMian couldn't help watching his changes in surprise.

This is too shy, right?

So casual...

She feels a little guilty.

As soon as she thought about it, she heard the man speak, and Wang Ye's Qingrun voice went dull, and her voice was still cold and flat: "It's not that I don't like it."

MuMian raises eyebrows.

The snow-white boy continued to press his fingers against the opponent's shoulder, and said in a dumb voice.

"Since Mianmian is so impatient, even here, this king has no opinion."

"..." MuMian brows jumped.

Without waiting for the girl to speak, Jun Yushu pursed the corners of his lips. His slender fingers covered his belt. Suddenly, his face was embarrassed.

"However, Mianmian, I have difficulty in moving, why don't you... come and help me solve it?"

"..." MuMian reached out his hand: "Don't say it."

Jun Yushu bit his lip, puzzled.

"Why?"

MuMian tried to suppress her eager little heart, she coughed and took her hand away.

But the young breeze Jiyue still nestled in the corner. He grabbed the folds of his clothes, and his fingers were still covered by the belt, which was a little loose and hung on his waist.

MuMian took a deep breath and raised his eyes.

His Highness's neckline is still rigorous and flat, but the beautiful white collarbone is completely exposed.

Without waiting for a response, the young man seemed a little confused. He bit his lip lightly, and the bitten lips turned white around the thin, powdery lips.

MuMian stepped back a bit.

"Master, it's not so good."

Jun Yushu is unclear: "What's not good?" When the words fell, he was quiet for a while, then humbled and nodded.

"Indeed, it's not very convenient here...it doesn't matter, you will bear with me for a while and you will be in the house immediately."

"..."

?

It's over.

He started **** again.

MuMian was expressionless and did not answer.

The prince's fingers covered the blind book again, and he gently stroked the uneven pages, restoring his cool and rigorous appearance.

MuMian was relieved, and after a while, she glanced at the book in the hands of the prince.

"What is the prince reading?"

Jun Yushu's finger paused: "I didn't read it."

MuMian: "Huh?"

The prince put down the book slowly, he sighed, and he didn't read a word at all.

He spoke, his voice flat: "This king is just thinking...you are too enthusiastic for a while, what should I do."

"..."