The Boss is Very Busy

Perhaps he is younger, the boy's cheeks are like a beautiful picture scroll with a bit of childish greenness, under the beautiful eyelashes like butterfly wings, a pair of pupils are dark and bright, and the long curly eyelashes gently cover the eyes.

Obviously he looks very milky, but with a serious expression on his face, it still looks very cute.

An Yin glanced at the girl with a dull expression in front of him. He hadn't heard the other side for a long time, and he frowned slightly without a trace.

He spoke politely, milky voice without emotion: "May I ask you something?"

"..."

Guai sister felt a sword in her heart.

God, what kind of cute little angel is this?

The villain in MuMian screams with arms akimbo, this plane is well-behaved and tender, and he is still a minor high school student.

How does this make her come? !

Ok? ?

She slowly suppressed the guilt that was constantly pouring in her heart, coughed, and tried to make herself look less weird.

"Classmate, do you know how to get to Cotton Path?"

The young classmate's long eyelashes are hanging down slightly, the clear skin reflects the weak morning light, and the long eyelashes cast a beautiful and beautiful silhouette under the eyes.

A few seconds later, the young man gently lifted his beautiful slender fingers. The skin of his phalanxes was white and tender. He pointed to the left side, his complexion was so calm that he still couldn't make waves.

"Go in that direction, turn right about 500 meters and you will be there."

MuMian pretended to look in the direction he pointed, and then nodded clearly.

"That's it, thank you classmate."

An Yin answered politely, holding strawberry yogurt in his fingers, and about to turn around and leave.

The person beside him said again, his voice soft.

"Little classmate, which school do you come from? You are such a good person, do you want my sister to go to school and give you a pennant?"

"..."

An Yin stunned slightly, his eyes were lightly sideways, and his eyes touched the smiling girl. The snow-white and delicate boy pursed his lips. He staggered his eyes and took a silent step back.

"Thank you, but no need."

MuMian watched his backing motion slightly blankly, blinked and asked.

"I didn't leave a name after doing a good thing. Are the little classmates now so helpful?"

"..."

The other party didn't seem to want to waste time with her anymore.

The young boy's beautiful childish face was expressionless, his shirt was white and flawless, with almost no folds, neat and precise, so that he was serious and serious at a young age.

"Sorry, I will be late for class."

He has a cool tone, still polite.

The voice is still immature, and the tender milky sound has no deterrent effect at all.

MuMian nodded quickly, his face was not visible, and he waved his hands as if he was fate.

"Okay, young students must remember to study hard."

Seeing the little boy rushing to school with his schoolbag on his back, MuMian was expressionless.

I can't help thinking, maybe I have left a strange sister image in the hearts of others now.

She stood at the bottom of her heart and thought about life before returning home.

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An Yin stepped on the dot to enter the classroom, his little white face tense.

Not late.

The long young boy entered the class, and suddenly a lot of eyes came over.

He walked to his place silently, put down his schoolbag, and first took out the textbook.

The people next to the teenager glanced at him, and in the morning in the classroom, which was noisy by the sound of various readings, came the tired voice of the same desk.

"You are awesome today, you came later than me."