The Boss is Very Busy

After watching MuMian, my brows jumped.

Do the little kids these days just go to the house without fighting?

She endured her anger and struck a long paragraph of retort. Before sending it out, she thought that she was an adult and the other party was just a child. He had no brains and had to have it.

She deleted another word by word, and only one word was sent at the end; [Go away]

After MuMian was posted, she quit, and found that An Yin had returned the message, so she clicked in.

[An Yin: Don’t you like him? 】

MuMian was even more daunting, and she replied while walking in the direction of the school gate.

[Who do you like? 】

She waited for a while, but the other party didn't reply.

MuMian can't help but wonder, is she getting old?

Otherwise, in the hearts of these children, why can't she figure it out at all?

An Yin replied: [Don't move first. 】

Immediately after.

【I'm coming. 】

MuMian stopped subconsciously and looked to the left side, but he was not found after looking for him. When he was about to look back, the right shoulder was suddenly lightly poked.

The girl looked over.

The night is thick and only the campus is illuminated by lights. The immature youth wears a white shirt and looks at her with his eyelashes down. He stretches out his white fingers, pokes it lightly, and then he winks. Lash, said slowly: "It's here."

"..."

MuMian was slightly stunned and did not react.

The beautiful face of the other party's milky white color was serious and quiet, as if wondering that the other party had not spoken, he blinked and curled his eyelashes, and pressed his peach-colored lips slightly: "What's wrong with me?"

MuMian regained consciousness and shook his head quickly when he heard this.

She bit her lip: "It's okay."

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart. She was a little younger when she was young, but she was so pretty and cute. Is it necessary to lead her to commit a crime?

An Yin lowered her eyes, and her snow-white fingertips unconsciously grasped the corners of her clothes: "It's so late, haven't you gone back?"

MuMian nodded: "I forgot to bring my phone, come back and look for it."

"..." The delicate and immature teenager paused, his eyelashes trembled lightly, he made a low hmm, and walked to the front of MuMian with his pretty little face, when he saw MuMian Follow along.

The night is dim, and the evening breeze is shining lightly, MuMian looks at the skirt of the other party's gently blown clothes, white and flawless.

For a long time, I seemed to hear him say: "That's it."

MuMian remembered the information, she quickened her pace, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the teenager.

The other party noticed, turned his eyes slightly, the pitch-black pupils lightly glanced at her, and then moved away.

MuMian bit his lower lip: "What do you mean today?"

Hearing this, the young boy's white and tender face was solemn, and the corners of his lips were pressed into a straight line. He leaned his cheek and looked away calmly, then lowered his eyelashes without saying a word.

He didn't speak, MuMian didn't know what to say, so he had to remain silent and the atmosphere fell silent.

After a long silence, MuMian heard the answer, and the other party's tone sounded a little cold.

"Don't you like wood tired?"

"..." MuMian brows fiercely: "Who do I like?"

An Yin stopped, and he leaned over slightly. Although his white and tender face was expressionless, his eyes were filled with inexplicable emotions. He stared at her for a few seconds before moving away.

The young man murmured, almost inaudible, saying: "Wood tired."

"..."

MuMian got goose bumps, she scratched her face: "Little classmate, don't talk about it."

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It made me want to write about Mianmian and tiredness.