The Boss is Very Busy

The corner of the boy's lips twitched, he rubbed the girl's soft little hand, tilted his head, his slightly naive voice, and the ending sound: "It's not too young anymore, Sister, sure you won't take a look?"

"..." MuMian almost went back without a breath.

Sure enough, the correct statement about the little milk dog should be; milk is real milk, and dogs are real dogs.

The conversation between the two was interrupted.

The movement in the bathroom finally stopped, An Yin looked at her for a while, then stared at her for a few seconds, then sat up straight, did not mess up, and looked serious and serious.

Mu Juan changed into new clothes. He was holding a towel in his hand and dripping water from the tips of his hair. He glanced at the sofa. The two of them sat quietly and watched TV, not too far apart. Mu Tired and calmly retracted his gaze.

After another meeting, the sky gradually darkened. Before An Yin left, MuMian found the car key and prepared to send him back. Before going out the door, he was caught by Mu Tien.

MuMian looked at the people behind him suspiciously, watching him hold her expressionlessly, and couldn't help but said in an angry tone: "What's wrong?"

Mu Juan glanced at An Yin and then at MuMian: "How old is he, are you a three-year-old kid?"

MuMian slapped his hand: "It's polite, don't talk if you don't know how to do it, just go to my room and do my homework."

"..."

MuMian turned her head, her eyes were on the teenager's dark pupils, her eyes were not emotional, she paused slightly, smiled at An Yin in embarrassment, and said politely: "Sorry, I made you laugh. ."

The other party's polite tone made the boy pursed his thin lips tightly. He didn't say anything, and his thin, cold eyes watched the interaction between the two people quietly.

Mu Juan looked at them, and before returning to the room, he squinted his eyes, his tone was lazy, and he said, "Laughing so happy at others again."

He snorted and said sarcastically, "Those who don't know think he is your brother."

"..."

If someone else is there, MuMian would probably be able to refute it confidently, but this is An Yin here, and she always has to take into account the image of her big sister.

She gritted her teeth, pushed An Yin out, and closed the door.

Cut off a wall, MuMian raised its head and said to him: "Let's go, sister will send you back."

An Yin followed behind her and walked out of the apartment building.

The evening breeze was a bit cool, MuMian only wore a thin layer of single clothes. When she came out, she shuddered subconsciously. She stretched out her hand and hooked her long hair to her ears.

An Yin's gaze paused slightly, watching the other's movements, he pursed his lips and slowly took off his coat. The young man reached out his hand and gently grasped the girl's wrist, turning her around, and he put his coat silently. Put it on her.

The young man's delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the porcelain white face was reflected in the moonlight, and he looked cold and precise inexplicably, "Raise your hand."

MuMian was taken aback, cleverly raised his hand, his arm got into the sleeve, and the boy's coat looked slightly wider behind her.

An Yin helped her to pull the zipper. She was wearing a mask on her face, her black hair was pressed by her hat, and she was wearing a coat. She was covered tightly.

MuMian looked at him, without his jacket, only a layer of white short sleeves remained inside him.

She blinked: "Don't you feel cold?"

An Yin's white fingertips paused, and his thick and long low eyelashes dropped, and his low voice sounded, "Cold."

MuMian opened his mouth, just about to say, hurry up and get in the car, and said to the convenient and pleasant voice: "Sister give me a hug, I won't be cold."