The Boss is Very Busy

The young and handsome His Royal Highness was dressed in a western suit, with a beautiful brooch on his chest, a girdle around his waist, a pair of slender long legs under his shirt, and a white shirt at the neckline.

The maid opened her eyes wide and looked at the slender Royal Highness with a stunning face.

Then the young man in his eyes turned back and suddenly stretched out his hand inside. A white and tender little hand was placed on his hand. First, layers of girlish skirts appeared, with beautiful and complicated skirt patterns.

She got out of the carriage, but did not remove her small hand, clasped her hands together and clasped it tightly.

The girl's golden silky hair was draped behind her, and her long slightly curly hair was placed on her back. The princess dress was fluffy, making the girl cute and cute.

But her delicate face is serious, her azure blue eyes are distinct in color, but Ming Che is slightly cool.

His Royal Highness Saint Lex looked sideways at her, showing a gentle smile, and the two of them were still holding hands.

MuMian said: "Let's go."

The doll-like little girl suddenly looked at the teenager on the side, pursed her lips slightly, stared at each other, her white tender face nodded solemnly and calmly, and then her beautiful blue eyes suddenly paused.

The expression seemed to be thinking, a few seconds later, the girl blinked a few long eyelashes, pulled a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, and nodded obediently again.

The maids looked sluggish.

The handsome and elegant prince had a gentle expression. The little princess stood beside him, her little hand obediently held by someone. She glanced at the person who was holding each other gently, and her blushing lips were gently pressed.

Ai Wei was led by MuMian to the castle, and a row of maids followed them with respect.

A guard came over from the castle. He stood in front of MuMian and saluted, "His Royal Highness, the king summoned."

MuMian glanced at him and set her gaze on Ai Wei's body. She had a slight smile in her eyes, and said gently: "Will you go to the room and wait for me first?"

The girl looked at her and nodded. She looked at the hands held by the two people, slowly loosened her head, raised her head, and slightly curved the corners of the handsome lips at the teenager: "Okay."

MuMian glanced at the old minister behind him, and said: "You go with Miss Ai Wei."

The old minister is the confidant of the original owner, and here MuMian can only trust the whole person.

Old Minister: "..."

He stared at the two people with presbyopia. He thought how his Highness would value him when he came here, but he didn't expect to let him come... just to take care of Miss Ai Wei?

But the master had to listen, and the old minister respectfully bowed his head and agreed.

After Ai Wei left with several maids, MuMian smiled, lips straightened, and the emotions in his eyes were slightly cool, completely devoid of the gentleness of Ai Weishi.

She left with the guards and soon arrived at the palace.

MuMian met the original owner's father.

The king was over fifty years old, his appearance was not as handsome as he was when he was young, he was wrinkled with ups and downs, and his figure was blessed.

He sat on the throne with an arrogant posture. When he saw his son come in, he only glanced at him faintly.

MuMian stood under the high platform, looking at the king with the same indifferent expression, and the boy's voice was low and cold: "Father."

The king put his gaze on him and frowned fiercely. He squinted his eyes, and his aura became a little more oppressive: "What? You don't know how to bow when you see me now?"

MuMian was unmoved, she calmly raised her eyes to look at the king, her tone of voice couldn't be agitated.

"What's the matter with my father summoning me?"