The Boss is Very Busy

MuMian pulled her hand away, she leaned back against the big tree, her expression was dull, and she was silent for a while, "You..."

She was interrupted by the teenager as soon as she made a sound. He blushed and his expression was a little awkward, "I am not a pervert, and I am... compelled."

At the end, his voice became lower and lower. MuMian felt that he had misunderstood something, she coughed: "...I didn't treat you as a pervert."

The young man raised his long eyelashes, and his shattered bright eyes looked over, and the light reflected dazzling beauty.

He has been good-looking since he was a child. The older he grows, the more delicate his eyebrows become. His long blond hair grows long, and he is almost so beautiful that he can't distinguish his gender.

Ai Wei's father is a drunkard, but he does not have a lot of money to maintain his daily life of alcohol and meat. He puts his attention on his son.

Forcing him to dress up as a girl, Ai Wei is indeed beautiful. Even if he wears his mother's torn dress, she still looks like a royal princess. His long golden hair makes him pure and dazzling like a little angel.

His father wanted Ai Wei to seduce the high officials, but before he succeeded, the young boy was taken away by (MuMian).

But these, there is no need to let her know. Ai Wei lowered his eyes: "...Are you really not injured?"

The subject suddenly changed, MuMian couldn't help but stopped, and nodded.

She looked back and saw that they were in the forest, the environment around them was dark, and the bright flames burning in the distance were particularly conspicuous.

It seems that the king's castle has been burned.

MuMian stood up and reached out to Ai Wei. She lowered her eyes: "Go, go back first."

The boy raised his slender eyelashes, and the shadows falling under his eyes wanted to make the beautiful little fan, the sky blue eyes pure and clear, like the best color in the world.

He slowly raised his small green hand and placed it on the opponent's finger silently, with a delicate and warm touch, exactly the same as the moment when he first saw it.

When MuMian and Ai Wei returned to the castle, there was a complete mess.

The old minister hurried over when he saw MuMian and bowed respectfully and saluted: "His Royal Highness, the king and queen have been captured, what do you do?"

MuMian held the little princess's little hand, it felt so good, she couldn't help squeezing, she narrowed her eyes.

"Close it first."

The minister nodded: "Yes."

The castle was also burned, and the maid and the servants ran away, almost all of them disappeared, and no one was thinking about going to the king and queen.

My life is not enough.

MuMian took Ai Wei into the carriage and rushed back to the castle overnight.

Thinking that Ai Wei should be frightened today, MuMian just wanted to raise his hand and rub his head to comfort him.

But remembering what Ai Wei said in the forest, the raised hand withdrew silently.

The young boy's blue eyes looked at her retracted hand unclearly, with a cold face, he blinked his eyelashes, and reached out to grab her hand that was about to retrieve.

Pull it on his head.

The furry head feels as comfortable as ever, and MuMian subconsciously scratched it, and was a little stunned to see the face's expressionless white cheeks.

"You didn't mean to let me touch it."

"……the last time."

The young man suddenly narrowed his blue eyes.

MuMian looked at him and nodded with a smile.

"Okay, one last time."

Although the little boy is very cute, she just rubbed it twice and MuMian took her hand back.

She looked at Ai Weiwen and said, "I am tired after a day of running around. Go back and rest."