The Boss is Very Busy

Hearing this, the boy's eyes didn't fluctuate at all, he nodded slowly again, and hummed in a low voice.

Kapok thought of something inexplicably, she paused, and asked tentatively.

"Why do you suddenly want me to write you a love letter?"

Regarding this, Mu Yan only replied calmly.

"I want to see."

Kapok raised an eyebrow.

The young man closed his eyes quietly, and saw the girl's slender and tender hands hanging by his side, he blinked his eyes, covering them with beautiful long eyelashes like butterfly wings, casting a beautiful silhouette under his eyes.

He pursed his lips.

"If you want to read it too, I'll write it for you too."

After Mu Yan finished speaking, the girl didn't answer.

There was no response, the boy raised his long eyelashes to look at her again, the girl stood quietly, touched his eyes, and looked at each other quietly in the air for a few seconds.

She suddenly smiled.

Mu Yan was startled.

Mu Mian pursed her lips, but there was no smile in her eyes, she tilted her head: "Little brother, did you see something?"

The boy's fingertips froze, and his heart became inexplicably flustered. He pretended not to know: "What?"

He pretended that he didn't know anything, and Kapok was not angry, but raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What did you say?" She said calmly, and stretched out her hand to him casually: "My mobile phone."

"..."

Mu Yan was still struggling on the verge of death, he moved his eyes away, still pretending to be ignorant, and muttered in a low voice without confidence.

"Didn't you lose your phone?"

Mu Mian clicked his tongue and frowned, already looking ready to get angry, she said coldly.

"If you don't give it to me again, I'll just leave, and you will never see me again in the future."

"No." The young man panicked and refused almost without hesitation. He bit his slender lips, looking frustrated and aggrieved.

When he walked into the bedroom, Kapok was about to follow in, but Mu Yan stopped in his tracks, looked over with a pair of beautiful eyes, and asked cautiously.

"Can you not come in first?"

Kapok first smiled, looked at the man's expectant eyes, and ruthlessly refused: "No."

"..."

Mu Mian watched as the boy found the key and opened the heavy lock. He reached out to open the cabinet and found a cell phone with a familiar shape.

Kapok couldn't help laughing angrily.

"Is that what you did?"

The mobile phone was taken by her, and the young man stood quietly on the spot, watching her turn on the phone, his delicate and deep brows could not help frowning slightly, his eyes were slightly cold, but he couldn't help biting his beautiful lips quietly.

Mu Mian turned on the phone, flipped through the memo, confession records one by one, when Mu Yan's eyes touched the content, his body froze again, his mind went blank, and he snatched the phone almost uncontrollably.

He stared at the girl in front of him with staring eyes, his hoarse voice was cold and low.

"You like him that much?"

Looking at him, Mu Mian knew that he had misunderstood. She raised her eyebrows and explained.

"It's not that I like him, it's just that I admire him."

Mu Yan clenched the phone tightly with his fingertips, and when he heard the explanation, he curled his lips coldly.

"Just worship? You wrote so many confessions."

Kapok is helpless, and has a premonition that she will die if she doesn't tell the truth.

So the girl said.

"Do you know who I am writing to?"

Mentioning this, Mu Yan's heart was full of anger, burning hot and painful, he snorted coldly, pursed his lips, and smiled slightly, a little ironically.

"How do I know who you are writing to?"