The Boss is Very Busy

The other party's tone was tough, but the voice was low, and with some grandma's, it had no deterrent effect at all.

But Mu Mian raised her eyes, and stopped teasing her, and just let it go.

"Okay, I see, I was wrong."

The other party just flipped through the story lightly, but An Yin was stunned. He pursed his lips and looked up at the other party's expression. He was very calm, as if he didn't take what happened just now to his heart.

The secret little thoughts just hang around like this, not up or down, extremely depressed.

"Forget it." The boy raised his beautiful narrow eyes, and said in a depressed voice, "I'm going back."

Mu Mian paused, she nodded subconsciously, and didn't say anything: "Okay."

She looked at the time: "It seems that get out of class is about to end, you should go back to rest early, isn't tomorrow a holiday?"

An Yin's face was expressionless, and the pretty little face that looked a little immature looked serious: "Yeah."

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An Yin returned to the dormitory, and get out of class was over by this time.

Mu Juan and An Yin are in the same dormitory, he opened the door and went in, and saw Mu Juan lying lazily on the bed, staring at the phone all the time, when he heard the sound, he raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Mu Juan lay on his back on the bed, his expression was a bit blurred, but his tone was casual: "Brother, you actually skipped class."

After he finished speaking, he clicked his tongue again: "Awesome."

"..."

An Yin didn't want to pay attention to him, and walked quietly to the table, but seemed to think of something again, and stopped his movements. Under the cold white light of the dormitory, the slender young man had a pair of dark pupils with a dark color. .

He actually said in response: "Yeah."

As if he didn't expect to get a response, Mu Juan stared at him again, his expression was unclear, and he raised his eyebrows.

"The next time you skip class, remember to call me... I don't know what old man Li thinks. If you skip class, he can tell you that you are not feeling well and need to rest."

He snorted coldly: "Why didn't he say that your brain is uncomfortable and you need to see a psychiatrist?"

"..."

An Yin ignored him again.

The boy was sitting on the seat, his long eyelashes were lowered, his skin was milky white.

Thinking of the scene before leaving, the girl turned her head and smiled at her, and waved her hand politely to say goodbye. An Yin's curly and thick eyelashes trembled, and he stretched out his fair fingers and opened the drawer.

He glanced over, and there was a pink packing box lying quietly on the table.

The boy reached out and took it out. The package of the yogurt box was beautiful and tender, which was extremely inconsistent with the image of a rigorous and cold boy, but he pursed his crimson lips, and with his milky white cheeks expressionless, he stared quietly at the box in his hand. But inexplicably did not feel disobedient.

An Yin quietly put the yogurt box in her hand on the table, and opened the WeChat chat page.

【gone back already? 】

He sent it, only to realize later that the two of them didn't seem to have any relationship, and it seemed a bit abrupt to send such commonplace words.

Before he could withdraw, the other party had already replied; [Well, I just arrived. 】

An Yin's gaze paused, and his thin lips were pulled inexplicably. He put down his phone, and the chat page of the two people was still displayed on the screen. He glanced at the other party's information, and then looked at the pink yogurt box.

I watched it for a while.

Until the end, he suddenly raised his small pale hand and touched the warm earlobe.

Although I don't quite understand it yet, as long as I think of that person, my heart keeps beating very fast.

Finally, An Yin had to admit.

A month before he was about to reach adulthood, he met such a person, which made him feel excited for the first time in seventeen years.