The little milk dragon is pampered and teased by the crazy boss

Candle Youlin was poured glass after glass of wine, and those malicious eyes looked at him wantonly, as if the whole person had been stripped naked, extremely uncomfortable.

The greasy and disgusting gaze lingered on his thighs, and in order to please the gold owners, the agent forcibly put a black decorative neck ring on him.

Others put down the cup in their hands with a look of their eyes, and the waiter picked up the drunk boy and said to take him down to rest, everyone knew what would happen, and some team members couldn't bear it, but they didn't have the ability to change anything.

In the big dye vat, there is not enough background and strength.

Beauty is a sin.

The room card in the waiter's pocket was swapped, and the number on it was reversed, and the person who was supposed to go to room 306 was sent to room 309.

Meanwhile.

Inside the private room on the other side.

A man with a blue nose and swollen face that was beaten desperately kowtows and begged for mercy, but was dragged down by a black-clothed bodyguard.

"Mr. Mo, I have expressed enough sincerity to hope that we can cooperate happily." The man had a fake smile on his face, just waiting for the person opposite to nod, and the business was done.

The corners of Mo Gui's lips were slightly hooked, and he extinguished the cigarette on his fingertips in the ashtray: "Zhang is always a smart person, and I like to deal with smart people."

"Nice to work with."

"I prepared a small gift for President Mo, I hope you can like it." Mr. Zhang's eyes were meaningful, but he didn't explain what it was, just let him know when he came to the room.

Although Mo returned with a smile, the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and his voice was a little cold: "Oh? Then I'm looking forward to it. "

......

Room 309.

Candle Youlin was lying on the soft big bed, groggily trying to sleep, but she bit her fingertips again, forcing herself to stay a little awake.

The system said that the gold lord is a god-sama, so he doesn't have to worry.

The key card is affixed to the door lock and makes a sound.

The boy's eyes lit up, and he got up from the soft big bed and threw himself into a slightly cold tobacco-smelling embrace.

As soon as Mo Guishi opened the door, there was an extra softness in his arms, rubbing his neck with a soft face, and his whole body exuded liking.

"God-sama."

The young man's voice was joyful, soft, like the tip of a feather caressing the bottom of the heart, making people's hearts itch.

He had seen all kinds of men and women who wanted to climb into bed, and he tried all his best just to get his favor.

The smooth and delicate touch in the palm of the palm makes people lose their concentration for a moment.

But it's not annoying.

The teenager looked up.

He was the only one who revealed those clean and clear amber eyes, with joy, full of heart.

The delicate and perfect face, because of the drunkenness, the tail of the eyes is red, and the eyes are as wet as a little milk cat, which makes people's hearts soften.

The wide shirt only partially covers and is loose.

Reveals long white legs.

Because of the reason for throwing himself into his arms, he was brought up some.

Perhaps to please him, the boy wore a delicate and gorgeous black jing ornament around his neck, and the inside of his shirt was vacuum.

Mo Gui was not a heavy person, but because of the proximity of the teenager, he became a little different.

"Mr. Zhang's gift took a lot of thought."

The man's voice was low and sexy, falling into the ears crispy and numb, making half of the body unconsciously soften.

His chin was raised, and Yan Youlin met those indifferent silver eyes, with teaser in those eyes, and emotions that he couldn't understand.