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

The boy tried to recall his memory, not noticing that the man's eyes were getting darker, he just wanted the god-sama to be happier.

Went down on the man's shoulder.

......

The narrow single bed can't squeeze two people, and Mo can only hug the front of his arms tightly to prevent him from falling.

The boy slept sweetly in his arms, his slender and thick eyelashes moved slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings, and there were undried tear marks at the end of his eyes.

Mo Guishi wiped the little wetness with his fingertips, but the corners of his mouth hooked up uncontrollably, and his silver eyes were like flowing milky ways in the moonlight, and only the boy in his arms could be seen under his eyes.

If you've been so well-behaved, it's not bad.

The sky is slightly bright.

The teenager turned his face sideways, shrunk in Mo Gui's arms, avoiding the harsh sunlight, lying on the bed unwilling to get up, knocking on the door, it was the staff of the program group who told them to get up.

The plan of the day is in the morning.

This is a good time for fishing and casting nets.

The little milk cat lay on top of the teenager's head, and did not seem to wake up, lying on the pillow on all fours, revealing its soft belly, and slept again.

The boy knelt on the bed, his face buried in the quilt, arching and arching, as if he was sobering himself up, and the wide T-shirt could not cover any scenery.

Mo returned with some amusement and pressed the little guy who was struggling to get up under the covers, and his voice was imperceptible and gentle: "If you don't want to get up, don't get up, sleep for a while."

"Don't."

The little one buried in the pillow hummed.

The voice is a little muffled.

Mo returned and lifted the person from the pillow, and the white and tender little face was pressed out of red marks, and it was obvious that he had not woken up yet.

Whispering something.

Mo returned closer to hear clearly.

"Make money to raise Brother Shi."

The little one remembers this half-dream.

Mo Guishi supported the little one's chin with his palm, preventing him from falling crooked on the bed, picked the person up directly, and put his clothes on for him.

The teenager was light, at least he picked it up effortlessly.

Candle Youlin was still struggling with his consciousness, so he was carried into the bathroom by the man, like holding a child, and let him sit on his small arm.

Mo Guishi stretched out his hand, pinched the tip of the boy's nose with two fingers, and pressed his chin by the way, preventing him from opening his mouth to breathe.

In a few seconds.

The person in his arms opened his eyes, his misty eyes were filled with grievances, and he wanted to bite him, and his sharp little teeth touched his hand, and he was reluctant to bite down.

"Since you say you want to make money to support me, you have to do what you say."

When Mo returned, he filled the water cup with water, squeezed out the toothpaste, handed it to the little one, held him to wash in the sink, the ground was cold, he didn't want the little one to step on the cold floor, which was not good for his health.

A more straightforward reason.

He wanted to hold.

Mo returned to put the teenager on the bed and put on his shoes and socks casually, he liked to take care of himself, and it was best to let the teenager never leave him.

The little milk cat also seemed to wake up, twisting its fat body, rubbing into the boy's hand, meowing and meowing, it was hungry.

When Mo returned, he was finally willing to let the boy come down and walk.

The boy's skin is very tender, but the recovery ability is very strong, even the traces he left behind can disappear the next day.

Although he was not satisfied with leaving nothing, this trait made it more convenient for him.

The corners of Mo's lips were slightly hooked, and his eyes were darker.

No matter how much you mess around, don't worry about the little one being too tired.

This is really, gratifyingly.