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

Countless well-known artists forwarded it to create momentum for his publicity, and some people were curious about Candle Youlin's identity background, how he could do so many people to pave the way for him.

The resources of Aurora Entertainment Company are tilted towards the teenager, regardless of the cost, just to be able to push him to the top.

On the day of the concert.

Candle Youlin sat in the background, grabbing the little candle dragon caught in the doll machine, and the makeup artist had no idea what to do on his face, because his appearance was too beautiful, no matter how superb the technique was, it was just a snake.

The makeup artist just gave him some decorative shine and a little retouching of his eyes.

Do the hairstyle again.

Small snacks were placed on the table.

It was prepared for him by the agent.

Mo Guishi entered the dressing room, and everyone else went out with their eyes, leaving the space for the two of them.

"Hungry?"

From morning to now, the boy has not eaten much, and Mo Guishi holds the person on his lap, opens a box of delicately packed cream cakes, and feeds him.

Ticket checks have begun at the venue outside, 100,000 tickets are sold out, and security guards are maintaining order and handing out small gifts from the teenager.

The small cake is just a few bites.

Mo returned to the table and turned the boy in one direction to sit on top of him.

I had just eaten a small cake, and there was a faint sweet taste in the air.

"It's sweet." Mo Guishi bit the corner of his mouth, the sweet taste with the sweetness of cream, and the silver eyes with wild hope.

"Have you eaten enough?" Mo Guishi asked.

The boy picked up the big hand, put it on his flat abdomen, and blinked his eyes, which meant it was self-evident.

"But I haven't eaten enough." Mo returned and hugged the person into his arms, and his voice was hoarse.

The performance uniform that the little guy is wearing today is a shirt made of openwork, with thin silver chains hanging from it, and the back is hollowed out throughout.

On the chest is a thin layer of fine gauze embroidered with large silver rose patterns, which is even more attractive to the eye in the light.

Revealing fair and smooth skin.

There is no inner lining inside.

At the end of the eyes, there are only a few strokes by the makeup artist, and the outline is just right.

Pure and y.

Not against the peace.

On the contrary, it can arouse people's desire to protect.

A hand ran down the hollow of his back and stroked the thin silver chain, which ran from the back to the front, and the chest was covered by a large patch of roses intertwined with silver silk threads, so as not to be too bare.

From the side, you can still see faintly.

Mo Guishi pulled the thin silver chain, the smile under his eyes made people narrow, and the young man buried his face in the man's neck and hummed.

"Afraid of being seen by others?"

Mo Guishi pinched the little guy's chin and forced him to look directly at himself, those beautiful amber eyes with grievances, he didn't want to wear this dress, it was a little cold.

This was designed by the god-sama himself, saying that his first concert was of great significance, and it was more reassuring to have him personally design it.

The tips of the boy's ears were pink, and he wanted to pin his face. But he was held by his chin and could not move.

And a certain big-tailed wolf did not feel guilty at all, but was more happy, and every part of the boy was his, which made him addicted.

"No one will see it, there will be a pattern on the front of the clothes, they can't see it." The corners of Mo's lips were slightly hooked, playing with the thin silver chain used for decoration behind the boy's clothes.

The boy's body trembled slightly.

A kitten-like wuye sound came out of his throat.

A bite at the mouth of the tiger, sharp little teeth did not bite his hand, wanted to use force, but a little reluctant, like a little milk cat who was bullied and wanted to fight back.

Milk is fierce and fierce, and there is no deterrent.