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

"You can bite hard, it doesn't hurt." The skin was rough and thick when he returned, and even if the little guy bit his hand, he would only feel itchy in his heart.

"Hmph."

The boy didn't look over, his little ears were red, and he ignored him.

But it didn't stop his bad behavior.

"I'll be on stage in a while, don't be too nervous, I will always accompany you offstage." Mo returned to the time and was not in a hurry, annoying the little one, and coaxing himself.

"Remember those lyrics, it doesn't matter if you forget, someone will give you a hint in the headset."

Mo Guishi is very patient and is the best at distracting the little one.

It is also thanks to the little one's trust in him and the reluctance to be angry with him.

"But they're so enthusiastic." The boy leaned on his chest, and his voice was soft, like a very clingy little milk cat.

"I will always be with you, no matter what way, no matter where, I will always be where you can see."

Mo Guishi patted the boy's back, but did not loosen the thin chain for decoration.

He has always been cold-hearted and emotional, and no person or thing can attract his attention and make him have any emotional ups and downs.

It wasn't until he met the boy that his heart, which was as stagnant as ancient and waveless, finally rippled.

From the first meeting, he was destined to fall deeply into it, and could no longer maintain his calm and sanity.

He just wanted to treasure the teenager.

Don't let anyone see, peep.

"Didn't Brother Shi say that the concert doesn't need to wear a tail?" The boy looked at the silver bullet in front of him and said angrily.

Swindler.

"It's not a tail." Mo Guishi pinched the little guy's soft and tender face with his fingertips, and his silver eyes seemed to have a fine light under the light, inexplicably attracting the attention of the teenager.

"With it, I can always accompany you."

"Hold it when you're nervous."

"I will always be by your side and protect you." Mo Guishi's voice was hoarse and sincere, and the gentleness under his eyes made people can't help but fall.

The boy held the silver ornament, and if he didn't carry it, Lord God would be sad and sad.

From the very beginning, Lord Kamei has done his best for him, from songs and MVs to concert venue selection, costume design, and stage.

I'm afraid something went wrong.

He can't make Lord Kaimei sad.

"Brother Shi wants it, I'll take it with me." The boy finally agreed, and he could never refuse his god-sama.

Even if one day, Lord God wants to kill him, it must be that he has done something wrong, and he willingly sacrifices his life for his god.

On the table was full of small snacks, which the agent Xiao Chen bought for him, for fear that this little ancestor was hungry, one did not coax well, and his rice bowl was not full.

"Brother Shi is hungry, do you want to eat some small cakes?" The teenager clearly remembered his words.

Pick up a beautifully packaged small cake, say it is a small cake, that is, a small box made of cream, sweet and delicious, sweet but not greasy.

This cream cake is expensive and small in two bites.

The broker is usually reluctant to buy, but President Mo reimbursed, so he bought some.

"You feed me."

The Adam's apple rolled when the ink returned, and his silver eyes stared at the teenager, not like eating a cream cake, more like he had a plan for the teenager.

The young man opened the box, used the small spoon he had brought, dug a large piece, and was about to feed it to Mo Guishi's mouth.

"That's not how cream cakes are eaten." Mo's voice was hoarse when he returned.