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

When Mo returned, he held the boy's hand and spread the cream evenly.

The light milky aroma mixed with the sweetness of the cream can stimulate the appetite.

"Food cannot be wasted." Mo's voice was hoarse when he returned.

The teenager felt a little itchy and wanted to avoid it, but was pressed against the table.

Snacks fell to the ground, and cosmetics were knocked over from the table.

The glass bottle of skin care products cracked a gap, and the milky white moisturizing liquid inside dripped on the ground.

Bit by bit.

With a faint, skincare fragrance.

The cream cake also rolled on the floor, and the beautifully packaged cake instantly became dirty, but it was also edible, but it was not so beautiful.

......

The huge concert was full of people's heads, and the fans of Candle Youlin held silver signs, waving desperately in the venue, expressing their love for teenagers.

The spotlight on the stage suddenly came on, the lifting platform slowly rose, and the screams became louder.

The young man stood in the center of the stage, his beautiful amber eyes and exquisite face, like a seductive siren in the deep sea.

Pure and y.

The black shirt with openwork embroidery, the back is completely cutout, and the thin silver chains are embellished, only a few of them, but they are more delicate.

A large area of silver embroidered roses on the chest, threaded through the silk, faintly visible under the light of the skin under the yarn shirt.

The legs set off by the black suit pants are straight and slender, obviously wearing a serious book, but inexplicably making the population dry.

Under the light, the boy's skin is white to almost transparent.

Even the fingertips holding the microphone are pink.

"Candle Youlin!"

"Candle Youlin!"

"Candle Youlin!"

Fans feverishly held up the light sign in their hands, which could accommodate 100,000 people, and the sound was like a rolling wave, overwhelming the sky, chanting his name in unison.

The madness and heat under the eyes.

Let the teenager hold the microphone a little nervously, surrounded by cheers, deafening, everyone's eyes fell on him, the huge venue was like a roaring beast, completely devouring him.

My mind was dizzy, and my ears were buzzing.

In the vast sea of people, the black pressure was pressing, and he could not see his god lord.

Some.

zhangtong。

Before Mo Guishi went on stage, he comforted him over and over again, calling his name, telling him not to be nervous, he would always accompany him.

When I'm nervous, I think about him.

Let go of the hollow gods.

Recalling everything before, the tips of the boy's ears were dyed a faint pink.

He was carrying the ornaments that Lord Kami-sama had given him, and

at this moment he could feel the coldness of that item, which gradually became warm under his warmth.

The prelude to the music sounded, and the boy slowly hollowed out his mind.

The venue gradually quieted down, and everyone couldn't help but breathe lightly.

The young man slowly spoke, and his charming voice like a siren sounded.

Countless people closed their eyes.

They seem to see the bloom of roses, see the sunrise in the distance, the huge golden sun rising from the horizon, the ancient empire reincarnates, all things overlap, tragic and magnificent.

With low and obscure pronunciations, tragic music, they seemed to see the decline of a huge empire, and the heavy history was breathtaking.

For a long time, people can't come out.

Each singer has a unique style and voice.

And the teenager, he has a talent that countless singers are jealous of.