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

As for the software for live broadcasting, it is being developed urgently.

A social software that belongs only to them, used to share the dynamics and life of weekdays, without any messy trolls or black fans.

Accounts need real-name authentication, which wipes out a large number of fake fans and prevents someone from taking advantage of the chaos to fan the flames and splash dirty water everywhere.

A nest that belongs to them alone.

You can suck cubs safely and safely.

The live broadcast of the concert flowed out, and countless netizens forwarded it, listening to it mesmerized, music can have emotions.

And the voice of a teenager can resonate emotionally.

The newly-debuting artist's attention has been rising, and the concert has brought him a large number of fans.

Mo returned to take Candle Youlin away by helicopter, and did not take the spare passage at all, and those fans who were looking forward to getting close to their cubs returned disappointed.

The huge hum of the propeller was deafening, and the boy shrunk in Mo Guishi's arms, lost his strength, and was tossed for too long before taking the stage.

"I don't want to take it with me." The teenager's voice was a little inaudible on the helicopter, and the two were extremely close together to barely hear it.

Mo returned in a good mood, and the palm was soft and smooth to the touch, as if he hadn't heard the little guy's protest.

He likes to listen to the little guy's soft voice with a little anxious grievance, holding his waist, his beautiful eyes are mist, and his heart is itching like a kitten scratching.

Mo returned and hugged the boy, just after the performance, the performance clothes on the boy had not been changed, and it was tightly covered by the man with his coat.

Candle Youlin hugged Mo Guishi's neck tightly, and the tips of her ears climbed pink.

"Get down and walk by yourself." Mo put the boy down when he returned, and he deliberately did not let the boy take off the ornaments.

The boy's legs had lost strength, and his body couldn't help but tremble with every step, gasping softly, and fine beads of sweat seeped out along the tip of his nose.

"Lin has to walk back to the bedroom on her own, I'm very tired today, so I can't carry you back." Mo Guishi's voice was a little hoarse, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

Obviously he can easily pick up the little one, without effort, but he wants the little one to walk by himself, take advantage of the little guy's trust in himself, and bully him with bad intentions.

The young man was convinced of Mo Guishi's words, and blamed himself for letting the god-sama hold him before.

Let the man lead him, step by step from the tarmac to the staircase.

At a distance of just over ten meters, the teenager was panting as if he had just finished a marathon.

But he still obediently grabbed Mo Guishi, biting the soft and tender lower chun, he couldn't cause trouble to Lord Shenming, and he had to walk back to the bedroom by himself.

There is a flight of stairs down from the tarmac to the elevator, and although Mo Gui did not look at the little one on the surface, he kept paying attention with afterlight.

Only a few steps down the stairs, the boy's legs went soft, and his whole body fell straight towards the stairs, when he thought he was going to have close contact with the cold and hard ground.

A strong arm wrapped around his waist and picked him up easily.

Mo returned to hold the thin boy and steadily descended the steps, effortlessly, until he got off the elevator, and he kept holding it.

"Leaked." The young man hugged Mo Guishi's neck tightly, his voice was a little aggrieved, and a faint milk fragrance came to his nose, with a little sweetness.

"Yes?" Mo's silver eyes darkened when he returned, his Adam's apple rolled, and the boy's words could make his reason falter.

He could only forcibly restrain his ambitions.