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

That photo was only used by Mo Gui to appease fans, and the tour was postponed, and the little one stayed by his side these days.

This emotion is very contradictory, he wants the little one to be good, loved by everyone, watching him step by step to the supreme altar, radiant.

And selfishly wants to hide people, protect them under their wings, and not let anyone pry, only he can know how good the little one is.

In the end, reason prevailed and suppressed the greed in the heart.

There won't be that day.

Unless the little guy wants to leave him, as soon as he thinks of this, the air pressure around Mo Gui is even lower, and he definitely can't bear the life without the little guy.

He's going to go crazy.

Candle Youlin watched video teaching from the Internet, wanted to make a rich breakfast for Mo Guishi, and slid off the bed lightly while the man had not yet opened his eyes.

Stepping on the carpet, no sound was made.

He wanted to surprise Lord Kamisa.

As early as when the boy got up, Mo Guishi woke up, he always slept very lightly, and opened his eyes the moment the door was closed.

His gaze fell on the slippers on the side.

There was no carpet in the kitchen, and the action of lifting the slippers when Mo returned paused, and the little one wanted to surprise him, and he had to cooperate well.

The boy was wearing an apron, and the loose and fat T-shirt was loosely worn on his body, and the inside was vacuum, revealing his straight and white thighs.

With the movement, it is slightly lifted up, and it can be faintly seen.

Rounded.

The fragrant skinned egg lean porridge was ready, and as soon as the boy wanted to serve it, a warm chest was attached to his back and took him into his arms.

"Why not wear shoes?" Mo Guishi's voice was hoarse in the morning, and his chin rested on the boy's shoulder.

"Forgot." The teenager's voice was soft and sticky, making people want to kiss it.

Mo returned to his knees half-kneeling on the ground and putting on shoes for the little one, the palm of his hand felt smooth and soft, which was most suitable for playing in his hand.

"Do you still have back pain?"

When Mo returned, he put on slippers for the boy, and then took the person into his arms from his back, and kneaded and massaged his lower back with big hands.

The force is neither light nor heavy, just right.

With the soreness of pressing, it is indeed much more comfortable.

"Put the greens." Mo Gui's low laughter came from behind him, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pinch the young man's face: "Don't you like to eat greens?"

"Experts say it's important to be nutritionally balanced and not picky eaters." The young man said seriously, he wanted to raise the god well.

"I remember this sentence, next time you are a picky eater, I will punish you for beating you **"

"Eat less sweets, easy to grow tooth decay."

Mo couldn't help but pinch the soft flesh on the little guy's face again, the touch of the fingertips was soft and tender, and with a slight force, a shallow mark would be left on the skin.

The teenager opened his eyes wide, those beautiful amber eyes like cats, and subconsciously glanced at the oven, where there was a small cake that had just been baked, and it also exuded a sweet smell.

"Brother Shi said that you can't waste food." The young man's voice was a little aggrieved, but there was a little hope under his eyes.

Just let him eat a small piece, okay.

"I can solve it for you." Mo returned without the slightest sense of bullying, and he liked to watch the little guy holding him and humming.

"Brother Shi~" The young man's voice was extremely soft, like a small hook, tickling the bottom of people's hearts.

When the ink returned, the Adam's apple rolled, the silver eyes darkened a little, the little guy took the initiative to bite the hook, how can he blame him for not being patient.