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

The boy in the mirror, his amber eyes seemed to be soaked in water mist, with the confusion that had not fully woken up, and his fair and soft face was stained with a little powder.

Chun micro-sheeted.

The shirt is loose and crumbly.

Much larger than the size he wears.

The shirt is somewhat transparent.

You can vaguely see the scenery inside.

The slender and white fingertips touched the soft lips, consciously or unconsciously rubbed.

"What do you want to eat earlier?" Mo Guishi leaned close to the boy's ear and gestured intimately.

Obviously there was enough time, but to call the teenager up so early, he did it on purpose.

He is so bad by nature.

"Buns, soy milk, or fritters." Mo Guishi continued to ask.

The boy in his arms leaned limply on his chest, grabbed his big hand, and couldn't even answer a complete sentence.

"That's the same as the last concert."

"Then eat fritters and soy milk." Mo Guishi chuckled, was in a very happy mood, and directly finalized.

The little one has always been obedient.

Only when he was bullied and fiercely did he bite him.

The assistant put the hot soy milk fritters that he had just bought on the dining table in the living room, and although he did not see his own Mo Zong, he also left with interest.

He is a tool for feelings.

After a long time.

The little milk cat didn't know how to climb onto the table, lowered its head, sniffed the sweet fritters, and its little paws were about to move.

In the next second, it was picked up by a large hand.

Meow meow.

The aggrieved shouted.

The piping hot soy milk has become warm just in the mouth, and the spoon of the custom-made silver candelilla dragon is placed in the bowl.

Peel the tea eggs for him.

The young man sat on Mo Guishi's lap and was coaxed for a while before he was willing to take a sip of soy milk.

These days, he has been eating meals customized by his senior nutritionist, accompanied by medicinal meals, and finally raised the teenager to be more round, no longer thin enough to touch the bones.

Appetite needs to be conditioned little by little.

In the adopted family, the teenager is often hungry and full, has a bad stomach, and does not eat much on weekdays, except for small snacks that can make him eat more.

After all, snacks are not a substitute for meals.

That little amount of rice is not enough to eat a few bites when Mo returns.

However, he also knew that this matter was urgent, and little by little, let the teenager get used to the normal amount of meals.

Only half of the soy milk was drunk, and the rest was solved by Mogui as usual.

The little milk cat was picked up by the assistant, and there was a concert in the afternoon, so there was no time to feed it, I was afraid that I would be hungry.

Candle Youlin's personal account has risen to 60 million fans, and the video edited by the concert has been spread abroad, causing a wave of fanaticism.

The number of downloads of the exclusive app [LIN] exceeded the 100 million mark, with different language switching, and the icon of the app is a stick figure of two people, which is very recognizable.

There are high-definition videos of Candle Youlin's first concert that are heavily invested in the world, and some people share screenshots of the live broadcast that day, and countless fans scream, save high-definition pictures, and save them as mobile phone wallpapers.

The icon lights up with a red dot.

Prompt updates to the people you follow.

Mo Guishi's personal account posted a set of nine-grid photos, in which the protagonists are teenagers and little milk cats.

The little milk cat grew bigger again, with a small hat, shaking his head.

The boy was lying on the soft big bed, his flaxen soft hair shining through, and his clean and beautiful amber eyes looked at the camera, wet.

Let people's hearts soften with it.

The little milk cat rubbed the teenager affectionately, and the harmony of one person and one cat was extraordinarily harmonious.