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

Chapter 202

The long thick eyelashes flickered like a small fan, and the beautiful azure blue eyes reflected the light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The paint stained the white and tender little face, dirty, like a little flower cat.

Her long light blue curly hair was draped over her shoulders, and she wore a loose ill-fitting T-shirt and black loose pants.

Reveals smooth and fair calves.

There were piles of candy scattered on the ground, as well as small bags of snacks.

Perhaps his expression was too focused and he didn't notice the approach of the person behind him.

"What is the painting?"

Chen Zhimao bent down slightly, approached the little mermaid's drawing board, and looked at the pile of unknown paintings mixed with paint and twisted into a ball.

I looked at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window again, and I couldn't say that it was exactly the same, there was no similarity.

Perhaps startled by the strange sound, the young man's beautiful azure cat's eyes quickly spread water mist, and when the little pearl was about to condense, he was forced back by him.

"How can you still be so timid."

"How did I raise it when I returned to Mo, and I lost weight again."

Chen Zhimao looked at his cub more and more like it, the father's love flooded, the soft and tender little face was very good at first sight, and his hand reached out and pinched.

It is soft to the touch and slightly cool.

Can't help but pinch again.

"Call brother, I haven't seen me for more than ten years, don't know me?"

Chen Zhimao reunited more than ten years later, and the first thing he did was to bully the little mermaid, and when he saw his aggrieved little pearl, he strangely rose up with satisfaction.

"Take your hands away."

A cold voice sounded.

Mo Guishi carried the plate upstairs, and at a glance he saw the old man who claimed to be an old and disrespectful old man, bullying the little guy.

"When Mo returns, you have abducted the precious pimple of our clan."

Chen Zhimao unceremoniously picked up the small desserts in the tray, one by one, and quickly eliminated half of them, and when Mo returned quickly, he took the remaining small snacks from his mouth.

"Grab Linlin's food, you don't know how to be ashamed."

Mo returned to the time and put the rest of the snack in front of the teenager, which he had just made, and it was still hot, and it was the best to eat at this time.

"Stingy."

"It won't be done by President Mo himself, managing such a large company and living so virtuously."

Chen Zhimao was speechless.

His polite personality is nothing more than external, after all, every once in a while he has to play a different person, sometimes revealing his nature.

"Is there a problem with making it for your wife?"

Mo returned to his eyes without giving Chen Zhimao a look, and in his silver eyes he could only see the young man alone, a proper wife and slave.

"Kiss it."

When Mo returned, his voice was gentle and drowned.

The young man obediently waited for feeding, and when he heard this, a kiss fell on Mo's cheek.

"The place is not right."

The young man got closer again, and it was slightly cool under the corner of Mo's mouth.

Immediately, as if knowing what the man was going to do next, he took the initiative to get on the man's chun.

Mo returned to the Adam's apple rolling, restraining his urge to deepen this w, warning himself that there was still a light bulb present, which was not suitable for warm storage.

Let the teenager leave him.

His fingertips pinched a small piece of pastry and fed it to the boy's mouth, with tenderness between his eyebrows.

"What are you drawing? Is it the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sunset is beautiful, is that point the birds flying by, it seems more peaceful, it is very beautiful, I like it. "

When Mo returns to praise people, he speaks slowly, attentively and seriously, with attention to detail.