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

Chapter 109

The imperial doctor kowtowed one by one, each time with ten to ten strength, blood seeped out, and did not dare to stop.

Mo returned when he felt someone watching him.

Facing those clean and clear eyes, those beautiful amber eyes were uneasy under their eyes, and the ghost was distracted, and he threw the sword in his hand on the ground.

He didn't want to scare the teenager.

The imperial doctor retreated with a roll of rolls, not daring to let the tyrant see his demeanor at the moment, for fear that his head would not be saved.

"The ability to hook people is strong." Mo returned and pinched half of the boy's face and sneered.

The strength was collected, and he knew that the boy's skin was delicate, and with a little strength, he would leave a mark.

Mo Guishi picked up the small box of ointment, stained his fingertips with a little cool medicine, and applied it to the boy's somewhat bleeding knee.

The force is extremely light, like tickling.

"Does it still hurt?" Mo Guishi asked coldly

, the young man bit his lower lip, that little pitiful look just didn't speak, don't look over, puffed up, unwilling to deal with him.

For so many years, no one has ever dared to do this to him, he couldn't sit up and fell, blame him on him.

Carry him over to see the imperial doctor.

Give him a look on the face.

"I'm asking you." Mo Guishi held the boy in his arms, and his tone softened a little again.

"It's a mistake, I shouldn't push you."

"Can I forgive Xuan?"

Mo Guishi's voice was low, approaching the boy, and his silver eyes seemed to be full of affection.

The teenager seemed to be very coaxing.

Mo Guishi's heart inexplicably softened a little, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pinch the young man's soft face, this is the first time that someone has made him willing, so patient to coax.

"Your Majesty."

The boy's voice was well-behaved and soft, like a feather brushing over his heart.

Itchy.

"I want to see the concubine dance, is that okay?" Mo Guishi leaned close to the boy's ear and asked with a chuckle.

A concubine, but he easily promised to go out with a word.

The musicians lowered their heads one by one, afraid that they would see something they shouldn't see, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

The sound of silk bamboo sounded.

The boy was barefoot, with golden bells tied to his ankles, and stepped on the soft carpet, jingling like a pleasant spring.

That stunning and delicate face, as if walking down from a mural, the beautiful amber eyes are clean and unsavvy, and the bright face at the end of the eyes is even more delicate.

The thin chain on the curtain swayed, and there was a slight collision.

The ornaments made of layers of gemstones on the neck barely covered some, and the skin tone set off was as fair as milk.

As the cheerful music sounded, the fine sequins on the boy's body also shook, and a large area of snow-white skin was exposed.

Every move carries the ultimate charm.

The wine bottle in Mo's hand had not moved, and his silver eyes stared directly at the boy who stepped on the music, like a water snake.

Move bigger.

He can see clearly.

Mo returned to hold the hand holding the wine bottle a little harder, his bones were blue and white, and he subconsciously wanted to drink some wine, but it was already empty.

He took the wine jug and walked down the dragon chair, walked towards the boy step by step, and took him directly into his arms, the soft touch could be felt through the clothing.

The arm tightly wrapped around the boy's waist, like iron tongs, making him unable to move, facing the pair of silver eyes, the heat under the eyes made the teenager can't help but want to shrink his tail.