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

Chapter 215

Mo Gui's silver eyes swept over the pile of snacks in front of the young man, ten years after the end of the world, these foods had long expired and deteriorated, fooling him with these things, I don't know if it was really stupid or fake stupid.

"Why are you here?" Mo Gui's voice was cold, and his gaze towards the boy was wary and guarded, and his amber eyes were faintly red, which gave him a bad premonition.

The boy blinked, as if he didn't understand what he meant, and pushed the small snack on the table that he had worked hard to bring for a long time forward.

It seems to be inviting him to eat.

"These are expired." Mo Gui's voice was cold, but his body was tense all the time, preventing this unknown teenager from suddenly jumping up and grabbing his neck.

Those beautiful amber eyes with confusion, clean and tender little face can almost pinch out water, looking like a beautiful human teenager.

But Mo Guishi did not think so, he did not feel danger in the teenager's body, it does not mean that the teenager did not have the strength to hurt him.

The young man wanted to get close to him, but he was keenly aware of his dislike, so he could only sit honestly on the shabby sofa, looking even more aggrieved.

The long knife in Mo Guishi's hand pressed against the young man's fair neck, and the sharp blade seemed to easily cut through the young man's delicate skin.

The long knife was dirty and full of zombie-smelling slime.

The boy leaned to the side, trying not to let the dirty and smelly knife touch him.

The fingertips lightly touched the blade of the long knife and carefully pushed it away.

The movements were light, as if they were afraid of provoking him.

The corners of Mo Gui's lips were slightly hooked, he inexplicably felt that the teenager was a little cute, and under the threat of life, the first thing he cared about was the dirty long knife, not the small life.

"Can't speak, little mute?"

The boy seemed to be trying to understand what he meant, and nodded for a long time.

That well-behaved little appearance, in other words, anyone who comes, can't wait to hold the best things to him.

Mo Guishi sneered, his silver eyes were mocking, I don't know whether to believe or not, just put the long knife back and no longer look at him.

It was completely dark, and Mo Guishi poured a bottle of mineral water on the compressed biscuit he was carrying and boiled it in a pot, he urgently needed to replenish his energy.

But now that his powers have not recovered, he can only eat some and look for supplies when he recovers some.

The young man sat obediently on the sofa, watching him gulp into the mush that he didn't know anything.

Mo Guishi's eyebrows were slightly raised, he always felt that the young man's gaze looking at him was a little pitying, and the unpalatable compressed biscuits like pig food in the pot were indeed difficult to swallow.

After eating for more than ten days in a row, he wanted to vomit when he saw it.

But there is no way.

"Taste?" Mo Guishi invited.

There was no meaning to feed him at all.

The young man was inexplicably a little aggrieved, and could only get close to the undried spoon in his hand when he returned from T Mo.

That's what Mo just used when he returned.

The teenager's little face crumpled together.

He shrunk back again, unwilling to eat.

Mo returned with a stunned look, and the little action of the young rabbit drinking water was inexplicably seductive, making people unable to look away, wanting to pinch his chin and go up.

Have a good taste of what it tastes like.

Immediately, Mo Guishi sobered up, only felt that he was crazy, and actually moved his heart of compassion for a teenager who met for the first time and came from unknown sources.

Mo returned to the boy even more coldly.

Lie on the small sofa, close your eyes, and ignore the teenager.

Mo returned to so many years, sleep is very shallow, a little wind and grass can wake him up.