High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 764 Young Master Yang and the Boy: Sweet Snoring
But the reality is.

Lin Zhaoxia couldn't speak.

It can only be that the side of the eyes shows that she still doesn't want to cooperate.

"There will be sweets later."

Yang Moyan had to coax him several times.

After these words fell, Lin Zhaoxia looked back and grinned.

sugar?
This condition is indeed very attractive.

And besides the simplest sugar, Lin Zhaoxia can also get some special other sugars.

But not now?
Lin Zhaoxia raised her hand, and tapped her lips with her fingertips. The streamer flashed through the depths of her swaying eyes, dyed with dazzling beauty, and set off a feast of little ripples.

But the meaning couldn't be more obvious: I look like this, can I eat it?

Yang Moyan couldn't find any coaxing words at once.

As for Song Yan on the side.

I just feel like I was forced to be fed a plate of dog food.

It's so sweet it's snoring...

Especially those eyes.

It opened very wide.

A person as noble and indifferent as Yang Moyan, who is so cold physically and mentally, will have a day to coax someone in a low voice?

And this person is still a teenager! ?
Song Yan immediately felt that he had discovered something terrible, and his heart was exploding. He looked at the sick boy half leaning on the bed, and then at Young Master Yang, who was still indifferent and dignified all over his body. , the eyes became complicated.

And Yang Moyan over there.

Still thinking of ways to coax Lin Zhaoxia to be obedient.

It seems that it is also for teenagers.

Young Master Yang always has endless patience.

"Be obedient, give me your hand." Yang Moyan walked a few steps towards the bed, sat next to the young man, and raised his hand to grab the young man's wrist. Lin Zhaoxia's eyes fell on him, and she just avoided it. She couldn't speak with her tongue, so she could only be Taking the mobile phone from the bedside, he called up the sticky note, "If there are two options, injection and medicine, I can choose to take medicine."

But Yang Moyan didn't allow it.

When she moved her tongue, Lin Zhaoxia felt so painful that she wanted to be transparent in the next second. Yang Moyan felt that it was better not to let Lin Zhaoxia move her tongue easily.

Natural injection or something is the best way at this time.

"There is no rejection, no medicine, only a needle," Yang Moyan stretched out his hand to grab the young man's hand. The domineering tone that could not be refused did not give Lin Zhaoxia any room for negotiation, but Lin Zhaoxia was still on the fringes. The group who wanted to die took the phone in front of them, pressed the screen with their fingertips again, and then handed it out again, "Eldest young master? Little brother? Little wife?? Brother??? Let's discuss it later. ? As long as you don’t get an injection, I will listen to you for everything else. I will definitely be serious about reviewing and so on, and I will never be lazy! (〃'▽'〃)”

Coincidentally, Song Yan happened to see all these words.

He couldn't help but laugh, feeling that this young man was really unexpectedly cute.

In order not to get an injection, I really tried all kinds of methods.

However, none of these are worth the end of Young Master Yang's words, "Give me your hand."

"..."

That indifferent tone, concise and concise as usual, is still domineering and irresistible.

Lin Zhaoxia frowned, looking at Yang Moyan, it was obvious that if she didn't reach out for an injection today, she would spend the whole day with her... She could only move her fingertips, and finally passed her hand.

She is not a petty person.

It has been since childhood.

needle.

medicine.

These ones.

is really resisting.

A deep-seated conflict.

　Don't worry about the issue of identity, it will be solved, let's look at the plot now, the plot of the school grass is long, there is a lot to write, and the big climax after the impatient can't be written.

　　==(Actually, I want to unlock the identity earlier than you guys)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)