The Sick Villain is Crazy and Wild: Unlimited Traveling Through Books for Freedom

Mu Han drove all the way, and took the little actor back to Shaojun's mansion.

At that moment, the car broke down on the spot.

Xiao Huang looked at the broken down car, it had suffered too much.

It was supposed to break down halfway, but it forced the car to survive until they returned to Shaojun's mansion.

Mu Han got out of the car and went back to the room with the little actor in his arms.

Wan Xin heard the sound of the car, opened a corner of the curtain, and saw Shaojun walking towards the house with Luo Yichu in his arms.

He was shocked, and his hands gripped the curtains a little tighter.

A bunch of trash, even a powerless actor can't kill them.

He has to escape, or he will die if he falls into Shaojun's hands.

Wan Xin packed up his things and was about to run away. When he reached the door, his vision went dark, and he was put on a sack and kicked a few times.

Before the swear words in his mouth came out, he was shot in the head.

Xiaobing looked at the fainted Wan Xin and threw him on his shoulder.

I was supposed to have a good Mid-Autumn Festival tonight, but this guy disrupted the plan.

hateful!

/ / /

Mu Han hugged Luo Yichu all the way back to the room, the aunt led others to watch them go upstairs.

"I'm afraid Young Master won't be attending the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet tonight, let's all eat!"

Luo Yichu listened to the aunt's words, and gently tugged at Mu Han's collar.

Mu Han looked at him with a greedy look on his face, and fondled his chin against his forehead.

"hungry?"

Luo Yichu nodded.

"Let's go back to wash up first, and then go to eat later."

"it is good."

Mu Han took the little actor back to the room, pressed him in the bathtub and washed him inside and out.

Luo Yichu was soaking in the bathtub, the hot air made his cheeks and skin glow with a faint blush.

Don't have to wash so carefully!

When washing him up and carrying him out of the bathtub, Mu Han wanted to teach him a lesson when he thought of him being kidnapped and putting himself in a dangerous situation.

He raised his hand and slapped his buttocks, the hand felt soft and sticky at the moment, and the touch was excellent.

Luo Yichu's cheeks were even more red.

Dead pervert.

Hit him again.

"No running around will worry me in the future, you know?"

Being beaten, Luo Yichu lay on his shoulder and snorted unconvinced.

Smelly pomegranate, too lazy to pay attention to him.

Seeing that Luo Luo ignored him, Mu Han gently rubbed the slapped place.

On the white and tender skin, there was a red palm print.

The warm palm rubbed against the place where he was slapped, the movements were gentle and itchy.

"Is this a long memory?"

Luo Yichu pursed his lips, still angrily ignoring him.

Seeing that the little opera singer ignored him, Mu Han pinched the soft flesh on his body.

"ignore me?

Then we will not participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

This time should let you have a long memory, shut you down for a few days before you are obedient.

In case you don't have a long memory, you will be abducted again. "

If he hadn't gone in time this time, Mu Han couldn't have imagined what would happen.

That ant Mu Yang, it's easy for him to die like this.

His people dared to abduct him, and he became more courageous.

Luo Yichu was growling with hunger, and when he heard that Mu Han was going to lock him up in the small dark room, he immediately hummed reluctantly.

Seeing that he compromised, Mu Han put his ear closer: "What did you say, I didn't hear you."

Luo Yichu: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┴─┴

He did it on purpose, absolutely on purpose.

He couldn't believe that this guy didn't hear it.

"I said long memory.

I will never listen to anyone else except you. "

After Luo Yichu finished speaking, Mu Han hummed in satisfaction and took him to change clothes.

Mu Han took care of bathing and dressing by himself, taking advantage of it.

Luo Yichu gritted his teeth and pursed his lips, smelly.

Mu Han held the hand that held his underpants for him, and rubbed his fingertips along his ankles.

Luo Yichu's hand gripping the shirt was a little tighter, and the place that was rubbed was crisp and itchy.

"Um…"