Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

A pungent fishy smell wafted past, and Si Mo frowned and took several steps back.

There was a dark stain under Si Tingchen's trouser leg.

The villa was filled with wailing sounds, accompanied by the sound of fading footsteps, as if a grand farewell song was being held for Si Mo.

He left the park and set off an eternal fire. In the fire, he looked like a winner of slow slicing, with a swaggering smile on his face.

The familiar feeling is really nostalgic.

[Boss, you are so greedy, shashasha? (ˉ﹃ˉ?)]

Benben: Woohoo, seeing the boss’ smile, I feel like I’m going to die!!!

Si Mohe said kindly: Basic operation error 6, and, hold your saliva. If you don't want to go in and take a bath in the fire.

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As it got dark, Si Mo went back to Song Zhuochen's villa to wash off the smell on his body and changed into a clean set of clothes.

After taking back his clone, he opened his eyes at the door of the reception room, as if nothing had happened.

"Everyone, the reception time for tonight has ended. Those who need to meet the president's family members can come back tomorrow when they are free. Of course, we still have to remind you not to have unrealistic fantasies." The staff member came to inform with a fake smile, his eyes full of contempt.

At the same time, the omegas stood up and walked towards the door, except Si Mo who remained standing at the door without moving.

The receptionist saw that he was unfamiliar with the place and thought it was probably his first time here. She patiently reminded him again:

"Sir, our time is up. If you need anything, please come tomorrow..."

"I'm not deaf, I heard it." Si Mo waved his hand indifferently, signaling the receptionist to leave. He was in a bad mood now. The estrus period was not over so soon. Si Mo had not smelled Song Zhuochen's pheromones for nearly ten hours. Those who were sensible should not ask for trouble at this time.

"The last five minutes." He said lazily, "If Song Zhuochen doesn't come down..."

"Are you leaving?" asked the receptionist.

Si Mo tutted in dissatisfaction: "I'll go find him myself."

"..."

"Sir, if you continue to act unreasonably I will call security."

Hearing the two people arguing in the back, the few Little Os who were lagging behind deliberately slowed down their pace to listen to the gossip.

Ding-dong-

The sound of a high-rise elevator stopping was heard in the lobby on the first floor. Si Mo looked over and the moment the elevator door opened, he saw Song Zhuochen's face.

There was also a middle-aged man in a suit next to him. The two shook hands symbolically after getting out of the elevator. The middle-aged man took the documents and left.

Song Zhuochen acted as if no one was around. After seeing the person off, he was about to go upstairs again. Si Mo found the right opportunity and shouted:

"elder brother!"

Although he was thousands of years older than the current Song Chuchen, Si Mo adhered to the principle that his character setting should not collapse and continued to address him as he did last night.

At present, he can be sure that Song Zhuochen is that person. At least, he is a part of him. Moreover, his feelings are still with Song Zhuochen.

...

Song Zhuochen paused, turned around when he heard the voice, and locked his eyes on Si Mo while all the omegas were looking at him.

The next moment, the young man ran towards him with a sunny smile on his face. Unfortunately, Si Mo was stopped by the security guards who arrived in time before he could reach Song Zhuochen. They thought that this was another person who was desperate to harass the president.

The light in Si Mo's eyes dimmed slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed across his gaze. He had lost all his patience.

Tuanzi sensed the host's anger, and Si Mo had already used his mind to condense a ball of sword-blue mist, and the air around him suddenly dropped.

[Boss, don’t be angry, it will be exposed! ! ]

This world is different from the places he has been to before. If someone discovers that he is different from others here, he will at least be captured and studied for dozens or hundreds of years.

"Wait," Song Zhuo said in a cold voice, "No need to stop me."

As soon as the words came out, everyone present was stunned. The security guard reacted and obeyed the order. He glanced at the boy beside him with a guilty look, said hello, and ran away quickly. It seemed that he was afraid of offending someone he shouldn't have offended and being punished.

A few little Os who were watching the fun were chased away, and this time no one stopped them.

"Brother," after saying this, Si Mo raised the corners of his mouth again, walked to Song Zhuochen as if no one was around and hugged him.

Smelling his favorite aroma, Si Mo felt much more comfortable, like a kitten with frizzy fur being smoothed by its owner, becoming extremely well-behaved.

“President, this…” Several receptionists almost dropped their jaws to the ground, pointing at Si Mo in disbelief. Everyone felt that their lives were in danger, and they began to apologize in a low voice: “Sorry, President, this…”

"Your wife didn't make an appointment, nor did she provide any favorable evidence to prove her identity, so we didn't notify you." The leader spoke carefully.

lady?

Song Zhuochen raised his eyebrows slightly, and quickly lowered his head to glance at Si Mo, and found that the other party did not hide his attachment at all, and breathed hot air on his neck and shoulders, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath.

Damn, so good.

...

"How did you find him?" Song Zhuochen's hand subconsciously fell on Si Mo's lower back to protect him. After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Have you been here for a long time?"

Si Mo hummed and said, "I came to pick up my brother from get off work. It didn't take long." He pretended to check his watch and said, "Only nine hours."

"I'm not very tired. I didn't stand for a long time and my legs don't hurt at all." Si Mo buried his head in Song Zhuochen's chest, and his voice sounded a little muffled.

The ladies at the front desk felt a death stare in front of them, but they didn't dare to look up.

Song Zhuochen wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a rapid ring of the phone.

"Yeah. OK. I'll be there right away."

……

After a conference call, Si Mo was forced to take the special elevator with Song Zhuochen.

"Brother, does this meeting have to happen?" Si Mo grabbed Song Zhuochen's hand and shook it gently, leaning on him as if he had no bones.

Song Zhuochen hummed without commenting, and his tone did not waver at all.

"You can wait outside," he said. "I'll be quick."

The corners of Si Mo's mouth curved slightly and then quickly returned to normal.

Song Zhuochen himself didn't realize that he had begun to comfort Si Mo subconsciously.

Si Mo could feel that the color of that love had become a little darker.

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The elevator reached the top floor of the building. Song Zhuochen tried to pull his hand back, but Si Mo held it tightly and did not move at all.

Si Mo bent his knuckles slightly and tickled the alpha's palm teasingly.

The elevator door opened, and dozens of pairs of waiting eyes unexpectedly looked at the two.

The shareholders looked at each other in bewilderment, and for a moment they suspected that there was something wrong with their eyes...