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

Si Mo followed Song Zhuochen all the way to the door of the conference room before letting him go. When he left, he gave Song Zhuochen a kiss on the side of his neck, which was very charming and seductive.

The dark door closed, and Song Zhuochen let out a breath silently. At this moment, the place touched by Si Mo seemed to be scalded by boiling water. Opposite the glass door of the conference room was a row of sofas, and they could look at each other without any obstruction.

He could see that after Si Mo went out, he sat obediently on the sofa, holding a slightly wrinkled suit in his arms, which was the one Si Mo had just asked him to take off and give to him.

To be honest, if it weren't for his strong self-control and sense of morality, Song Zhuochen almost announced the dissolution of the meeting on the spot.

As if by telepathy, Si Mo suddenly turned around and looked inside. He happened to meet the eyes of Song Zhuochen who was peeking at him. He raised his hand and waved, his mouth shape was simple and easy to understand: "Brother, I. Wait. For. You."

……

The meeting barely ended after two hours. As night fell, the building stood on the other side of the river. Neon lights flickered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights came on, and the traffic was bustling.

The lights in the conference room were turned off, and the mottled light and shadows in the corridor intertwined on Si Mo's face. His calm and peaceful sleeping face made him look unusually well-behaved.

Song Zhuochen paused and lowered his voice unconsciously as he approached Si Mo.

At 1:30 in the morning, the omega curled up on the large sofa cushion, looking unusually petite. When her beautiful blue eyes were not opened, Si Mo felt a little less charming.

The even breath sprayed with sweet and greasy peach pheromones, and what he held in his arms was his own coat.

Song Zhuochen pursed his lips and stared at the scene with deep eyes, then suddenly clenched his fists.

The man squatted down and did a movement that he couldn't explain.

He gently pinched Si Mo's swollen cheek, and his thinly calloused fingertips felt cold.

Song Zhuochen was stunned for a moment, and when he reacted, his eyes happened to meet Si Mo's. The omega had just woken up, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes were still red, as if he had a tiring day.

"Brother," Si Mo spoke, his voice a little hoarse but still pleasant, he held Song Zhuochen's hand and rubbed it on his face: "Is it over?"

At this moment, his heart was beating particularly strongly. Song Zhuochen's Adam's apple trembled, and something seemed to be about to burst out from his deep pupils.

Song Zhuochen hummed softly, and Si Mo sat up and held his arm, restraining his disordered breathing and said, "Let's go home."

Of course, just meeting Song Zhuochen is not enough. Si Mo knows very well what he needs now.

The elevator went down to the first floor. As soon as he stepped out of the door, a gust of cold wind blew in, and Si Mo felt a sense of comfort.

The two people's cell phones rang almost at the same time, and a shocking piece of news quickly jumped to the top of the hot search list within a few minutes.

A private villa in a wealthy area caught fire for no apparent reason, and it was later confirmed that it was the business tycoon Si's family that caused the fire.

The fire started in a strange way and was extremely difficult to extinguish. It took six hours from the time it was discovered to the time it was put out.

The incident happened this afternoon. Three people were injured, including Mrs. Si and her two sons. They were almost completely burned and the marks of injuries on their bodies were difficult to discern.

The second son Si Yi died due to ineffective rescue efforts, and there has been no news about the other two who were admitted to the ICU for rescue. Rumor has it that both of them had injured their throats, and even if they were barely rescued, they might not be able to speak.

The entire villa covered an area of ​​more than 900 square meters and was burned down in just a few hours.

But... everyone discovered that this 'fire' seemed to be quite 'polite'. It did not move the neighboring house at all, as if it was being controlled by someone.

...

When Song Zhuochen saw the message, his thoughts were distracted for a moment.

Looking at Si Mo, who was sitting next to him, playing with his hands out of boredom, Song Zhuochen felt that he should still inform him:

"Your home is gone."

"???"

"..."

Si Mo was startled when he heard this. After confirming that Song Zhuochen was really talking to him, he asked, "What?"

Song Zhuochen handed the phone to Si Mo, wondering what Si Mo's reaction would be after reading it.

Not long after, he heard a bland "Oh" from the side.

"Well," Si Mo said nonchalantly, "If it's gone, it's gone. The Si family was never my family."

Song Zhuo was silent, rubbing his knuckles lightly on his fingertips, not knowing what he was thinking.

"They can't tolerate me, otherwise..." Si Mo lowered his eyes and murmured with pity: "Otherwise I wouldn't have met my brother."

Song Zhuochen's heart trembled. What he said was indeed the truth. Wasn't Si Mo sent to get close to him?

"From the moment you brought me home, I became yours alone," said Si Mo.

...

The anger that he had finally calmed down was unreasonably provoked by Si Mo's words. Song Zhuo moved to the other side in silence.

His tie was pulled and in an instant he was pulled back by Si Mo.

Si Mo's soft and moist lips came over, and his nimble tongue pried open his lips and teeth, releasing a sweet and greasy aroma.

A scent of peaches gradually spread in the car, from light to strong, and the intention of seeking pleasure was obvious.

"Brother," Si Mo's eyes were charming, and he whispered in Song Zhuochen's ear with a low breath: "Do you want to have sex?"

(…)

It was dawn, Si Mo leaned softly against Song Zhuochen's chest, his eyelids lifted with difficulty but he refused to be carried back. His upper body was wrapped in a large suit jacket, and the two of them stayed in the car outside the villa.

The air at dawn was moist and fresh, and the temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, made people feel comfortable. The roof of the car was open, and a newly rising sun was hanging in the sky, and the fiery red color dyed half the sky.

"Sunset, brother." Si Mo bent his lower lip, and his hoarse voice was very small but accurately transmitted to Song Zhuochen's ears.

Song Zhuochen lowered his head and kissed him on the ear: "Well, the little goblin is quite annoying."

Si Mo curled his lips, raised his hand and placed it on the man's chest, his heart burning with love.

Si Mo could be sure that Song Zhuochen in this life liked him very much.

Even though the beginning was not happy, they are now truly in love with each other.

It is not a relationship of a sponsor or a kept woman. Can we also think that this fate has made up for some regrets from a hundred years ago?

"I admit it's annoying," Si Mo smiled, recalling last night's experience, and admitted it bluntly. "But I'm not a goblin."

"Hmm? Then what are you?"

Song Zhuochen patiently followed his words and asked.

“It’s God.”

There was no response for a long time after he finished speaking. Si Mo glanced at Song Zhuochen and saw that he was smiling silently.

Si Mo pinched the man's chin: "What are you laughing at?"

Could it be that Song Zhuochen is an atheist?

Unfortunately, Si Mo himself was just the opposite. He was a true theist.

"No," Song Zhuochen stopped smiling and replied, "If you say yes, then it is."

I am not a theist, but you are the only God in my heart.

He heard Song Zhuochen say: "Then I wish the gods would favor me and everything would go as I please."