The host of the quick-wear salted fish is the boss's favorite

It was getting dark and the driver had no idea what was happening with his boss.

After all, the car's fender has a very strong sound insulation effect, and he couldn't hear any sound at all.

He could only keep driving around the city.

The boy's subtle and hoarse voice sounded: "I'm so hungry."

The man at this moment no longer had the coldness of the past, and his brows were filled with tenderness and caution.

He took her into his arms and said, "Okay."

The man pressed the paddle button, and a special fragrance in the air instantly drifted into the driver's nostrils.

The driver's face turned red instantly and his fingers clenched the steering wheel.

“Find a hotel nearby.”

"Okay, boss."

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The next day, the boy woke up in a daze from the soft big bed in the hotel.

At this moment, the man came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his crotch.

The perfect slender figure and the tight mermaid line are fully revealed.

He approached the boy with a slightly cool mist on his body, and said in a joyful voice: "Baby, kiss me."

The boy moved his body and felt only slightly tired, but no other discomfort.

I guess the system was tactful enough to help him block out the pain.

The young man turned his bright and lively eyes and glanced sideways at the man with an expectant look on his face.

He hooked the man's neck, leaned his pretty little face over, and kissed the side of his face.

"Baby, lie down first. Wait for me to get dressed and take you to wash up."

I could hear the rustling sound of him getting dressed.

In a moment, the lines of the man's muscular body were tightly wrapped in the black shirt, full of abstinence. If it weren't for the smile on the corners of his lips, it would really give people the illusion that he was unapproachable and out of reach.

The black trousers, without a single wrinkle, are both noble and elegant.

Fu Lingye stretched out his slender and powerful arms and held the young man horizontally in his arms, and the cool fragrance that came to his face enveloped him.

The boy's fingertips touched his tense and cold arm, and he looked up in confusion: "You haven't been soaking in cold water all the time, have you?"

He placed the boy carefully on the marble sink.

The slightly cool fingertips caressed the boy's soft lips.

He lowered his eyes to hide the sparse desire in his eyes: "Well, I'm afraid that I will hurt you without restraint."

Restraint was his instinct, but the boy knew this person clearly. Once he got a taste of the sweetness, he would be unstoppable and would never stop halfway.

He was used to it, but this time the man was so unexpectedly restrained that it made him suspicious.

The boy concealed his suspicion and asked, "How long have you been soaking?"

"Not long, just a few hours."

A few hours? Under the same roof, he couldn't bear to leave his sight for such a long time.

The young man raised his head and stared at the man for a long time. The man raised his hand to cover his pair of bright peach blossom eyes that were full of scrutiny. His curled eyelashes trembled in his palm, making his heart itchy.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Don't look at me like that, I'm afraid I can't help myself..."

The young man put his arms around his waist, rested his head on his broad chest, and asked crisply: "Who are you?"

The man stiffened slightly, his eyes darkening.

The words that he wanted to say rolled around in his throat for a few times, and finally turned into just one sentence: "Fu Lingye."

He was nervous.

The boy patted his back soothingly, "Don't be afraid, as long as you are good, I will not leave you."

The man groaned, "Hmm."

The boy changed the subject: "Help me brush my teeth and wash my face."

"it is good."

After brushing the boy's teeth, he picked up the towel and carefully wiped the boy's soft and tender cheeks, as if he was carefully outlining his contours, gently and affectionately.

Master, you are not as cold and unattainable as you used to be.

The boy's eyes flickered slightly, he hooked his neck, and kissed his thin lips delicately.

He glanced at the boy's slightly drooped eyelashes in a daze. The affection and tenderness that could not be concealed were what he longed for but could not obtain.

The man's eyes gradually became moist with aggrieved look. The young man noticed his resentful mood and sighed helplessly.

"Although I don't know which world you come from, I still thank you for coming to me."

He buried his head in the boy's neck and shoulders, like an abandoned puppy, waiting for his owner's mercy and caress.

His voice was choked with grievance, "Master."

There was a flash of confusion in Chu Shiyu's peach blossom eyes. How much injustice had he suffered?

He felt a little sorry for the cautious man in front of him: "I'm sorry, I made you feel wronged."

Hearing this, his body stiffened, a little embarrassed: "No, no. It's my fault."

At this moment, an untimely cell phone ringtone rang from the bedroom.

"The bald donkey is calling, the bald donkey is calling..."

Chu Shiyu's mouth twitched. Why hasn't he changed this weird ringtone yet...

The boy hugged his neck coquettishly: "Hug."

The man's heart couldn't stop softening and trembling when teased by the cute boy. What a cute master!

He didn't want to leave, not at all.

Fu Lingye used his strong arm to lift the young man up with one hand and let him sit on his arm.

The entire walking chair is full of hormones and boyfriend power.

Fu Lingye carefully placed the person on the bed and sat down.

Then, she followed the direction of the ringing sound, picked up the phone on the bedside table and handed it to him.

The whole state is like a walking nanny, cautious and meticulous.

The boy rubbed his temples and took the phone helplessly. He instantly heard the editor's anxious and excited voice: "Shi Yu, your comics have become even more popular and have been shortlisted for the International Comics Gold Award."

"The company will hold an offline comic book fan signing event in a few days. You must be there. With your looks, you will attract countless fans in a matter of minutes."

The boy was not interested: "We'll talk about it when the time comes."

"No, the company requires mandatory participation. It requires every popular IP comic creator to be present. You have to come."

"Okay, then send me the location and time, and I'll make time to go there then."

"okay."

"By the way, why did you release so many comic chapters at once? The protagonist is so sad now, waiting for a lover who will never come back."

"Well, I've always wanted to ask, is that protagonist your boyfriend? Did you have a fight with him?"

The young man lowered his eyelashes to hide the melancholy and guilt in his eyes.

"Don't ask so many questions."

"Oh fine."

"Nothing, then hang up, I'm busy."

"Okay, bye."

The boy hung up the phone and looked up to meet a pair of wet, pitiful eyes.

Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling that things are going to go wrong this time?

It was clearly his fault, but now it has become his own battlefield.

He held his forehead helplessly. He took a deep breath and coaxed softly, "I love you. Don't look at me like that, or I'll want to slap you."