Kuai Chuan: My host was targeted by Xing Jiao again

The boy's nanny's obedient face turned red with embarrassment at Sheng Minghao's words.

Blood oozed from his ear, as if it was about to drip.

This guy!This guy!

Zhefeng raised his fist and threw it at Sheng Minghao's face.

As soon as Sheng Minghao raised his hand, he held Zhefeng's fist in the palm of his hand, and the smiles on his brows and eyes all subsided, he was a little flustered, "Are you really angry?"

How about not?

"I'm just kidding, I fell asleep on the sofa in the middle of the night and it was a little cold, so I came over and rubbed the quilt on the bed."

See Zhefeng angry.

Sheng Minghao quickly and honestly let go of the hand holding Zhefeng's fist.

He raised his hands above his head, put on a posture of disarming and surrendering, and coaxed carefully, "You can beat me if you want, and after you finish beating, just ignore me."

Heck!

Zhefeng raised his fist and smashed it down.

His fist was mixed with the wind, fierce and violent.

But at the last second of punching, he changed direction and finally hit the pillow beside Sheng Minghao with his punch.

Bang!

The huge bed was directly smashed into two by Zhefeng's fist.

"Sheng Minghao, I warn you, don't provoke me just because you are my boss, put away your shady little thoughts, and find someone else to play with if you want to play."

Zhefeng sat on Sheng Minghao's body, stared at Sheng Minghao condescendingly, and warned Sheng Minghao with cold words.

The dignified Mr. Sheng, at a young age, is quite good at playing.

He actually set his mind on the company's artists.

Unfortunately, I found the wrong person.

He is not the soft and waxy temperament of the original owner.

I'm so mad, I don't know how to terminate the contract.

Anyway, if he wants to fulfill the wish of the original owner, it is not the only way to rely on Shengshi Media.

Sheng Minghao was lying on the half-collapsed bed.

Feel the man's anger.

He panicked even more.

As soon as he raised his hand, he took Zhefeng into his arms, "But if I try to restrain my little thoughts, what if I can't stop them?"

"I've said it all, you want to play with someone else!" Zhefeng clenched his fists, damn, what did he think of him.

"Play? How could it be play?"

"Afeng, can't you see that I like you?"

As soon as Sheng Minghao's words fell, Zhefeng's eyes widened and he froze.

What is he saying? ?

What do you like? ?

Hallucination? ?

Sheng Minghao buried his face in Zhefeng's neck, sucking the reassuring breath from Zhefeng's body.

"Afeng, I like you. This is a small thought that I bury in my heart. No matter how hard I try to restrain myself, I can't hide it."

Sheng Minghao's cautious tone turned into a warm and humid breath, spraying on Zhefeng's neck.

Numb and itchy.

"Sheng Minghao, where is your nerve wrong? You say you like me? Are you kidding me!"

"Ah Feng, I'm not joking, I'm serious."

gollum...

Zhefeng's Adam's apple moved up and down.

He was confessed to be a man!

damn...

[The host has deviated from the task]

Accompanied by the prompt of the system sound.

pat...

Know the sea...

The small rice dumpling in Xiao San'er's hand fell to the ground.

It held its small claws, covered its small eyes, and repeatedly hypnotized itself, "I don't see anything, I don't hear anything, I don't know anything (╯‵′) ╯︵┻-┻…”

At this time, I ran to remind Mr. Zhefeng that the mission was off track.

Are you kidding, it doesn't want to get a needle in the ass.

the other side.

A bandaged black cat leaned against the sea of ​​consciousness, holding a delicate and slender tobacco rod in its paws.

There was a pack of catnip in the pouch.