The scum attack has the ability to chase after it.

The next moment, I heard Leng Mobai's voice dialing the phone: "Secretary Qin, arrange a large press meeting for me at eight o'clock tonight."

Shen Li was not calm anymore.

What is he doing?

The next moment, the man seemed to be okay, and slowly began to look through his closet. After searching for a long time, he came to a conclusion: "This is all a waste of money. You leave me, and you are getting more and more tasteless."

Shen Li wanted to say that taste needs money to support it, but I must have money.

Thinking of this, I once again felt like a brain-dead buyer.

When he stood up against the wall, Leng Mobai had already picked out a loose velvet shirt.

"Come here and help me get dressed."

What does he think he is, sir?

Before Shen Li, he loved to help him dress, and thought it was a very sweet and intimate thing.

After many years, when I think of myself back then, I was simply a slave, a brain-dead slave.

He ignored him at all, but thinking of that press conference, his temples were throbbing, and his heart couldn't calm down.

"Why are you holding a press conference?"

A patch of white came round his head, covering his eyes.

"Come here and put it on for me."

This man is really bad.

Shen Li tore off his clothes and threw them on the bed: "Are you disabled? —— Let me ask you, why are you holding a press conference?"

Glancing at the dress, his cold and white eyes stared at Ling.

Stepping forward with long legs, he grabbed the back of Shen Li's head: "It's really getting worse and worse. Those four years were wasted training you. It seems that you need to start over."

After speaking, he pressed his lips down.

"Oh!" Shen Li couldn't dodge.

He has too much strength.

Was pressed onto the bed, on top of the velvet shirt.

The ten fingers are interlocked, controlling the top of the head.

This is what he calls training.

……

An hour later, there was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

Shen Li sat on the bed slumped, looking at the messy sheets, couldn't help rubbing his temples.

He suffered from a bit of headache, and it happened frequently after meeting Leng Mobai.

Compared with the temple, the right hand and right foot actually hurt more.

Looking towards the bathroom, he really didn't understand what was going on in Leng Mobai's mind?

One moment he looked like he wanted to kill him because of Lin Xinyin, and the next moment he could...

And the press conference, what does he want to do, what does he want to say?

After Leng Mobai came out, he threw the big towel that he had wiped his hair on Shen Li's head.

It smelled of water vapor and body wash.

There is also a touch of musk.

"Go wash up."

He needs to be washed, and it's too uncomfortable to carry his things.

Shen Li gets out of bed.

I had no strength in my right foot, so I couldn't stand firmly and fell to the bed.

Leng Mobai frowned, stepped forward and squatted down, gently rubbing his right leg.

"what happened?"

Shen Li clapped his hands away: "It's okay."

Standing up, he limped into the bathroom.

Just as the door was about to close, Leng Mobai squeezed in: "Let me wash it for you."

"Need not."

Shen Li refused.

"Are you still refusing to listen? Still need to be trained?"

The word "teaching" frightened Shen Li's spine.

Do it again and he will die.

So, he could only let Leng Mobai play around obediently.

Fortunately, when taking a bath, Leng Mobai is quite peaceful.

Coming out of the shower, Leng Mobai gave Shen Li a couple of random snorts of hair, glanced at the crumpled velvet shirt on the bed, and reopened Shen Li's wardrobe.

"It's really... I can't pick out any one." After messing with those hangers, his dislike was beyond words.

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