High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 660
The words fell.

The boy took down the hands that fell to his waist, and while leaving the embrace, he stretched out his hands and pulled off his collar, and slightly tilted his head.

Then he threw two words at Yang Moyan, "Wait a minute."

Turn around and run to the closet in that room.

He opened the closet and rummaged through it. After a long time, he found a set of black sweaters and a beige windbreaker.

"Here, this set."

Turning out the clothes, Lin Zhaoxia threw them all to Yang Moyan with a wave of her hand.

However, Yang Moyan who received this set of clothes did not change immediately, but looked at the set of clothes, and the eyes that turned back from those dark green pupils paused, "...yours?"

"My brother's."

Young Master Yang's eyes immediately fluctuated a little.

But he seemed to be enduring something, and he didn't break out in front of the young man.

But Lin Zhaoxia looked at the man in front of him holding the suit and didn't move for a long time, only to realize that the man in front of him had a cleanliness disorder.

Looking at his eyes.

The overflow between the fluctuations is full of two words...dislike.

The boy couldn't hold back, and smiled with a tug on the corner of his lips, "Don't worry, this is new."

As she spoke, she took the clothes back, turned down the neckline, and took out the label that hadn't been cut off, "You can rest assured now, last time my brother came over to get it, but he forgot if he put it here later." take it back."

Then Lin Zhaoxia saw that the turmoil in the dark green pupils of Young Master Yang in front of him slowly calmed down, and she responded with a single tone: "En."

Speaking of this dress.

In fact, Lin Zhaoxia suddenly remembered it just now.

All the models and so on are Lin Xuanchen's size, but the guy forgot to take them away after bringing them.

And she also forgot to remind her, so she kept it there for an unknown how long.

Yang Moyan's clothes are finished.

The space stopped again.

The boy couldn't help but tugged on his neckline again.

The nape of the neckline was itchy and painful, an inexplicable feeling.

Just like in training yesterday.

But it is not as strong as the feeling now.

She resisted the feeling of wanting to touch it, and stretched out her hand to tug on the neckline twice again.

As a result, that feeling became stronger.

Obviously Young Master Yang also noticed the young man's movements.

I also noticed that the boy's movement was not just a single move.

His eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hand, "What's going on?"

During the speech, he had already pulled the boy over and flipped the boy's back neckline.

Lin Zhaoxia didn't even have time to avoid the actions of a certain young master, the back of her neck was already chilled.

Then something warm was attached.

It was Yang Moyan's finger.

The boy trembled uncontrollably.

Do not misunderstand.

It just hurts.

"famous."

The indifferent voice spat out two words.

The boy raised his eyebrows, "Red?"

"kindness."

As always, young master Yang cherishes words like gold.

After such a single syllable, he walked to the closet and took out a set of the boy's daily wear, and threw it to the boy, "Put it on, and I'll take you to see it after breakfast."

Inexplicable.

Yang Moyan saw that after his words fell, the young man's eyes lit up.

Then I saw the boy in front of me with a sinister arc, "So, can I go to class later?"

Yang Moyan narrowed his eyes slightly, "You seem very happy?"

not happy?

As long as it's all about not going to class, or in fact, the teenager is still sleepy, so naturally he doesn't want to go to class, and when he hears the news that he can go a little later, he naturally feels like a flower has blossomed in his mood.

But the heart is like this, but the boy on the face is quietly covering up the turmoil in his heart, "No, the little boyfriend loves to study so much, it's just a pity, it seems to be missing some interesting lessons."

(End of this chapter)