Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Looking at the women's information and body projections on the screen, Yan Mu's eyes did not change at all. There was no difference from when he usually looked at documents and information.

The woman displayed on the data board was both fat and thin, but it did not cause Yan Mu to have any additional emotional fluctuations.

It was replaced by the indifference that was so familiar to Butler Y2.

Thinking of the little girl in his dream, Yan Mu lowered his eyes and whispered: "Screen out the petite, exquisite and cute types."

Butler y2 (?□?): "Okay, Mr. Yanmu."

The messages on the data pad in Yan Mu's hand quickly decreased, leaving only a dozen, half of them underage.

Yan Mu almost read the information with a cold face, and then looked at the housekeeper Y2 with a look that looked at garbage.

"Does your program need to be reset?"

Housekeeper Y2 felt aggrieved because she was "petite, exquisite and cute" as the master ordered.

"That's it."

Yan Mu casually put the data pad on the table, got up and went back to the bedroom, lying on the bed quietly waiting for midnight to arrive.

After another night of watching the Erotic Palace, Yan Mu felt a little irritable when he woke up.

He ignored the flying butler Y2, picked up the data tablet, looked at yesterday's information, pointed at a few, and ordered: "In the name of the Y.M Consortium, invite them to the dinner."

"Okay, Mr. Yanmu."

In this world, conglomerates stand at the top of society, and there are differences among them. The Y.M consortium is the top of the pyramid.

When a letter was sent out and the consortium members saw that the consortium lady was invited, they all started a heated discussion, wondering whether it was a blind date dinner.

As for Yan Mu's preference for lolita types, they only dared to mutter a few words in their hearts and did not dare to show anything on the surface.

The dinner was held at 10:[-] pm. Every invited lady from the consortium was dressed up to attend. Their faces with exquisite make-up looked beautiful and cute in every smile.

When Yan Mu came down from the high-rise office, he attracted the attention of all the women in the room.

The slim-fitting suit outlines his tall and tall figure. His eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose are all carefully crafted to perfection. His appearance is already extremely attractive. Coupled with his status as the leader of the Y.M consortium, to these women, he is comparable to The torch in the dark night made them rush towards it regardless of their own safety.

Even the flame of this torch is cold.

Many people are eager to try.

Yan Mu paid no attention to anyone. He seemed to have forgotten the original intention of hosting this dinner. He picked up a glass of wine from the waiter and took a big sip.

He had never commented on women before, but today, when he saw these people, he subconsciously compared them with the little girl in his dream.

Her hair is not as smooth and black as hers, her eyes are not as innocent and charming as hers, her face is not as delicate as hers, she is also petite, but not as delicate and graceful as hers, her buttocks are perky...

How crazy!

He was actually thinking about a married woman!

Yan Mu's expression was as cold as ice. He had just come down and returned to the top-floor office, and had several bottles of top-quality spirits delivered to him.

He poured himself a glass, and when he drank the strong drink, it was almost like a flame, burning from his mouth, through his throat, into his stomach, and igniting his body.

He pulled off his collar and looked at the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, drinking one glass after another.

Yan Mu was awakened by the woman's soft, waxy and special metallic voice.

In fact, he was not sober, and his thoughts were still focused on those bottles of spirits.

At that time, he was looking at the neon lights outside the window, and what appeared on the floor-to-ceiling windows was the little girl in his dream.

With a clean and bare face, she likes to wear floral skirts and walk around the house barefoot. She often has a shy and sweet smile on her face, and her eyes are full of charm.

Like a fruit from the last century, guava, it is still green on the outside, but the flesh on the inside is already ripe pink, tender and incredibly attractive.

When Yan Mu tried to turn his attention to other girls through the dinner party and vent the desires that were gradually building up in his heart, he obviously failed.

That little girl became a unique being.

"Liao Cang, come here and eat cake!"

The little girl's voice sounded again, and the comforting warm fragrance lingered on the tip of Yan Mu's nose again.

He saw the man named Liao Cang walking past him and entering the kitchen.

Yan Mu followed in.

The kitchen was not big, even pitifully small in his opinion.

Liao Cang walked step by step towards the petite figure who was still busy with his back to them.

Zhu Baishao decorated the cake, then dipped a little extra cream with her fingers and put it in her mouth. She smiled and said, "With just these few ingredients, I thought it wouldn't be delicious! Liaocang, come and try it." !”

As she spoke, she turned her face away and looked at Liao Cang with crooked eyebrows.

At this time, there was still a little cream left on her lips, and a little milky white on her red lips, which was pure and lustful.

Yan Mu saw Liao Cang's Adam's apple rolling up and down several times.

He felt ridiculous for a moment.

Doesn't this little girl know that maybe she is more attractive than the so-called cake?

As Liao Cang stepped forward, Yan Mu suddenly felt an impulse in his heart.

If this is a dream, he is the master of the dream, can he control it?

Maybe he was really drunk, Yan Mu thought, and stepped forward to push Liao Cang. The world spun, making him dizzy. When he regained consciousness, he was already standing in front of Zhu Baishao.

"Happy birthday, brother, do you want to try it?"

Zhu Baishao took out a piece of the extra cake on one side, held it on tiptoes and handed it over, with bright eyes and some kind of gentle emotion.

Yan Mu frowned slightly, was he replacing that Liao Cang?

He glanced at the cake and tentatively said, "I don't like cake."

Then he clearly saw that the eyes of the little girl in front of him suddenly dimmed, and her long eyelashes drooped, casting a cluster of green shadows on her fair and tender skin.

"Well, that's fine."

Zhu Baishao was a little disappointed, and slowly took back the hand that had been raised high. He wanted to turn around and put it back, but Yan Mu grabbed his wrist.

"But, if you made it, I'd like to taste it."

Yan Mu's voice was trembling and hoarse.

He had lived by the rules for the past 30 years, and this was the first time that he had done something so outrageous and wanted to do something that he shouldn't do to a married woman.

But, this is a dream.

Everything in the dream is false...

Maybe if you indulge once, he won't be affected.

Zhu Baishao blinked, a smile appeared on his face again, and he raised the cake again, "The cream is very sweet, very... um..."

She was only halfway through her words when a hand lifted her chin, and then warmth hit her.

Yan Mu has seen it so many times and already knows the matter about the bed.

His tall and tall figure almost enveloped Zhu Baishao, and he bent his noble waist for a woman for the first time.