[Quick Transit] After flirting with the sickly boss

Before Mo Ye came, the heavy rain came first.

In an instant, the entire villa was shrouded in torrential rain, as if surrounded by water vapor and haze.

The sound insulation of the villa is very good. After Zhu Butler closed the window, he couldn't even hear the sound of rain hitting the window. If he hadn't seen the violent raindrops on the window, Luo He would have thought it was calm outside.

When it rained, it got dark very quickly, from the level of the evening to the level of the dark night, and even revealed a little ominous smell.

Luohe had dinner, but housekeeper Zhu didn't know what he was busy with, and the figure disappeared again.

He took the dishes to the kitchen to wash and put them away. Butler Zhu suddenly appeared at the door of the kitchen, holding the phone in one hand and sticking it to his ear:

"Yes, master, I'm still here... I just ate my fill, I'm in good condition, and I'm ready."

Luo He: "Is it Lord Mo?"

Butler Zhu responded to the phone, "Master, he wants to talk to you."

Luo He couldn't help but sigh, this housekeeper is really good.

She handed her the phone, but Luo He didn't answer it, but just walked over.

There was no sound on the phone.

Luo He softened his voice, "Master Mo, it's raining late at night, be careful on the road, I'll wait for you here."

"So cute—"

A low, magnetic male voice came.

That voice didn't fit the word "Ye", neither old and hoarse, nor rough and ugly.

On the contrary, it looks like the voice actor's subwoofer to the extreme, and every word and every word makes people's hearts flutter.

There is only one difference, in this voice, one can easily hear the gloomy taste that makes one's bones chill.

Luo He was caught off guard by a slap in the face.

Before we met face to face, I was praised as a good boy first.

Butler Zhu took back his phone, answered a few more words, looked at Luo He inexplicably, and hung up the phone.

"The master is going to be late, you wait first."

"Ah."

Butler Zhu couldn't help saying a few more words: "You are doing well now, don't do stupid things to anger the master."

Luo He slightly bent his eyes, "Don't worry, I know what to do."

Throw down his family's old Gong!

After so much training, he has been handy.

Luo He didn't want to stay in the living room, and went back to the room after playing games like wooden figures face to face or disappearing women with Zhu Butler.

After a while, he fell asleep on the comfortable big bed.

The black luxury car drove into the courtyard, and after the door opened, a man in black pushed a man in a wheelchair out of the car.

The man looked a little tired, but housekeeper Zhu's umbrella was seamlessly connected to the roof of the car, without leaking a single drop of rain.

Mo Changkun entered the villa and waved his hand to signal the bodyguards to leave.

"What about others?"

Housekeeper Zhu said respectfully, "I'll wait for you in the room."

"Today is really a bit abnormal."

Mo Changkun closed his eyes, unable to figure out what Luo He wanted to do, but he was sure that nothing could threaten him.

If you want to kill him with a knife, it will only make him more excited.

"You go to rest first."

Butler Zhu: "Yes."

With inexplicable expectations, Mo Changkun took the elevator upstairs, controlled the electric wheelchair to the door of Luo He's room, pushed the door lightly, and the covered door opened.

The light was on in the room, and he saw the sleeping Luo He at a glance.

The courage has really grown, not to mention that he didn't run away, but he dared to sleep while waiting for him.

Mo Changkun closed the door, and the wheelchair drove to the bed.

Luo He had a good dream.

Dreaming of the vicious Qin Ying crying all day long.

When he was in a good mood, the cold feeling coming from his face made him frown uncomfortably, waved away the dream, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

A young man in a wheelchair was watching him.

Exactly the same as in the clip, wearing a black Tang suit, not angry and majestic, with a gloomy and terrifying demeanor.

What's more, his hand was pinching his cheek.

Luo He blinked in confusion.

"Master Mo?"

With a move of Mo Changkun's fingers, he pouted his face. The originally exquisite beauty suddenly became silly, but he didn't show any sign of fear. Even those eyes were looking straight at him.

Really enlightened.

I know how to seduce him.

If it were someone else, Mo Changkun wouldn't care, anyway, don't even try to get close to him, but when Luo He's affectionate drooping eyes looked at him, he actually had the urge to try to seduce him.

It's bewitched.

Luo He didn't know why he was fascinated by it, so he didn't have to think that he was so stupid.

"The mud fat is here."

Luo He said vaguely, trying to break away from Mo Changkun's hand.

Mo Changkun rubbed his fingers on the delicate skin twice, and then withdrew his hand, exuding the aura of a big boss.

"Are you seducing me?"

he asked with a sexy subwoofer.

Luo He's heart was pounding, he nodded repeatedly, and sat up.

"Master Mo, how do you want to eat me?"

Mo Changkun was taken aback, this little girl was really enthusiastic, and she couldn't wait.

He glanced at the cute little girl's chest, which was as flat as a slate, but her waist was very thin, and it must feel very good when she grasped it. The quilt covered her, but judging by the length of the quilt, her legs Also very long.

"Are you really grown?"

Luo He looked down at his chest: "...I really can't do anything about this."

If you want to grow breasts, you have to go to a world with strange physiques, such as milk production, but unfortunately, you can’t write about the discordant content below the neck, so you won’t travel to this kind of world. .

He blushed slightly in embarrassment, Mo Changkun really wanted to taste her now.

It was the first time he had such a desire.

Fierce, wild, and possessive.

Anyway, it's his medicine, so it's up to him to decide how to take it.

Mo Changkun wanted to see those tender legs under the skirt, and he was about to lift the quilt, but Luo He suddenly remembered something, quickly pressed the quilt, and smiled at him.

Mo Changkun's eyes were slightly deep, and his hands traced the marks of protruding legs on the quilt.

"what happened?"

The ordinary question made him feel threatened.

Luo He just had a dream, and the body still has an instinctive physiological reaction that has not subsided.

He was afraid that as soon as the quilt was lifted, the undeveloped flat-chested girl in Mo Yan's heart would be instantly shattered.

Luo He pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, "I'm afraid that the quilt will be lifted, and you don't want me."

Mo Changkun: "Oh?"

He pinched Luo He's thigh ambiguously with his fingers, provoking Luo He's reason every time.

The man's ability in this area is so strong that he can learn it without a teacher, and Luo He's desire to flirt cannot subside even more. If it weren't for some quilts on his upper body, the small tent would be exposed.

The more Luo He said that, the more he wanted to know.

It was almost unquestionable to lift the quilt, but Luo He did not stop this time.

As soon as the quilt was lifted, the piece of white and pure skirt fabric between the legs was pushed out of a small tent.

Mo Changkun: "..."

He stared at it in disbelief.

Luo He said sincerely: "Master Mo, are you surprised? Although I don't have breasts, I have birds! We can take them out and compare who is bigger!"

Mo Changkun didn't feel nauseated or had any adverse reactions.

After the surprise passed, his first reaction was to let Luo He come to him, because Luo He was calculated by the master, so he brought the little girl back at that time, thinking that this person has a clean background, and he did not I thought about giving him a full body check.

Only now did I realize that it wasn't a little girl.

Mo Changkun actually had the feeling that it should be like this.

It seemed that in his subconscious mind, the little girl's appearance was wrong, and the flat chest was also wrong, and this appearance was his original appearance.

But why wear women's clothing, although there is no sense of disobedience.

Do you like to wear women's clothes, or do you deliberately use women's clothes to confuse your eyes?

"you lied to me."

Mo Changkun's voice was light, gloomy and indifferent, and he seemed angry.

"I didn't want to lie to you, I like to wear skirts, and I'm very scared these days, and I dare not tell you about this kind of thing."

Luo He said pitifully, took the initiative to get out of bed, and stood beside Mo Changkun's wheelchair.

Mo Changkun was indifferent and perverted, but he had a pretty face.

At this moment, his thin lips were slightly pursed. He was in poor health and his lips were turning blue, but in Luo He's eyes, he couldn't wait to kiss him.

He thought so, and he did so.

When he is not pretending to be a girl, even if he is wearing a skirt, he will not look so feminine.

The lips of the indistinguishable and delicate young man are red, moist and fiery.

When he was on top, Mo Changkun even thought that a fire was lit, otherwise how could he have the illusion that his bones were burned to the point of joy.

Luo He didn't take advantage for long, Mo Changkun pressed his shoulders, forcing him to straddle the wheelchair, and kissed in a shameful posture.

Mo Changkun's proficiency was terrifyingly fast. It might be better to say that he just obeyed the plundering desire in his bones, and quickly turned from defense to offense. He kissed Luo He until his cheeks were flushed, and he couldn't breathe, so he separated a distance.

It was a wonderful experience.

But there are also less wonderful things.

Mo Changkun said thoughtfully: "Who have you dated before? You are very skilled."

"Maybe it's because I beat a lot of cherry stems with my tongue." Luo He looked at him with moist eyes, and already felt the change in him, "I'll go down and get something."

"Yes." Mo Changkun said, "Bring another drink."

Luo He went to get the things that needed to be prepared, but fortunately, Housekeeper Zhu had everything here like a treasure chest.

Under Steward Zhu's watchful eye, he took lubricating oil, red wine and a wine glass. Before he left, he thought of something and asked Steward Zhu, "Excuse me, do you have any cherries with stems?"

When he returned to the bedroom with a lot of things, Mo Changkun had already moved from the wheelchair to the bed.

Hidden in his trousers, his long, immobile legs hung over the edge of the bed, out of sight.

Luo He first poured red wine to sober up in front of Mo Changkun, then took a bunch of things to the bathroom, and prepared himself as quickly as possible.

When he returned, his eyes were full of emotion, his gaze was shining brightly, and he was only wrapped in a bath towel, moving his heart and soul every step of the way.

Luo He thought it would be inconvenient for him to attack his legs, so he should take the initiative.

When he got to the bedside, he performed a cherry stem knot for Mo Changkun.

When the small knot was pushed out by the flexible and tender tongue, Mo Changkun's eyes were as dark as ink.

His voice became more and more colorful and angry.

"Xiaohe, sit up."

Move yourself.