[Quick Transit] After flirting with the sickly boss

Mo Changkun didn't feel anything below his thighs, but the places he could use were still full of power.

He covered it tightly, and after a lot of tossing, he still didn't show his legs, which made Luo He a little bit unbearable.

The main thing is to move on your own, and you are too tired to panic.

The night passed, as if some kind of switch was turned on for Mo Changkun, and Mo Changkun stayed in the villa.

According to Butler Zhu's information, Mo Changkun used to come here occasionally. This is a place for him to relax, and his address is not here.

Even if Luo He was sent here, it was only for one day, and he has been busy ever since.

He lives in the villa, and Luo He still lives in a separate room.

But every night, Mo Changkun's wheelchair would show up at Luohe's door on time, and push open the door that he was not allowed to lock.

Luohe gave him great nourishment.

All along, because of these legs, even though he is in a high position and has all the power and money, he also knows that in the hearts of others, he is just a cripple.

Day after day, Mo Changkun's mind became darker and his attacks became more unscrupulous, even a little crazy.

However, this behavior stopped after the master was invited.

Mo Changkun heard in a dream that his legs still had a chance to stand up.

For him, Luohe gradually assumed a very important position.

It used to be medicine, but now it seems to be more than medicine.

Before medicine, it was his people first.

Mo Changkun knows how to buy people's hearts.

He likes Luo He's cuteness, so he will naturally hug him back.

Isn't it just that he likes women's clothing? He sees that he doesn't feel disobedient in wearing women's clothing, and he is even very cute. Besides, he is also the one who is convenient to wear skirts, blooming on him like a flower.

Gee.

Mo Changkun waved his hand, buy!

As a result, the huge cloakroom in the villa was occupied by countless high-end women's clothing, including wigs and cosmetics.

Luo He: "..."

I really don't want to say thank you.

He also thought about not wearing skirts in the future, so he still had to maintain his personality?Or does Mo Changkun really like to see him wear skirts?

Facing Mo Changkun's perverted hobbies, Luo He sighed slightly, looking at the short skirts in a cabinet over here, his face turned red.

Mo Changkun thought that his gift had been delivered to his heart, and looked at Luo He blushing with satisfaction, and raised his hand to pinch Luo He's greasy face.

"Your legs are very beautiful. It must be very attractive in a short skirt."

Luo He: "I think so too."

He wanted to masturbate to himself in the mirror.

I have never tried women's clothing before, and I only know how good-looking I am after trying it.

Mo Changkun smiled lowly, "You are not modest." He pointed to another wardrobe in a good mood, "Open it and have a look."

Luo He pulled it away according to his words, and was blinded by a cabinet of sexy clothes.

He couldn't help but glanced at Mo Changkun Xiasanlu, and couldn't help but tighten his chrysanthemum.

Boss, you just said that you can't even stand up, why are you so strong in combat? !

"I'm looking forward to it." Mo Changkun said.

"...You should be more restrained," Luo He pulled the closet and couldn't help muttering: "You do this too often, I feel that I am seriously worn out."

Mo Changkun was amused by his aggrieved look, and when he stretched out his hand, Luo He put his chin across. He scratched Luo He's chin like a cat, and couldn't help but kiss Luo He again.

"Take it."

There is no room for Luohe to resist.

Mo Changkun controls the wheelchair by himself in the villa, and he only asks people to do it when he needs help outside.

But to him, even if it has been like this for many years, knowing that he can't take care of himself without help from others, it is still like a bloody knife stabbed in a wound that has never healed.

Mo Changkun hated this very much.

Luo He would not push a wheelchair for him, and Mo Changkun never moved to the bed in front of him. Luo He did the scrubbing after the cloud and rain, but he never tried to untie Mo Changkun's pants. Look at his What are the legs like.

This made Mo Changkun like Luo He even more.

Luo He didn't have any concept of superiority or inferiority towards him, so Mo Changkun also indulged him.

This surprised Butler Zhu.

Mo Changkun is not easy to get along with, he pays special attention to the order of respect and order outside, and those who don't respect him will probably end badly.

But Luohe is different.

Luo He eats casually with him at the same table.

Luo He himself didn't think it was anything special.

If Mo Changkun didn't leave, he couldn't check the progress of the strategy.

And he has never paid too much attention to Mo Changkun's legs, because he has already discovered during getting along that Mo Changkun's shadow on his own legs is too deep, making him sensitive and scary, who accidentally touches his legs? Just one injury, he would like to kill the whole family.

He is Mo Changkun's medicine.

No matter how Mo Changkun wants to use him to treat him, as long as it works on these legs, Mo Changkun's psychological shadow will gradually get better as his legs get better.

Luo He felt sorry for Mo Changkun like this.

Therefore, he is very obedient.

After staying in the villa for a week, I didn't leave the villa.

Mo Changkun likes to stay with Luo He, and he will never go to a meeting if it can be resolved by video conference. The snowflake-like banquet can be pushed as soon as he can, but today's banquet cannot be pushed.

"You stay at home and wait for me to come back."

Mo Changkun lowered his eyes, Luo He bent down and lowered his head to tie his tie.

The shining blond hair fell in front of him like the sun, making his eyes narrow slightly, and he touched it subconsciously. It felt silky and warm to the touch, not like the intense hot sun.

But still so beautiful.

Luo He tied a tie for him, neatly and beautifully.

Mo Changkun was a little dissatisfied that he didn't answer what he said, thinking he didn't hear it, so he repeated it again.

"Stay at home and wait for me to come back, don't run around, you know?"

"What time are you coming back?"

"Not sure, I'll try to get back as soon as possible."

"Okay, if you come back late, I won't wait for you and leave the door for you."

Mo Changkun nodded in satisfaction, took Luo He, who was wearing a dark Lolita dress, into his arms, and kissed him domineeringly.

Luo He had a slender waist and was embraced by him, almost completely embedded in his arms.

Fortunately, he didn't put on the panniers because he thought it was troublesome, but the soft and thick skirt with layers of black lace and red bows was pressed on Mo Changkun's legs, almost occupying Mo Changkun's field of vision.

No matter how flexible Luo He was in this posture, he couldn't bear the soreness in his back. He knelt on the wheelchair with one leg, and his hands were empty. Mo Changkun pressed the back of his head and kissed him.

It took seven or eight minutes for this kiss before Mo Changkun withdrew as if he was a little satisfied. He pressed the ends of Luo He's red eyes, feeling indescribably satisfied.

He even didn't want to go to this banquet.

This thought just passed by in a flash, but Mo Changkun didn't think there was anything wrong.

"You look like a chocolate cake today. I don't like sweets, but you are delicious." Mo Changkun's hooliganism is commonplace, "I should go, I will bring you a gift back."