[Rebirth] The little milk bag of the sick and charming president is soft and delicious

When Yu Ze rushed over in a hurry, he was greeted by a steamed bun eating roast chicken.

The milk bun was extraordinarily ferocious, holding a chicken leg with each hand, and then opened his mouth wide to gnaw directly, until his hands and mouth were full of yellow oil.

"Eat it!" Seeing Yu Zeshen rushing forward, Mo Zhixi tore off a piece of meat, chewed it and swallowed it twice, then raised the whole chicken that was still dripping with oil, and said with a smile.

That smile was warm and warm, like drunk warm wine, which made Yu Zeshen's eyes darken.

"See?" Yu Zeshen asked.

"Weibo? I saw it." Mo Zhixi replied heartlessly.

Yu Zeshen sat across from Mo Zhixi, he thought that the milk bun was taking the white flour bun again to cover the shattered stuffing inside.

However, what overflowed from this steamed stuffed bun was only the fragrant smell when it was just out of the oven, and the joy all over.

That baji baji look, those "crunchy" small white teeth that snap into two when biting a bone...

There is no trace of sadness on the face of this milk bun, it's sad.It's completely a black stuffed bun with a big smile that makes its ass bloom.

"The public relations department will handle the Weibo matter, and the black hands behind the scenes can't get away. Those people are just trolls." Yu Ze took a wet tissue, and wiped Xi Bao's oily paws one by one.

"Xi Bao still has me to teach, how can there be no one to teach like they said." Yu Zeshen said the most serious love words, and there was no trace of flirting on his face.

"Hmm." Mo Zhixi bulged his cheeks, he pursed his lips, and then said quite calmly, "Teach me what? Teach me how to have sex."

Yu Ze was deeply shocked.

However, he still seriously and seriously recited the words of comfort that he racked his brains to come up with when he came flying.

"Where Xibao needs to steal other people's things, mine is yours, and if it is not yours, I will make a better one for Xibao."

"It's not that no one likes the proud and arrogant Xi Bao, I just like that unreasonable Xi Bao."

"I also like the domineering and unreasonable Ah Shen." Mo Zhixi's mouth today seemed to be smeared with honey, and Yu Zeshen liked the sweet taste very much.

"What did you eat today?"

"I ate honey named Yu Zeshen."

"You." Yu Zeshen couldn't say anything else to such a baby, he just pampered and got tired of this baby.

"Xi Bao turn around and show me."

"What are you looking at?" Mo Zhixi was good at pretending to be stupid.He felt that the big bag hadn't gone yet, and he didn't want to show Ah Shen.

"Look at your head, isn't it knocked? See if you are stupid." Yu Zeshen wiped the oil off the cub's mouth.

"Not stupid." Mo Zhixi swelled into a ball, "That's a sweeter hit."

This clever cub took great pains to keep his Ah Shen from worrying.

He knocked out a big bag.This strong man must blame himself again for smashing his white and tender bun.

And he didn't want to see any trace of self-blame and worry in those dark to dull eyes.

His Ah Shen should coax him domineeringly and forcefully, instead of worrying about him.

"Look, there's honey in that bulging bag, so sweet, it can kill your teeth."

Mo Zhixi tilted her head playfully. "Hiss—" The big honey bun hurt a little, he endured it!

"Blowing and blowing won't hurt anymore." Yu Zeshen remembered that when his mother was still there, someone would coax him. At that time, when he fell and hurt, his mother would blow on the place where he knocked.

"It still hurts, it still hurts—" Mo Zhixi moved her head closer, and yelled, "Blow it again! Hard!"

Such an excited and excited little appearance, those who didn't know it thought they were exercising on the bed, creating those indescribable and extremely ambiguous pictures.

Yu Zeshen also followed Mo Zhixi's wishes. He held the white flour milk bun and blew on it.

I don't know how long it took, but the bun didn't stop until the bun smiled and gnawed on the chicken again until only a pile of bones and a leg remained.

"This is for you." Mo Zhixi put her greasy hands in front of Yu Zeshen with her legs raised.

Yu Zeshen was not polite, and took a bite of Mo Zhixi's hand.

"Aw!" Mo Zhixi stared, his eyes were hazy, "Let you eat chicken legs!"

"Your hands are more fragrant."

"Old pervert." Mo Zhixi stuffed the chicken leg into Yu Zeshen's hand, then thrust his waist fiercely, threatening: "Stay here obediently, don't run around with me!"

"Otherwise... um... I won't sleep with you at night!"

"Tch." Yu Zeshen chuckled. "good."

"Then I'm going to film. Don't run around." Mo Zhixi turned her head three times a step, with a serious face, and her words were full of worries.

Yu Zeshen was not bored, he just liked Xi Bao's lively way of "flashing his teeth and claws" in front of him.

"Go, I'll wait for you here."

Mo Zhixi got the promise and walked away bouncing around.This inexperienced milk bun has never experienced what it means to be "cunning".

As soon as Mo Zhixi left, Yu Zeshen followed.He has not seen his Xi Bao filming yet, this time he will not miss anything.

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On the first day of the fall of Kyoto, the walls of the Huo Mansion fell.Huo Tang became the little master of the Huo Mansion again.

Because the people who occupy the magpie's nest...all ran away.

This year's ditang flowers are still blooming brilliantly and don't know the world affairs, but the young boy who was full of smiles back then has lost his pair of clear eyes.

It was a chilly spring day, but the light of the day couldn't get through.Covered by thick clouds, so faint, just like his Huo Tang...

Huo Tang's body has long since been disabled, the stomach he raised so proudly since he was a child can't stand starvation and beatings at all, and he, Huo Tang, has endured such days for almost a year.

It's ridiculous that the day when the capital fell was the day when he, Huo Tang, was freed.

Mo Zhixi has experienced that kind of despair before, as if wading through deep water, unable to see the light, and unable to turn back.At that time, it seemed that letting oneself be swallowed by deep water was the only relief.

The actor's empathy made the corners of Mo Zhixi's eyes tingle, and his heart seemed to be poured with deep water, throbbing and heavy.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the wide-open Huo Mansion. That place leads to the outside of the city, which is the way...

On the way, it was empty.

Huo Tang's eyes were so empty that it made people feel distressed. Everyone knew what he was waiting for, but they didn't seem to know.

He, Huo Tang, was probably just waiting for this piece of Ditang flowers. The bright yellow color was the same as a year ago. He was lying under the flowers, his brother had just returned from martial arts training, and his elder sister came with flower cakes...

"A Tang..."

"A Tang..."

It's a familiar voice.