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

"I'm slowly saving." Mo Zhixi pinched Yu Zeshen's Weibo, out of sight and out of mind.

Among the [-] fans, there are not many active fans, so this idle milk bun has enough energy to reply one by one.

[Naixi,Naixi rushes forward: Wow!When the young master smiled, the old mother's heart almost melted!Mamma Mia~, I suck~ I suck~ I suck——]

[It's your Mo Zhixi: it's Zhixi, not Naixi, don't suck if the name is wrong! 】

Mo Zhixi hummed twice, lay on Yu Zeshen's lap, pouted his little buttocks.He just wants to be Yu Zeshen's milk bun, and if he wants to suck it, he will only suck it for Yu Zeshen.

【Is Your Majesty taking drugs? Isn't this the little rookie who steals the show? 】

【It's your Mo Zhixi: I suggest going upstairs to the Third Kyoto Hospital to take a look~】

The third hospital in Kyoto mainly accepts mental patients.

[Ye Qingjie: Crowdfunding to steal the young master, I can Huo Tang!The salty but shameless Young Master Huo obediently lies on the bed and waits for him~]

[It's your Mo Zhixi: Kick it away~ Wow! 】

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Mo Zhixi likes to chat, but his previous Weibo was controlled by Zhang Jinpai, and he didn't post every word or deed himself.

At that time wow, he secretly hid a mobile phone, looked at his disgusting tone on Weibo, and almost choked on a mouthful of milk.

No wonder, at that time, the rotten wall fell down and everyone stepped on it.

Every now and then, Zhang Jinpai used his Weibo to call his little brother and his little sister.Such a "Mo Zhixi" does not disgust netizens.

In the previous life, the names of the scheming little white lotus and the dark green tea bitch were probably created in this way.

It's all right now, if he likes to chat, he can chat, if he likes to be nasty, he can be nasty, and he can do whatever he likes!Anyway, with his Ah Shen in his pocket, he wants to be the funniest milk bun in the entertainment circle.

Turn over the deepest waves, say the most coquettish words, and make the whitest buns filled with black milk!

Yu Zeshen kept looking at his treasure, chatting happily with his fans.The cuteness, stupidity, fierceness with arms crossed, or mouth curled up and whimpering are all aimed at the group of fans.

Yu Ze's deep vinegar jar was overturned, and the sour smell filled the whole space.

"Xi Bao."

"What's wrong!" Mo Zhixi was so busy that he poked his fingers at the keyboard and didn't have time to look up.

"You are always aggressive and dissatisfied with your desires." Yu Zeshen bent down, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring at this milk bun as if staring at a piece of delicious, fat and tender meat.

"Do it yourself." Mo Zhixi's little face was ruthless, he tilted his head, lay on Yu Zeshen's lap, and stared at the bulge with his small eyes.

"Ample food and clothing!"

"Without Xi Bao's hand, it would be boring."

When it comes to driving, Mo Zhixi has never been Yu Zeshen's opponent. After all, Nai Baozi is still a white-skinned, and cannot be compared with a senior driver like Yu Zeshen.

"Here you are, here you are."

With a red face, Mo Zhixi took out a paw and handed it to Yu Zeshen.It's just a piston movement with his hand, so why panic.

Yu Ze kissed this Xibao deeply.That soft look made him no matter what to do.

However, Naixi didn't want to part with him, Ah Shen panicked, her little hand unzipped the zipper decisively and boldly, and held it with one hand...

A muffled groan came out, and Yu Zeshen almost lost his mind. He pinched the leather car seat with both hands, and his face was stained with extremely strong lust and restraint.

"Xibao..."

Yu Zeshen almost choked out the sound from his throat.

"Yes, yes." Mo Zhixi's little hands moved stiffly, he wished he could bury his face in the ground.

"Move, hurry up."

Nai Baozi felt that he was being roasted on the fire. At first, it was warm and warm, but later it was scorching hot, which made his heart unbearable.

In the not-so-small space of the car, a musky smell came, and that smell made this pure milk bun blush.

"Can you bear it?"

"What!" Mo Zhixi was startled, he stared and almost jumped up.

What, what can you bear!He was just a little bit sore, that's all.

Yu Zeshen was relieved, and there was a trace of laziness in his brows and eyes, so he just hugged the milk bun and put it in his arms to keep him tender for a while.

"I mean, can you stand the smell? Are you dizzy?"

Mo Zhixi gets motion sickness, but he still likes to eat the smelly buns in the car, but at that time the windows are always open.

Yu Zeshen was afraid that the smell in the car would make Mo Zhixi uncomfortable.

"No dizziness! You won't be dizzy after coaxing."

Mo Zhixi was actually a little dizzy.That musky smell lingered in his mind, like a stick stirring wine, muddying a jar of wine.

But as long as he thinks that if he opens the car window, the smell will disperse like snail noodles...

Wow!His face, is it going to be trampled on the ground!

This time he didn't go back to Jianan's residence, so Yu Zeshen asked Xun You to drive the car to the largest shopping mall.

Then he led the dizzy Xi Bao to the supermarket.

When Mo Zhixi used to go shopping in the supermarket, he always imagined that one day he would push a small trolley with his left hand and right hand, and then pick and pull the shelves, picking and pulling whatever he saw.

But at that time, he held on to 2000 yuan pitifully every month, and then lived on his fingers.

He dare not buy things without clearly marked prices; he cannot buy things that satisfy his appetite.

I also occasionally go to the promotional area to take a look, pick and choose, and look at a delicious thing, and then hold it after a long time.

Mo Zhixi didn't think that life was bitter either.His thick skin was at least the result of pawing at the promotional shelves.

But now that he can push two small carts, Mo Zhixi is extremely happy.The past is unbearable, he just needs to be sweet now.

"I want to eat! I want to eat! I want to eat—" Mo Zhixi likes "crunchy" things. Potato chips, French fries, crispy rice, twist... are all his favorites.

Yu Zeshen manages a sub-entertainment company. He knows that as an artist, the most important thing is to maintain weight and reduce appetite.

But this set of iron rules was placed in front of Mo Zhixi, and he, Yu Zeshen, would take the initiative to melt the iron rules without the milk bun making any noises of dissatisfaction.

"Xi Bao, is there enough cars? If not enough, I will push another one." Yu Zeshen looked at the hills piled up on the small cart, and he marveled at how ferocious this milk bun's hands-on ability is.

Like locusts passing through, leaving not a single grain behind.

"One, is the truck full?" Mo Zhixi was so happy when he was pawing, but now he found out that he actually loaded a truck full of junk food.

Whatever it is, Naixi's stomach is made of iron, and junk food won't break it.

"One more!"

Mo Zhixi stretched out his hand, his voice was childish and well-behaved.It seemed that the one who had been brutally mopped up just now was just a strange person named "Mo Zhixi".

It's not him, Mo Naixi!