The host of fast travel is Bailian in the prosperous age

Yu Zhu's heart trembled, and he closed his eyes not to look at Xu Moshu.

Xu Moshu is too obedient.

He was afraid... He would have unreasonable thoughts about him.

After all, his freedom is no longer his own.

Xu Moshu smiled softly, but did not continue.

Enough is enough, he also knows.

Just when both of them fell into endless silence, Di Chengliang came back.

As soon as Xu Moshu looked up, he saw Di Chengliang coming in from the door.

He was a little surprised, and it took him a long time to react: "...Mr. Liangcheng...Young Master?"

Di Chengliang's lips moved a few times, but he didn't say a word.

But there was no embarrassment in the atmosphere, on the contrary, there was some ambiguity.

In this wonderful atmosphere of love, an impatient voice suddenly came from the inn.

"Xiaoer, why hasn't my food been served yet? Hurry up!"

Xu Moshu came back to his senses, touched his nose in a little embarrassment, turned his head and yelled loudly: "Okay, I'll go and have a look right away!"

As he said that, he hurriedly turned his head and went to the kitchen to urge the cook, but was suddenly blocked by Di Chengliang.

Xu Moshu's eyebrows twitched, he was about to bypass Dicheng Liang, but was hugged by Dicheng Liang.

"Moshu..." Di Chengliang lay on Xu Moshu's shoulders like a big dog, obediently like a little white rabbit: "Forgive me, please..."

Tsk, is this trying to kill him by showing off his cuteness?

But Xu Moshu didn't like this, he frowned, and his tone was extremely flat: "I have to do something."

With that said, he was about to leave.

"I'll help you, I'll help you..." Hearing Xu Moshu's words, Di Chengliang immediately rushed to the kitchen as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, extremely diligent.

Looking at Di Chengliang, who was diligent, Xu Moshu showed a satisfied smile.

It's so comfortable not having to do anything!

Looking at the things on the screen, Lan Mi whispered in her heart: You are lazy if you are lazy, why make up a reason to ask the target to do things for you?

But he didn't dare to say it, after all, he couldn't make Xu Mo Shu angry anymore.

Otherwise, there is no hope of upgrading.

"Mo Shu, you rest at the side first, I will help you with things..."

"Mo Shu, what do you want to eat, do you want me to buy pastries for you?"

"Moshu..."

"Moshu..."

All afternoon, Xu Moshu was accepting the hospitality of Emperor Cheng Liangxian without any psychological burden.

Tsk... Xu Moshu sighed, it's great to have someone to help with things!

So comfortable.

"Moshu." After finishing everything, Di Chengliang stood obediently in front of Xu Moshu, with a look of "I was bullied", looking extremely wronged: "Forgive me, please..."

Based on the principle that the object is the treasure of the heart, Xu Moshu didn't give Di Chengliang a smile at all: "I'm sorry, I'm not good enough for you. I've slept with the shopkeeper before, and I can't compare to you, a clean and self-sufficient boy."

Hmph, if you spare Di Chengliang so easily, why won't he go to Jiewa in the future?

If the object is not good, it should be beaten.

If you can't win, you should fight coldly and let him calm down.

Di Chengliang sniffed, still with that aggrieved expression: "... Mo Shu, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that..."

He took out all the money in his arms, and his face was full of flattery: "Mo Shu, will I give you all my money from now on?"

Xu Moshu snorted coldly, without even looking at Di Chengliang: "I don't want it."

Really, is he that superficial?How much money do you want to buy him off?

Di Chengliang directly reached out and picked up Xu Moshu's hand and put it in his arms, but Xu Moshu, who was not rich in money, didn't touch it, but he touched his abdominal muscles!

abs...

Xu Moshu swallowed his saliva, and silently tightened his hands.

Tsk, it feels good.

Dicheng smiled coldly, and leaned into Xu Moshu's ear and whispered, "So Moshu likes this, I'll touch it for you!"

【Author's words】

You will be charged, and you will not leave, right... Crying