The fast-traveling boss conspired against me

There is a sea of ​​bright red roses in the castle. The thorns on the thick green stems are sharp. The fertile black soil makes the leaves grow bright green and wide. The serrated edges around the leaves can cut human flesh when touched skin.

The flowers on the top are blooming brilliantly, the petals stretch out one by one, the colors are bright and delicate.The morning dew is about to fall, reflecting the rising sun crystal clear.

The whole area is fiery red, and when the wind blows, the sea of ​​flames will sway with a deceptive red color, burning in the bottom of the eyes.

Chao Song likes this rose.

It is hidden in the mysterious old castle, and the boy is the only one who appreciates it.

The blond hair was longer than his waist, and when the boy lowered his head, the strands of hair mischievously covered his delicate face, tickling it.

The master frowned delicately, tied up his waist-length hair casually with a hair band, and continued with the movements in his hands.

His eyes were focused, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead.

He is carefully selecting the largest and brightest roses, the ones with all the stems and leaves stretched out, straight and straight without bending.

Then use scissors to cut it down, carefully avoiding the sharp thorns on the flower.

The young man was already very skilled in his movements. He cut off the last rose he picked and put it in the vase.

"It smells so good!"

He leaned down and sniffed, and smiled, his blue and clear sea-like eyes reflected the light, like a gem.

Since Chao Song discovered them, he would come here every day to take care of the sea of ​​flowers, trim and trim the branches, and then cut off two roses and bring them into the castle. The flowers used to be wild, but after his care, they bloomed beautifully. It became more and more fierce, as if they were all the concubines in the harem, one by one scrambling to show off their beauty.

"A Song."

A call came from not far away, and the young man stood up quickly, his eyes brightened, and he started running with the vase in his arms.

The golden hair fluttered in the morning light, exuding crystal clear light.

The owner of the old castle was hidden in the darkness, only looking at the silhouette, he felt a sense of dignity, his slender and straight legs implied strength, his waist was thin, and his figure was tall.

"Come here quickly." The man beckoned, but there was a connivance in the depths of his voice, which made people fall.

This distance ran towards Song Fei quickly, just stopped, still out of breath, immediately handed the vase to the man like a treasure, smiling like a flower: "Does it look good? Do you like it?"

"Still like a child..."

There was a slight smile in the man's voice, he took a step forward, and his face was revealed.

Silver-white long hair, handsome and deep facial features, full of nobleness between eyebrows and eyes, pale lips, and abnormally dull complexion.

He was all black, but he wore a pair of white gloves. He was dressed in a low-key and restrained manner, with only a ruby ​​at the neckline gleaming faintly.

Kwiaisen took off a glove, pulled out a handkerchief, and attached himself to help the boy wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Gentle and meticulous, considerate.

The young man couldn't help but blushed, and quickly lowered his head, but his blue eyes were shining brightly, and the love flowing in them was hard to hide.

"They are very beautiful, don't let me not find you, okay? Remember to report to me before going out, don't make me worry."

The voice was low, without any hint of blame, only full of worry.

Zhao Song nodded and agreed: "...OK."

The sun came out, and it was a little dazzling. The man narrowed his black eyes, and the blue meridians could be faintly seen on the skin under the sun.

He took the boy's hand and said, "It's dawn, we should rest, Ah Song give the flowers to the housekeeper."

Only then did Chao Song see the butler who was elusive in the dark. He had been together for so many years, but he was still taken aback.

"... Good morning, grandpa the housekeeper!"

At first, Chao Song was afraid of this cold-looking butler, but after so many years, he grew up, and he was not so afraid of these people in the castle.

"Good morning, young master."

The housekeeper nodded towards Chao Song, and then took the vase in his hand.

In the blink of an eye for five years, Chao Song has grown from an immature boy to what he is now.

The baby fat on his face has faded, his chin has a sharp curve, his eyes are bigger, and they are moist and moist.

His figure seemed to be taller and more slender, but he was still thin and thin.The back is straight and unyielding like a green bamboo.

With the vigor of young people, the clean and spotless temperament of the whole body attracts people's attention.

My family has a son who has just grown up, Moshang is like a jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

"Go wash up and rest."

Kewei Aisen tapped Chao Song's forehead, waking up the person who was in a daze.

There was a faint moisture on the man's body, and the fragrance after bathing, Chao Song knew that Kweaisen had already been washed.

He was sitting by the big bed, holding a book with a leather cover in his hand, which looked a bit old.

Kveysen was waiting for him to wash up and sleep together.

As soon as this idea came out, Chao Song felt that his face was on fire, his breathing was short of breath, and it was difficult to restrain his inner trembling.

"what happened?"

Seeing that the man hadn't moved, Kveysen looked up at him, frowning slightly.

Chao Song was standing in the middle of the room with his head bowed, his fair earlobe was lightly pink, his green and porcelain white fingers were mixed together, and his joints were slightly white.

"...It's all right!"

He shook his head, took a deep breath, turned around and ran into the bathroom without looking at the man, his pace seemed a little hurried.

After a while, there was the sound of drizzling water.Kveysen looked at the bathroom and rubbed the space between his brows.

This kid has grown up and has things on his mind.

Recently, he has been avoiding him for no reason, never asking, and he is unwilling to force him.

But I always feel uncomfortable.

Obviously he was raised.

Why are you starting to distance yourself from him now?

The man was puzzled and a little annoyed.

In the bathroom, the young man was washing under the shower, his skin was dazzlingly white, and his raised butterfly bones seemed to be flapping his wings.

The water drops stayed along the back, passed through the two small waist sockets, and then sank into the hidden depression.

The legs are long and straight, shining white.The toes were slightly pink, and they were caressing the floor restlessly.

Sentimental and seductive body.

"...What should I do?" Chao Song suddenly covered his face, he felt ashamed when he saw this man now...

He...he had such a dream!

He likes him!

After thinking about it like this, my thoughts are completely out of control.

The image from the dream emerged... The man's cold but muscular body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his muscles were suddenly exerting force and tensing up.

His deep and fiery panting seemed to be right next to his ears, and that big cold hand seemed to be walking on him, caressing him...

Chao Song felt that he was crazy, how could he have such... thoughts!But he couldn't restrain his youthful but fiery body reaction.

The emotion is so strong that he feels very longing, he really wants a man to kiss him and touch him...

Turn the hot water down to cold and pour over your head.Chao Song hugged himself and shivered, his blond hair was wet and stuck to his body pitifully.

As soon as he blinked, tears overflowed uncontrollably. He likes him so much... But what if a man doesn't like him...

Will he hate him?

Just never want him again?