The president's favorite: little friend, you are so sweet

Chapter 276 Don't Press Me!

In the exquisitely crafted bedroom, Gong Shirou was shirtless, wearing only a pair of underpants, and a thin blanket was draped around his waist.

It took quite a while before Bao Liangshuo came in from the outside.

He was also wearing a thin white T-shirt on his upper body, and his gaze moved under his T-shirt... the same style of dark blue casual shorts.

"Wearing so much to sleep at night? It looks boring, should you take it off?"

Gong Shilang lay crookedly on the head of the bed, his eyes followed Bao Liangshuo step by step, seeing him watching with a tablet in one hand, sitting on the bed, his legs came up, Gong Shilang carefully lifted the thin blanket and put it on his body.

"Liang Shuo, did you hear me?" She couldn't help but approached behind him and asked in his ear.

Bo Liangshuo seemed to be hugged by a stove, "Lie down there!"

"I mean... you sleep better with your jacket and pants off!"

"Don't bother me, I like to sleep in my clothes."

There was anger on Bo Liangshuo's face.

The ghost knows how uncomfortable he is at the moment, if he knew it, he wouldn't have stayed overnight in Bo's manor.

Such a wonderful man on the stand.

You don't need to look at his shirtless shoulders to guess that he must be wearing very little.

Because of my serious cleanliness.

Even while studying abroad in Geneva, he applied for a studio apartment and refused to sleep with anyone.

What's more, I can't see other men wearing very little clothes in front of my eyes, dangling around...

"We men have to wear less to sleep at night, so that we can sleep comfortably! Shall I take it off for you?"

While talking, Miyajiro volunteered to lift up his T-shirt.

"Miyajiro! Stop it!"

"Eh...are you really angry? I—I'm just joking with you." Seeing that Bao Liangshuo was really annoyed, Gong Shilang embraced him with both arms, pillowed him by his ear, and naturally pressed one leg on his waist.

"Hey Gong Shiro! Get the hell out of here!"

"It's so comfortable..."

After nightfall, on the quiet lawn of the Bo family's manor, the bodyguards patrolling the night suddenly vaguely heard the furious voice from the second young master's room upstairs.

Everyone looked towards the lighted window.

Thick curtains obscured the curious gaze, and nothing could be seen, so the night watchman shrugged.

On the school field of the military region, two figures were running in circles.

These two were the ones who made a mistake in the afternoon and were punished by the palace boss to run 300 laps at night, Qu Jimeng and his fiancée Xiang Jiabao.

Qu Jimeng is a boy, and he has gone through five years of devil training, which is really not much punishment.

But Xiang Jiabao's training tasks are not as many and intensive as him.

At this moment, he only ran 60 laps, and he already showed the posture of not being able to run.

"Brother Mengmeng, shall we take a break? I'm almost exhausted."

It was cold at night, and Xiang Jiabao was running with sweat all over his face. Finally, when he crossed the 61st lap, he gradually slowed down.

In the end, he just knelt on the ground and couldn't get up.

Qu Jimeng quickly fell back, squatted in front of her, and wiped her sweat, "Baby, are your thighs sore or your calves?"

"Little, calf...it's so sore—"

"I'll pinch it for you." Qu Jimeng couldn't control them squatting here, and they would be photographed by surveillance cameras above the school grounds.

Xiang Jiabao simply sat down on the ground, "Squeeze it quickly, it will hurt to death."

"Baby be careful, the ground is cold and cold."

Qu Jimeng hugged the girl who was about to sit on the ground with both hands, "I'll take you to sit on the big stone slab over there for a while."

"Eh?"

Xiang Jiabao was in a daze, and before he could react, his body was hugged.

Qu Jimeng hugged his fiancée and walked like flying, to the edge of the school field, where the boss of the palace likes to sit.

Put the person on the slate chair.

After Xiang Jiabao sat down firmly, he realized that his buttocks were soft, and there was a thick towel on the slate.

(End of this chapter)