Dressed As The Deviant's Boss Beloved

Without waiting for him to refuse, ye Xian ran to him, grabbed his tie and untied it patiently.

Bo tingshen lowered his head, slightly drooping eyelids covered the faint smile at the bottom, "Ye Xian, I'll take off my clothes later, do you want to help me?"

Ye xianshou a meal, also... It is not impossible.

"Well?"

The man took a step forward unexpectedly, and ye Xian was so scared that he took several steps back. "President, President, why do you take off your clothes?"

"What do you say?"

Thin court deep paint black eye son bottom flits over a few minutes dark color, don't have meaning ground to look at her.

Ye Xian How does she know why the president takes off his clothes in front of outsiders! It's hard to be an exhibitionist!

"Bath, of course."

Ye Xian: "Oh, oh, the original bath ah!"

"What do you think?"

The thin, deep and low-alcohol magnetic voice is mixed with a few threads of inducibility.

Ye Xian: "I thought..." I thought you were either an exhibitionist or a strong figure! I mean to make thin and weak self abasement!

"President, you can't take a bath first, the food will be cold!" Ye Xian pointed to the golden and fragrant pork pot on the table. "I got up early in the morning to choose the ingredients, and it took me a long time to make them. Please wash your hands and taste the delicious food!"

Ye Xian pushed him toward the sink, and even helped him with the hand sanitizer respectfully.

Bo tingshen held out his hand, "help me wash it."

Ye Xian: "the president seems to have a great habit and adapt to her unexpected service, but he doesn't notice any difference, and his request is more and more excessive!

"It's up to you."

Ye Xian squeezed the hand sanitizer into his hand, turned and left.

Since the president does not ask, she will take the initiative!

Bo tingshen finished washing his hands and slowly wiped them. He strolled over and glanced at the pot. "I don't eat carrots."

"President, are you picky? But it doesn't matter. " Ye Xian picked up the chopsticks and picked out the shredded carrots one by one. "That... President, the Mid Autumn Festival is coming soon. Apple TV has prepared a mid autumn festival party this year, do you know?"

"I don't know."

"Now you know."

"Oh."

Bo tingshen sat down, as if not interested in her topic.

"..." Ye Xian, "they invited me!"

The man had a little movement, "invite you? What are you invited to do? "

Ye Xian heard his contemptuous tone, a face of unconvinced, "of course, to sing!"

"Can you sing?"

"Who do you despise?"

Bo Ting raised his eyelids and said, "lip synching?"

"You, you..." what are you talking about?!

When he was questioned about his professional ability, he would have been furious if he put it in the ordinary way. But today, when he asked for help, ye Xian tried to calm his anger. "President, you wait for me, I'll fight... To show you how strong I am! Wait, don't go

With that, she ran out of 2001.

A few minutes later, the boy came in with a brown wooden guitar and looked at the man at the table with a smile on his lips.

Today, I want him to feel the charm of Duoqi artists!

"I just practiced a new song recently. I'll play it to you ~"

"Gently, gently think of you, gently kiss you, gently open that year's diary, it is full of our figure..."