Dressed As The Deviant's Boss Beloved

The big bone soup with rich ingredients was cooked for one and a half hours and finally came out of the pot.

Ye Xian took off the lid of the pot and gently fanned the smell with his hand. It was full of fresh fragrance and tempting to salivate. The greedy insects in his stomach were almost hooked out.

How delicious!

If the president doesn't come back, she is afraid that she will have to drink the soup.

Try a piece of meat first.

Ye Xian opened the cupboard and looked for meat fishing tools. He found that the small leaky spoon was on the top of the cupboard, so he stood on tiptoe to get it. His toes were straight, but he couldn't even reach the handle of the spoon.

Why does the president put the kitchen utensils so high? Show your height?

She jumped up a few times, but still couldn't reach it, so she was ready to move a bench to get it.

Don't want to, at this time, a slender and well proportioned, well-defined good-looking palm suddenly held the handle of the spoon, handed to her eyes.

"Dwarf."

The man leaned over her ears, with a slight low voice slowly flowing into her cochlea, and a big hand suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Ye Xian thought that he had gone to hell in the daytime. He was so scared that he jumped three feet high.

"Ah --"

Yes, there are ghosts!

It's not from a living ghost town, is it?

The boy jumped up reflexively, slipped, and almost fell down. Fortunately, he was firmly held by the man. Seeing that she was still jumping up and down, he was not at ease, so he put down the spoon, pressed her shoulder with one hand, held her waist with the other hand, and held her firmly in his arms from behind.

The tender and boneless body of the young man was tightly pressed in his arms. During the struggle, the faint smell of milk and body fragrance ran into the tip of his nose, like a dose of morphine volatilized. It calmed the man's anxiety that he had not seen her for several days, calmed his strong thoughts, and drove away the huge haze accumulated because of her absence, It comforts the body and mind that men are eager to touch.

Bo tingshen held her body more and more tightly, eyes closed gently, straight nose buried in her messy thick black hair, as if in a fatal poison.

Ye Xian felt that he was held by the "ghost" and that the other side was so powerful that he seemed to be attached to her anytime and anywhere. Ren tried his best to reach out with a hand. He picked up the fork on the kitchen table and was ready to fight with it. As a result, he looked up and saw... A very handsome face?

President, President?!

She opened her mouth in an O-shape, so frightened that the fork in her hand fell off.

"President, when did you come back? Why didn't you tell me? "

Hearing her voice, Bo tingshen raised his head slowly.

I don't know if it's an illusion. Ye Xian feels like he's in a good mood. Although he's still very mean, "why should I talk to you? Who are you to me? "

"Don't you know who I am?"

Ye Xianyi asked him honestly.

The thin court deep look tiny Zheng, stare at her, even breath all stagnate, "who?"

Ye Xian: "servant!"

24 hours on call, cooking and running business, there is no worse servant than her!

The thin court deep Mou color turns cold, holding her slender waist hand not to feel heavy two minutes, "Oh? What servant can enter the master's room without permission? "

"... hehe ~"

She was scared out of her mind just now, which made her a little more daring. Now when she was pinched, she remembered that she was "guilty". No wonder she locked her as soon as she came in, for fear that she would run away.