Dressed As The Deviant's Boss Beloved

"Just like this pot of soup I made, it is absolutely rich in juice, overflowing with fragrance, without any extra fishy smell."

Noodles into the soup is cooked, ye Xian took the side of the bowl to him filled.

"President, please have dinner."

As she spoke, she gently pushed his hand away from her waist.

Thin court deep Mou light light is glaring at her small action, "your?"

"I don't have to. I've had dinner!"

"Oh."

Bo tingshen released her.

Ye Xian took the opportunity to slip away, "president, you eat, I will not disturb you here, go back to watch the play..."

As soon as she took two steps, her back neckline was mercilessly held.

So familiar with the action, so familiar with the formula, ye Xian heart thump about, suddenly surging up a familiar but unknown feeling.

Sure enough

The next second, Bo tingshen held her waist and sat her on the kitchen table. Then he bent his arms on both sides of her body and looked at her with unfathomable eyes. "Ye Xian, did you forget something?"

"I, I..."

The man and she are close at hand, the hot breath is not stingy to splash on her face, neck.

Ye Xian instantly lost the ability to think, two drops of slippery eyes staring at his strong arm muscle, full of brain only man-made Dao Zu I for fish.

The president won't start to settle accounts. In a rage, will he cook her as a dish?

"Forget, forget something?"

"What about Durian?"

Sure enough!

Ye Xian left two noodles tears in his heart. No matter how much other people try to please him, he will never forget his revenge.

"I... Came back too late, the fruit shop closed, and meituan didn't deliver."

"Late? With whom? "

"No one to play with! It was fans who blocked the airport, and the security guard dredged it for a long time before I came out. "

"It's OK without durian." Thin court deep feather jade eyebrow slightly Yang, one hand took the kitchen table raised a little bit of peeler, in front of her skilful play, "then kneel this."

Ye Xian looks at his familiar knife turning action and expressionless Qingjun face, like a killer without emotion

The president is more terrible than the devil of the living ghost city!

"President, I'm wrong, I'm really wrong, I shouldn't call to scold you, but it's really that the program group doesn't behave, I don't believe you watch" top stream battle ", it's really not my fault!"

Ye Xian rubbed his eyes with both hands and looked like he was about to cry, but Bo tingshen didn't eat her suit, "are you wrong? Have you said that ten thousand times? "

Ye Xian: "is there such an exaggeration?

"If you are wrong, you will dare next time."

Ye Xian: "it's better to know the employees than the boss."!

"Well?"

Bo tingshen puts the peeler close to her face slowly. Ye Xian feels the cold texture of the peeler metal and shivers. He closes his eyes and lies in the trough? Is the president sick? You don't really want to get her, do you? You're not going to start with the face, are you?

no She has to eat by her face!

She suddenly closed her eyes, and the play changed its flavor.

Bo tingshen's hand with the peeler pauses and slides slowly from the cold metal blade to her mouth.

The young man's trembling eyelashes due to tension, her smooth nose, the warm orange light on her head, and her thin lips with faint pink halo... Like a fruit to be picked, she exudes extremely attractive color and fragrance.

Thin court deep eyelids slightly down, black eyes revealed a trace of uncontrollable greed and desire.

to want to.