The little milk dragon is pampered and teased by the crazy boss

Chapter 124

The boy slept for half an hour, and when Mo returned, he hugged him, and did not move for half an hour.

Sensing that the little one in his arms was awake, Mo Gui's right hand was already unconscious and completely numb, and he hugged the little one a little tighter to prevent him from falling.

"Your Majesty, the concubine had a dream."

The boy didn't seem to have woken up yet, and his voice was soft. Wrapped around his neck, the soft face buried in his neck, with a slightly cool touch.

"What did you dream about?" Mo Guishi cooperated and asked.

"I dreamed of a fiery red dragon, hovering in mid-air, and then falling into a courtyard, and I heard the cry of a baby."

The teenager yawned a little, and his beautiful amber eyes were stained with mist, making people want to kiss and coax more.

"What kind of dragon is that?"

Mo Guishi did not pay attention to it, but just asked casually.

"The concubine will draw a picture for His Majesty, and you will know."

The person in his arms finally woke up, and he hugged his neck and refused to let go, and a faint milk fragrance lingered in his nose.

In this weather, everyone is sweating.

Only the boy's body is always dry and refreshing, and his skin is as cool and smooth as cold jade.

Excellent hand feel.

Holding him in his arms, he seemed to be much cooler.

It's like an invisible barrier that dispels the heat.

"Then go to the imperial study."

Mo returned and picked up the boy, when he was there, he rarely let the person in his arms walk on the ground, and his person should be delicate by birth.

He was happy to spoil it.

Pushing the door in, the air was filled with a faint sandalwood, mixed with the ink of books.

There was a pile of folds on the table, and Mo didn't look at it when he returned, but directly pushed them all to the ground and put a clean piece of paper on the desk.

The best paper is used, exclusively for the royal family.

Outside, it is known as 'a thousand pieces of paper'.

The young man picks up a pen, and the ink is sharpened when the ink returns.

Peace.

If the ministers outside saw this scene, they would only kneel in panic.

The tyrant must have been possessed by a ghost, and he actually polished the ink himself.

What a privilege.

Enough for anyone to brag about for a lifetime.

Candle Youlin's face was stained with a little ink, and the clean little face instantly turned into a little flower cat, and his face was a little itchy, and he scratched it again.

At this time, the ink on his face came more and more, but the teenager had not yet noticed it, and he was still painting seriously.

The corners of Mo's lips were slightly hooked when he returned, deliberately not reminding.

Long.

The young man picked up the painting on the desk and blew it, holding it in front of Mo Guishi like a treasure, his eyes shining, as if longing for his praise.

Mo Gui's silver eyes fell on the dragon that looked like an earthworm, paused, and then chuckled: "Concubine Ai is really talented, peerless."

"But the concubine feels a little different."

The dragon ears on the boy's head pulled down, he had not drawn them, he could only barely draw them according to the way he reflected in the lake.

"You can teach concubines."

Mo Guishi's voice was gentle.

As long as the teenager wants to learn, he has time to teach at any time.

However, he does not buy and sell at a loss and needs to receive a small remuneration.

The boy got up and tried to pick up the dropped brush, but was tripped and fell to the ground by the scattered twists.

Mo got up when he returned and pulled the boy into his arms.

Before Candle Youlin could pick up the book prompted by the system, she was pulled into her arms by Mo Guishi.

The tension and distress under the man's eyes made him inexplicably happy in his heart.

"Does it hurt?"

Mo Guishi kissed the teenager on the cheek, and almost stripped for examination.