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

Chapter 297

Mo returned to the hot asphalt road, the hot soles of his shoes almost stuck to the ground.

His gaze fell on the cold and sweet ice cream on the cart.

Light vanilla flavor.

With coolness.

He touched his pocket and there was only one coin, and the cone asked for two coins.

I could only retract the action again.

When he was about to leave, he was stopped.

There is an extra vanilla ice cream in front of him, which exudes coolness, but it is enough to relieve the heat.

To the familiar pair of amber eyes, Mo's heart beat wildly when he returned, with extreme joy.

He could hardly control his desire to embrace someone in his arms.

Fingertips move slightly.

He didn't do anything in the end, suppressed the corners of his mouth that rose slightly, and looked cold and indifferent: "We don't know each other."

Mo Guishi lowered his eyes, he didn't look easy to get along with, in fact, he was afraid that his emotions would leak out and be discovered by the teenager.

An ice cream was forcibly stuffed into his hand, which he had been watching for a long time.

"If you don't want it, throw it away."

The young man's voice was very gentle, like a fresh breeze blowing through the bottom of his heart, tickling, making people happy.

Immediately, the teenager was pushed away in a wheelchair by the person behind him.

In vain he was left alone to stand where he was.

The ice cream in the sun gradually melted, melting at his fingertips, with a sweet and sticky feeling.

Those silver eyes carried the ultimate depression and madness, he had waited too long, and the midnight dream was the appearance of a teenager, shrinking in his arms, full of dependence.

No matter what he asked, the self-proclaimed system just made him wait quietly.

Waiting for the moment they meet.

He had waited too long, expecting to see the teenager.

But I saw the teenager sitting in a wheelchair, his delicate face was a little pale, but it was as beautiful as a BJD doll.

The slender wrist can only almost see the cyan blood vessels.

Even that smile was a little unhappy.

Let his heart spread with pain.

He took a few bites of the ice cream that had completely melted on his hand.

The system said that the teenager would come to him on his own initiative.

Let him wait quietly and patiently, and the teenager will take the initiative to approach him again and again.

There is a new transfer student at the school, and I heard that he is a mixed race.

Everyone was looking forward to seeing this little young master who had transferred from abroad, but they didn't wait for anything.

Mo Gui's gaze fell on the textbook, not to say that he was a little lost, he waited for a long time, but still did not wait for the second meeting.

The system will only make him wait.

If it weren't for the fear of ruining the fate between them, Mo Guishi might have taken the initiative to contact the teenager.

The teenager did not come to school because of his weak health, but just hung up a name.

There will be special tutors at home.

"When Mo returns, the teacher tells you to go to the office."

The class leader with glasses put the prize on his table and pushed his eyes: "Congratulations to Mo Xueba for winning the first place again."

Mo returned with a faint expression, and did not react much to his words, just took off the headphones and got up to go to the office.

He was very cold to everyone.

The squad leader has long been accustomed to it and does not feel frustrated.

No one can get a smiley face from Mo Guishi.

"Hello, my name is Yang He." The man wore rimless glasses and looked very young.

Took out a document from his briefcase, proving the identity of funding him for so many years.

"I came this time in the hope that you can tutor the little young master of the candle family, after all, the educational content at home and abroad is completely different, and the little young master will not be able to keep up with the progress when he returns to China."