Quick Transmigration: Boss Want to Occupy Me

Most of the mud on Shili's face has been washed away, revealing the original color of his skin, white in red, silky smooth, and can be broken with a bomb.

The small nose is firm, his eyes are like black grapes, and his aura is gleaming.

Where is this little beggar,

Such a smart and lovely child is more like an angel who descends from the earth, and his pink face makes people unable to help but love him.

Countless surprises flashed in Dean Luo's eyes. The appearance of this little beggar was much better than the little flower before!

Suddenly, all the anger turned into salivation, and his heart was itchy at that time!

"Unexpectedly, you little beggar looks so good! Such a cute child, I don't know what kind of model he is after taking off his clothes at night...Bang!"

Amidst the howling, a violent gunshot sounded!

A burst of blood flashed in front of him, and Dean Luo originally stretched out his hand that he intended to salivate and touch Shili, and blood splashed all of a sudden.

I was hit by a bullet! !

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

The Su family, who had already left, did not know when they came back again!

That Su Zhuanjing, who has never said a word or said anything, is sitting in a wheelchair at the moment, smoke is still coming out of the black muzzle in his hand!

His face was still expressionless, but in his eyes, cold eagle trembling, full of madness and cold eagle.

And the muzzle of his muzzle turned towards his head in the next second!

Dean Luo was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out. The pain in his palm made him want to be hysterical, but the cold eyes on the opposite person were the source of fear.

Obviously only twelve years old, a little and a half older child,

But it is more fearful than anyone!

Dean Luo softened his legs and knelt to the ground with a plop.

"Forgiveness... Forgiveness... Forgiveness!"

The voice was bitter and mixed with infinite fear. The two people holding Shi Li had let go of their hands a long time ago, and they knelt on the ground and shivered, not daring to speak.

Shi Li felt amused when she saw this appearance. I didn't know. I was afraid that she had traveled to the ancient times to see the emperor. This group of people had soft legs as if they had no bones.

Su Zhijing didn't seem to hear it at all. He fluttered and threw the gun directly onto the bodyguard next to him, sliding the wheelchair, and slowly rolling towards Shili.

His face is delicate, but old-fashioned, and his eyes are dead as if countless things are deposited.

At this moment, all these countless things were pressed onto Shi Li's body.

He stared at her, but said nothing.

Shi Li also stared at him, dripping wet hair, dripping down along the tip of the hair.

Also silent.

In the end, Su held the mirror and opened his mouth first. He opened his lips and whispered: "You look... so delicious."

Shi Li: "???"

Nima, is this rhythm a bit wrong?

She thinks she might be really old and can't keep up with the thinking of young people now. What makes her look delicious?

"Su Zhijing, don't have any messy and abnormal thoughts about me."

Shi Li said solemnly, "People can't eat! You know?"

"Um."

Su Zhijing nodded unexpectedly, seeming to agree. Shi Li just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard him add.

"Like a steamed bun, white and steamed to eat."

Shi Li: "..."

This guy didn't hear a word.

After Su Zhijing finished speaking, he finally slowly took out a towel from the side, slowly but directly.

It was directly on Shili's hair.

The final word...

He said.

"My bun."