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

Mo Guishi leaned close to the little guy's ear and whispered something.

The hot breath fell to his ears, and the tips of the teenager's ears turned pink.

"How?" Mo Guishi hugged the little guy's waist, his voice was smiling, he was sure that the little guy would not refuse him, so he would be so unscrupulous.

"If Brother Shi likes it, you can do it." The boy broke free from Mo Guishi's arms, put on thick gloves, and brought the tray out.

Squeeze out the cream, spread evenly on the bare cake surface, and place the chopped fruit in the mezzanine, on which are framed with circles of flowers.

The boy's movements were very flexible, and the cream was squeezed out, as if it had life, and easily changed into any shape, and the finely chopped flesh was sprinkled on the top.

He made a five-inch fruitcake.

The cream has no taste, but it is sweet but not greasy, and it bites into the mouth, as if it will melt in the next second.

The boy carried the tray, knelt on the carpet, placed the cake on the coffee table, and was about to continue cutting, when a big hand picked up the tray in front of him.

"This location is too short for cake." Mo returned looking in a good mood and placed the cake on the table.

"Come and cut the cake." Mo Guishi's voice was very gentle, but it made the teenager subconsciously want to take two steps back, and suddenly remembered the words he had promised the man, so he could only bite the bullet and walk over.

The boy stood in front of the long table, and as soon as he raised his hand, he was hugged by the man.

"Cut it well, cut it badly, you won't be able to eat the small cake." There was heat in his ears, and Mo Guishi spoke too close to him, and his ears itched.

The teenager was forced to tiptoe.

Propped up on the table with one hand.

The piece of paper in his hand specially used to cut the cake tilted slightly, and accidentally touched half of the strawberry at the edge.

"Be attentive, otherwise you won't be able to taste today's small cake."

Mo returned to hold the boy's slightly trembling hand, steadily, and controlled the piece of paper to cut down, the piece of paper submerged into the depths of the cake, and the chopped mango flowed out.

The small cake is full of fruits, all the freshest imported and flown in, and the bite is full of bursting juice, fragrant and sweet.

"I'm going to bring that piece of cake with Kiwi." The corners of Mo Gui's lips were slightly hooked, and he deliberately waited for the little one to cut it before putting forward his own request.

The boy bit down and steadied his figure, the cutting tool made of thick pieces of paper in his hand was crooked again, and the kiwi on the cake was swept down on the table.

The little cake was miserable and seemed to be accusing.

"Do you want me to help you?" The back was attached to the hot body, and the wrist was held by the big hand, completely wrapped, and cut down steadily, without any shaking.

A small piece of cake was finally cut, but it took almost half an hour.

"Eat porridge first, it will be cold in a while." Mo returned to the time when he picked up the young man with one hand, carried the small cake served, and came to the coffee table again.

The skinned egg lean porridge in the bowl is only warm, just right, not hot to the mouth.

Before the boy could eat a bite of the small cake that had been painstakingly cut, he was taken away by Mo Guishi, and the silver cat and cat spoon was put into the bowl.

"Eat first, and the small cake will be eaten later." Mo's voice sounded.

"I don't want cat paws." The teenager did not eat the small cake, and his voice was a little aggrieved, like the trills of a little milk cat.

He wanted the little candle dragon, but he never saw anything else except the black candle dragon doll he saw in the doll machine that day.