[MTL, BL] Pretend Little Cowardly Bag [Quick Wear]

2.9

Went to find that the mattress that Zong Yan changed was brought from the next room.

Lin Xiuyuan didn't actually go up to try it, but only touched ten hands, and he was still a little dumbfounded.

Zong Yan thought he was dissatisfied: "I asked Li Cheng to re-order it, but it won't be delivered by 10:30. Can you wait?" The

mattress was quite soft, and Lin Xiuyuan heard that he had asked someone to re-order it. Originally, I wanted to move the mattress from my room on the second floor, but then I thought that he only said that he didn't dare to sleep with ten people these days, so he donated all his mattresses... The purpose seemed too obvious.

Zong Yan looked down at him.

Lin Xiuyuan said, "No, that's fine."

Zong Yan looked at him for another ten minutes without expressing any opinion on that sentence. He opened the window in the room, and then the wind blew over there for a while, his expression on his face. Go back in peace.

Li Cheng's visit this time, in addition to delivering ingredients and personal information about Gu Xiaoyuan, there are also ten things that the company needs to deal with.

After he moved in, he only handled work in the study opposite. Today, he made an exception and took the computer to the bedroom, occasionally glancing at the young man in the wheelchair.

The young master, who is usually snoring, is extraordinarily quiet in front of him. Originally, he was pretending to hold the book and read it. The book cover was written with big words: those things that successful people must do.

Zong Yan: "..."

He didn't even know where this young master came from.

After ten minutes, Lin Xiuyuan looked sleepy. The wheelchair slowly moved to the side of the big bed, and his hands touched the edge of the mattress.

Zong Yan saw that he touched him for a long time without speaking, put down the computer and went over, without saying a word, he moved the person out of the wheelchair and put him on the bed.

Lin Xiuyuan was wearing slippers, which fell off after ten flicks, and then lay down softly when he got on the bed, his reflex arc groaned for a long time.

Humming like a deliberate seduction, Zong Yan said in a hoarse voice, "Sleep if you want."

Lin Xiuyuan looked at him: "I don't want to sleep, I just look at the mattress." The

man raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lin Xiuyuan's head drooped down, and he wanted to fall asleep after his mouth was hard, but Zong Yan thought he was afraid and said, "I won't go, I'll sleep with you."

The young master raised his eyelashes and looked at him, as if he was happy: "Really?"

Zong Yan was extremely itchy at the sight of his small eyes, stretched his body and hummed.

Only then did Lin Xiuyuan tilt his body and arch his body ten times: "I'll sleep for ten minutes."

Zong Yan went back.

In the past, he had never been distracted when he was doing business, but at this time he was a little irritable. He didn't watch the computer for ten minutes, and he couldn't help but glance over to the bed.

The indoor temperature was maintained at about twenty-four or five degrees. The young master covered the quilt tightly, turned his face in his direction, and started to look at him secretly with his eyelids up. She fell asleep in ten minutes.