The Gentle Beauty of the Disabled Boss

Chapter 39 Mr. Zuo is a very tall and handsome man

His body was covered with traces of ambiguity dotted on his milky white skin. At one glance, Qiao Yun covered his eyes, feeling extremely ashamed.

Zuo Shilou came over slowly. Qiao Yun was only wearing a pair of underwear, and his skin was covered with traces of what he had left last night. Looking at his masterpiece, Zuo Shilou was in a very good mood.

As early as when he saw Qiao Yun's body before, he wanted to leave something on Qiao Qiao, but it was not until yesterday that this idea came true.

"What's wrong?" Zuo Shilou pretended to know nothing. He stood behind Qiao Yun, reached out and touched the kiss mark on Qiao Yun's neck, then leaned over and kissed him, rubbing his teeth gently on the soft flesh.

Qiao Yun was startled by Zuo Shilou's action, but he didn't dare to move. He looked at the two people in the mirror and inexplicably thought of vampires. He was the vampire's prey, while the vampire was considering whether to go down and suck his blood.

The kiss marks were too conspicuous. Qiao Yun only had a week's rest. If the kiss marks didn't disappear after a week and were seen by the crew, his reputation would be ruined! His relationship with Zuo Shilou!

Qiao Yun was furious. If he had known earlier, he should have made it clear to Mr. Zuo so as not to leave any traces on himself.

Zuo Shilou loosened the piece of soft flesh, licked it with his tongue, and then sucked it to leave a kiss mark.

"Mr. Zuo..." Qiao Yun pushed Zuo Shilou, but couldn't move him at all.

After finally being satisfied, Zuo Shilou reluctantly let go of Qiao Yun, leaving a few more kiss marks on Qiao Yun's neck.

Qiao Yun looked at himself in the mirror, tears flashing in his eyes and kiss marks all over his neck. He was bullied by Mr. Zuo again... Mr. Zuo is such a bad guy.

"Are you full?" Zuo Shilou suddenly asked, moving closer to Qiao Yun.

Qiao Yun felt something hot and radiant against his back, but he didn't dare to move. He asked softly, "Eat...what to eat?"

"Porridge." Zuo Shilou said as a matter of course, "Qiao Qiao only had one bowl of porridge. Is she full? She only had one bowl of porridge last night. She must be very hungry. Two more bowls?"

Qiao Yun's face was red. He had misunderstood what Zuo Shilou said when he first spoke. After hearing the explanation, he began to scold himself in his heart. No matter how he listened to it, he sounded like a gangster.

Qiao Yun was so shy that she ran back to the bed, covered herself with the quilt, raised her chin, and said to Zuo Shilou, "Why don't you come and feed me?"

He was so cute even when he was spoiled. Zuo Shilou clenched his fist, put it to his mouth, coughed twice, walked over, and took another bowl of porridge from the insulated lunch box and fed it to Qiao Yun.

Qiao Yun was also restless. Sometimes he asked Zuo Shilou to help him wipe the corners of his mouth. Sometimes he said the porridge was too hot, and sometimes he said it was too cold. In short, he was very difficult to serve.

Zuo Shilou did not complain. He ate the porridge when it burned himself and ate it when it got cold. He wiped Qiao Yun's mouth and fed him porridge. While he was feeding him, Qiao Yun fell into his arms.

The two sat on the bed again. Zuo Shilou sat behind Qiao Yun and held Qiao Yun in his arms.

As soon as Qiao Yun dialed his cell phone, he received many messages from his assistants, all asking where he was.

Qiao Yun then remembered that he did not send a message to the assistant when Zuo Shilou brought him here, and the assistant was not Mr. Zuo's man, so he must be very worried because he didn't know where he was.