Every day, I masturbate the boss and accompany the beast. (BL)

- chapter 45 -

Hearing this answer, Lin Chen smiled and said, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

When Prince Orange heard the words, he gave Lin Chen a shovel: "If you are not tired, you can help clean up the crushed ice around you."

"Okay." Lin Chen took the shovel and worked with the hand without the ring.

"Flattery." Slade said very disdainfully on the side.

Everyone heard it, and everyone looked different, but Lin Chen, the party, seemed indifferent. If he wanted to leave a good impression on Prince Orange, even flattering, he admitted it.

In fact, Lin Chen did not do this all to give Prince Orange a good impression. A fine tradition rooted in the bones of the Chinese people is that they can't see the elders working hard, but they stand next to them and wait for food. At least they have to fight, right?

Prince Orange stopped chiseling ice and looked at the silent young man shoveling ice.

"I'll do it." Prince Orange was about to say something when he saw Wenzel come over, involuntarily took the shovel from Lin Chen's hand, and shook his snow-stained finger: "You are easy to catch a cold. If you are sick, there is no doctor here to take care of you."

Lin Chen died, pulled his finger out of the Duke's palm and whispered, "...It's just a shovel of ice, and I'm not so easy to catch a cold."

Winzel said domineeringly, "Maybe, you just need to stay by my side."

Their little couple got together and whispered. Prince Oran, who was closest to him, looked surprised and looked at Wenzel and Lin Chen. He raised his eyebrows and seemed to find something interesting.

William was relieved. Really, there are friends on both sides, and it is difficult for him to be a person in the middle.

When Slader saw that no one cared about him, he looked cold and looked angry, inexplicably similar to the carved owl standing on his shoulder.

Prince Orange is obviously a veteran fan of ice fishing. He is so skillful that he quickly opened the ice hole.

At the same time, the huge tent has been built, and the temperature inside the tent is slowly rising.

The dug ice was all shoveled into the bucket by Wenzel who proposed to pour it out.

Slader immediately followed out and blocked Winzel's way in the cold wind. His eyes were full of uncontrollable burning heat and he said, "Winzel, can you accompany me to skate?"

In the face of this special admirer, Winzel had a headache. Of course, he didn't want to have a stalemate with Slader. If the other party didn't have that idea, he would even be willing to skate with the other party for two laps. But obviously, Slader would not be satisfied with just skating with him, and the other party wanted more.

At this time, Wenzel thought of the gold-swallowing beast he hired with a high salary, so he subconsciously looked up at the entrance of the tent.

Probably with a good heart, Lin Chen saw that Slade followed him out and immediately noticed that there was a situation. He had collected the money. At any time and place, he could not let the employer fall into a state of isolation.

He chased out as if he couldn't leave anyone. When he saw Wenzel, he quickened his pace. A white figure rushed directly into Wenzel's arms, and then raised his bright eyes and said, "Duke, why have you been out for so long? I miss you so much."

Wenzel put his hand around Lin Chen's waist, bowed his head and kissed his cheeks, which were a little red by the cold wind, and his love overflowed: "I miss you too."