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    Dazzled by that smile, President Feng missed the mark and almost ducked in front of his house.

    The little guy seemed to be hiding something on his mind from the first time he met him. Although he was simple and easy to coax, he rarely showed such a carefree and bright smile.

    Feng Zhan¡¯s chest shrank inexplicably, and he unconsciously held his breath and leaned over to take the small and exquisite orange cup.  He gently gathered the drunk little fox and hugged him firmly.

    It turned out that it was filled with stuffed lychees, no wonder I didn¡¯t smell any fishy smell of seafood.  Zhong Jie actually gave the little guy something dangerous to eat. If the little fox was bullied by someone with ulterior motives, he would definitely not be able to spare the evil profiteer.

    Just when this idea came to him, the little devil suddenly raised his hand and wrapped it around Feng Zhan's neck, buried his head in his neck, and rubbed it twice.

    The young man's hair rubbed softly against his neck, and gently brushed his chin. It successfully made President Feng's heart skip a beat, and his arms holding the person tightened unconsciously.

    ¡°Oops, he seems to have ulterior motives.

    Breathing uncontrollably, Feng Zhan held the little guy steady and opened the door with one hand. He moved gently back to the bedroom and carefully placed the little fox who was still rubbing against him on the bed.

    I have to go to the gym tomorrow, and no one can persuade me.  President Feng, who finally maintained the dignity of the protagonist, gasped and straightened up. He was about to pour some water for the little fox, but suddenly he was gently pulled by the corner of his clothes.

    With a pause in his footsteps, Feng Zhan turned around, feeling a joyful expectation that he didn't even know the reason for suddenly surged in his heart.

    The little fox¡¯s cheeks were rosy, and he lay on the bed obediently, but still held on to the corner of his clothes and refused to let go.  Feng Zhan took two steps forward and sat on the edge of the bed, patiently stroking the little guy's hair: "Lie down for a while, and I'll get some water, okay?"

    He patiently said it several times before Tang Tang finally understood what he meant. He blinked twice and took his hand back obediently.

    Inexplicably, he could see a hint of disappointment in the misty eyes of the little guy. Feng Zhan's heart shrank, and he resolutely stopped leaving, sat back on the bed and picked him up: "I'm not leaving, I'll stay with you."

    The little devil's eyes suddenly lit up, he blinked happily, squeezed into his arms again, opened his arms and hugged the person tightly.

    The body in his arms is soft and thin, unique to a young man, and he is drunk. The soft feeling in his hands is wonderful.  Feng Zhan held the little fox in his arms firmly and patiently combed his slightly messy hair, but suddenly he touched two small pointed things.

    "Can't touch"

    The little devil murmured, his voice soft and slightly hoarse, with a faint nasal sound. He raised his hand and put it on his wrist: "It's very important don't touch it!"

    "Okay, I won't touch it anymore."

    Feng Zhan responded with a good-natured voice, held the little guy's hand, and rubbed it twice soothingly, but his eyes still couldn't help but curiously fall on the small sharp corner of the little devil's head.

    The more you are not allowed to touch, the more you want to touch

    Forcibly suppressing the thought of pranks, President Feng took a deep breath, picked up the little guy, and walked gently to the bathroom.

    Although the little devil was drunk, he still insisted on jumping down and walking on his own, moving restlessly in his arms.  Feng Zhan took a deep breath, and finally endured the turmoil in his heart like a gentleman. He put the little guy on the ground and leaned over patiently: "I'll put the hot water for you, soak for a while and then come back to sleep, okay?"  "

    "good!"

    Easily comforted by the familiar tone, the little devil nodded obediently and agreed happily.

    Feng Zhan chuckled, raised his hand to gently scratch the bridge of the little guy's nose, and took his hand into the bathroom.  She carefully adjusted the water temperature, filled a tank full of hot water, took off the tie around his neck, and took off his suit jacket and put it aside.

    When his fingertips touched the tightly buttoned collar of his shirt, Feng Zhan suddenly hesitated again.

    As a qualified domineering president, he should actually take off the other party's clothes without any explanation and eat the tender and delicious little guy dry and swallow it alive.

    But he still hasn¡¯t figured out whether the little fox has reached adulthood

    The law-abiding CEO Feng suddenly fell into an extremely tangled battle between heaven and man. He raised his head with complicated emotions and met those clear eyes filled with mist. He suddenly paused and withdrew his hands like an electric shock.

    The scene of the little kidnapper showing off his skills just now is still vivid in his mind, but he is still here thinking about things without knowing what he is capable of.

    After all, the power of the protagonist's halo is limited.  President Feng sighed with complicated emotions?It doesn¡¯t look like the grade is low.  President Feng was led into the waiting room and sat on the sofa with satisfaction, flipping through the tattoo designs sent to him carelessly, his mind drifting away.

    After falling asleep yesterday, he had a vague dream.

    I have forgotten about eighty-nine points of the scene in my dream, and I can only vaguely remember the little fox lying quietly in my arms, with a soft and well-behaved expression, but his breathing gradually weakened.  The delicate and soft face was inexplicably devoid of any color, and the body temperature was getting colder by the inch. It was so realistic that one couldn't help but feel chilled.

    An inexplicable strong fear woke him up from his dream. When he saw the little guy lying next to him, sleeping warm and soft, with his breathing steady and long, he finally felt relieved, but he was no longer sleepy at all.  After tossing and turning for a long time, I only closed my eyes for a while until dawn, and was pulled to this place by the vice president.

    That dream made him a little uneasy, but he couldn't figure out the reason. As he was dazed, a figure in a white coat suddenly appeared in front of him.

    President Feng raised his head subconsciously, and was about to say hello to the legendary tattoo artist, but as soon as he saw the other person's face clearly, his face became slightly colorful: "How many part-time jobs do you have? Our story is so lacking.  A supporting role?"

    ¡°It¡¯s just a way to make some extra money in my spare time. My ideal is to make enough money one day and just sit at home for a day without doing anything else.¡±

    Zhong Jie put on the mask slowly, waved to him, and led people into the tattoo room: "What tattoo do you want to have, has Mr. Feng picked it out?"

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Aside from cheating people when working as an intermediary, the cooking skills are still reliable, and the technical skills such as tattooing are probably not too bad.

    Now that he was ready to be slaughtered, President Feng had no choice but to comfort himself, took off his shirt and put it aside, lying on the tattoo table in fear: "I want to tattoo wings, and the horns are like a couple's suit. Have you ever seen it?  Horns? The ones on the head, pointed¡ª"

    "Of course I have seen it, but the devil's bone wings are not suitable for you. Considering your identity, I'd better try to help you make your look as sunny as possible."

    A faint light flashed through Zhong Jie's eyes, and he patted his shoulder. His eyes suddenly turned dark, and mysterious fluctuations appeared in the air.

    Inexplicably, I felt that the flow of air was slowing down, and some strange aura was slowly filling the entire space.  Feng Zhan felt wary for no reason, and frowned in discomfort. He subconsciously wanted to stand up, but was gently pushed back by the hand behind him: "Don't move, it's not done yet."

    Feng Zhan wanted to speak again, but suddenly he felt terribly sleepy. He yawned instinctively and closed his eyes in a daze.

    Before his consciousness completely fell into darkness, he seemed to vaguely see the sharp shadow of the bone wings.

    President Feng was delighted by the cool shape. He tried his best to hold up his eyelids and pointed at the ferocious sharp shadow cast on the ground: "I want to get this tattoo"

    "this one?"

    Zhongjie raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned over to pick up the cartoon little wings sticker that fell on the ground, and nodded thoughtfully: "That's good, this is quite suitable for your identity, and you can also use it in the future. It seems that your  The vision is pretty good.¡±

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