Quick wear: the blackened boss is fierce and clingy

chapter 119
Tang Shu briefly explained the situation to Cyril.

After listening to her, God was slightly confused: "Don't you need treatment?"

cough.

Tang Shu cleared her throat and put on a serious expression: "No, as long as you put them in a room, the effect of the medicine will be cured."

Cyril was slightly silent, as if thinking seriously.

Tang Shu went among those people in the hostel, untied one of them, and asked him to send Leslie and Odin back to the original room.

When the man came back, he tied him up with a blank expression.

After everything was settled, Tang Shu suddenly realized that Xi Ruier also took a sip of that glass of wine.

She froze for a moment, raised her hand and grabbed Cyril's sleeve: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Huh?" Cyril lowered his eyes.

He felt it carefully, then shook his head slightly.

"Ordinary potions won't affect me."

"Are you concerned about me?" The young man suddenly bent his eyes, like a curious child, and slightly lowered the corners of his mouth, staring intently at Tang Shu's fingers holding his sleeve.

Tang Shu was a little curious.

Cyril is really easy to coax, he seems to get satisfaction easily.

In Tang Shu's opinion, just a simple greeting was enough to cheer him up.

"Of course." Tang Shu raised her head and said firmly.

God pursed his lips happily.

"I'm very happy."

God never hesitates to express his true feelings.

Xi Ruier took Tang Shu's hand, his eyes were clear and clear: "Let's go back to sleep, Ashu."

Tang Shu was taken aback.

The heart was hooked softly.

How on earth did Cyril do it?
Tang Shu was always puzzled.

Although there were some frivolous words, he said them with a sacred taste.

After Tang Shu was stunned, she felt ashamed of her impurity.

Then, dazed, she was led back to the room by Cyril.

...

Tang Shu sat on the bed, her gaze fell on Cyril.

The young man in black robe held a candlestick, bent down and placed it on the table.

But when he straightened up, he was stunned again.

"Odin and Leslie..." Cyril turned his head to look at Tang Shu, "They seem to be fighting."

what.

The roots of the girl's ears under the long hair suddenly turned red.

She fell back on the bed, hugging the quilt with her hands.

The moist and dark eyes looked at the slender figure complicatedly and tangled.

"Don't worry about them, that's the fun between husband and wife."

Tang Shu had no idea what kind of mentality she was in when she said these words.

Cyril was slightly puzzled, he was stunned for a moment, then fixedly looked at Tang Shu, as if promising: "I will never do anything to you, Ashu."

After finishing speaking, Cyril turned his head, and his eyes seemed to peek into some kind of more secret picture through the wall.

After Tang Shu realized it, she stopped it immediately: "Don't look at them, Cyril."

Cyril turned around.

Tang Shu waved at him, her voice slightly hoarse: "Come and sleep."

God then walked towards the girl obediently.

Tang Shu was still not at ease, she was worried that Cyril would be curious to see something she shouldn't see, or hear something she shouldn't hear.

So, before going to bed, Tang Shu exhorted very solemnly: "Don't look at it or listen to it, sleep well."

Lying quietly on the bed, God responded softly.

Candles go out.

Before falling asleep, he tilted his head slightly.

I don't know how long I watched it, but God suddenly asked in a low voice, "Can I kiss you?"

The gorgeous tone is bewitching at night.

Tang Shu also turned her head.

Cyril's appearance is such that her heart will be moved once she sees it.

So lovely.

No need to answer.

Tang Shu took the initiative to kiss him.

(End of this chapter)