老阿姨bilibili

  Ye Xian took off the lid of the pot and fanned the smell lightly with his hands. The fragrance was rich and mouth-watering, and the gluttons in his stomach were almost hooked out.

  It smells so good!

  If the president doesn't come back, she's afraid that she won't be able to resist drinking this pot of soup.

   Taste first whether the piece of meat is rotten or not.

  Ye Xian opened the cabinet and looked for tools for scooping meat. He found a small colander on the top shelf of the cabinet, so he tiptoed to get it. His toes were straight, but he couldn't even reach the handle of the spoon.

  Why does the CEO put the kitchen utensils so high? Show off your extraordinary height?

  She jumped up a few times, but still couldn't reach it, so she was going to move a bench to get it.

   No, at this moment, a slender and well-proportioned hand with well-defined knuckles suddenly grabbed the handle of the spoon and handed it to her.

   "Short."

  The man leaned over her ears, with a deep voice slowly flowing into her cochlea, and a big hand suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

  Ye Xian thought he had seen a ghost during the day, so he jumped three feet high in fright.

"ah-"

   Yes, there are ghosts!

   Couldn't it be brought from the ghost town?

The young man jumped up reflexively, his feet slipped, and he almost fell down. Fortunately, he was held firmly by the man. Seeing that she was still jumping up and down, she was not at all uneasy, so he put down the colander and pressed it down with one hand. He grabbed her shoulders, held her waist with one hand, and held her tightly in his arms from behind.

The young man's frail and boneless body was tightly pressed into his arms, and during the struggle, the faint and pleasant milky body fragrance rushed into the tip of his nose along with his movements, like a dose of morphine evaporated, calming down the man who hadn't seen her for several days Anxiety calmed the involuntary and pervasive strong thoughts, drove away the huge haze accumulated due to her absence, and comforted the man's body and mind that was eager to be touched.

  Bo Ting hugged her body tighter and tighter, his eyes were lightly closed, and the straight bridge of his nose was buried in her messy black hair, as if he was taking a deadly poison.

Ye Xian stretched his teeth and claws and felt that he was being restrained by the 'ghost'. The other party was so powerful that he seemed to be attached to her body anytime and anywhere. After exhausting all his strength, he barely stretched out a hand and picked up the kitchen counter. The fork on the table was ready to fight it desperately, but when he looked up, he saw... an extremely handsome enjoying face?

  President, President? !

  Her mouth opened into an O shape, and the fork in her hand fell out of fright.

   "President, when did you come back? Why didn't you tell me?"

  Hearing her voice, Bo Tingshen slowly raised his head.

   I don’t know if it’s an illusion, Ye Xian feels that he seems to be in a good mood, although his words are still very mean, "Why did I tell you? Who are you to me?"

   "Who am I to you, don't you know?!"

  Ye Xian questioned him righteously.

  Bo Tingshen stared at her with a slightly dazed expression, holding his breath, "Who is it?"

  Ye Xian: "My servant!"

  24 hours on call, cooking, accompanying business, there is no worse servant than her!

  Bo Ting's deep eyes turned cold, and the hand holding her slender waist felt a little heavier, "Oh? What kind of servant can enter the master's room without authorization?"

   "...hehe~"

  Being scared out of her soul just now made her a little bit more courageous, but now she was pinched and remembered that she was the "body to wear a crime". No wonder she was locked up as soon as she came in, for fear that she would escape.

  (end of this chapter)