High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 440 The sugar content is high
Instead, he put down the noodles prepared for the boy, glanced lightly at the assistant, and saw the assistant sitting stiffly for a moment as expected, Yang Moyan then looked away and walked towards the sofa where the boy was.

Just a glance, but only saw the boy's pair of long legs that were against the sky.

He frowned slightly, "Lin Zhaoxia?"

He called the boy's name, but there was no response for a long time.

Just at this time, Yang Moyan also stood beside the sofa, looked down, but found that the boy fell asleep again without knowing what.

Report this pillow, the side face is still so evil.

It seems to be a habit, even when the boy is sleeping again, there is a smile on the corner of his lips.

Yang Moyan looked at it for a while, stretched out his hand uncontrollably, and rubbed the boy's hair twice.

Then he patted the side of her monstrous face, "Get up, eat something before going to sleep."

In her sleep, Lin Zhaoxia only felt someone calling her name in her ear.

The voice was very nice, deep and magnetic.

It's also very familiar, it's the feeling that emanates from the bones.

Then there is the distinct touch on the face.

It seemed to have been tapped twice.

It's just that Lin Zhaoxia was very sleepy.

There is a sense of tiredness that permeates from the depths of the body.

What made her completely unable to keep her eyes open.

Yang Moyan yelled a few more times, seeing that the boy still didn't respond, except that his eyelashes moved a few times as he called his name, there was nothing else.

He sighed, feeling that the boy couldn't cry anymore?

But the boy said he was hungry before, and he couldn't let the other party sleep hungry all night. If he woke up like that, his stomach and intestines would be bad.

Young Master Yang thought for a while, and finally turned around and walked to the side of the sofa, then bent down, stretched out his hand, pulled the boy up, and brought him into his arms.

With this big movement, even if Lin Zhaoxia didn't want to open her eyes no matter how tired she was, she had to be disturbed to open her eyes.

The first action of the boy who opened his eyes was to raise his eyes and blink.

The second action is to pull your lips and make a sound: "What?"

In the third and last movement, he reached out and grabbed Yang Moyan's clothes, but he didn't let go, and even buried his face in the opponent's arms, took a deep breath, "I'm so sleepy, I still want to sleep. "

There is a bit of softness in the tone, which is a side that is rarely seen.

Unfortunately, this side happened to soften Young Master Yang's heart, to the level of a mess.

"Eat something first, and then continue to sleep?"

He spoke in a low voice, with a coaxing tone.

The boy's voice was still soft, with a strong nasal and sleepy voice, "Then why don't you hug me?"

"Okay, I'll carry you to eat, and then go back to sleep." Yang Moyan agreed simply, and took practical action after speaking.

He straightly bent down again and picked up the young man, raised his legs and walked towards the dining table beside him.

Lin Zhaoxia's hand was still holding on to the other party's clothes, but because of such a hug, the position changed, and it became a tugging on the other party's collar.

A pair of peach-blossom eyes were half-closed, and the tails of the eyes were flushed. At this moment, that monstrous face was exposed.

There is also a deep, deep tiredness and sleepiness between those eyebrows and eyes.

And at this moment, the young man looked obedient and ugly.

But it's not just about watching.

Yang Moyan walked to the dining table and sat down, still hugging the boy, adjusted the boy's sitting position in his arms, and then left with one hand to grab the chopsticks.

(End of this chapter)