Poor Little Guy is the Top Guy

   Chapter 438 God-born is just like that (4)

  Mu Yao chose a cafe opened by his friend.

  The storefront is not big, but it is exquisite.

  Privacy is also very good.

  Su Zhe was wearing an ordinary school uniform and a peaked cap on his head.

   In addition to his excessively fair skin, he covered most of his face, only revealing half of his red lips and a round nose.

   As soon as he entered the door, he was directly stopped by the vigilant boss.

   Originally, it was not illegal for students to come to drink coffee. I was afraid that some students had a bad mind and wanted to seduce some rich and famous people.

  After all, the people who can come to him are not too ordinary people, especially the fourth master who has always been romantic, who has caused him more than one trouble.

   And now, looking at the boy who deliberately covered his face, the boss didn't want to say too much, just shook his head regretfully and said,

   "Go quickly, this place is not for you."

   "No, you misunderstood, I'm here to find someone."

   "Who?"

   "Mu Yao."

   "Who are you talking about?!!!"

   Hearing this, the boss, who had reserved some leeway, turned cold.

   There was no one in the store at the moment, so he came out from behind the bar and stood directly in front of Su Zhe.

   Although the boy in front of him couldn't see his face, he could tell from his skin that he should be a good looking man.

   It's just that I'm doing something wrong, but I have to go this way.

   The boss has seen this situation more than once, so he was not polite at the moment, he grabbed Su Zhe's wrist directly, and made a gesture to drag the person out.

   But he didn't expect the next second to be held by Su Zhe's backhand at a very fast speed.

   "I don't like people touching me."

   The boy's cold voice sounded in the boss's ear, and at the same time, the five fingers gradually tightened their strength.

   "You, you let go. It hurts, let go, let go."

   The boss must have never imagined that a boy who looked weak and weak in the past could still have such great strength.

   At this moment, the fingers grasped on his wrist are like iron, and each finger clearly shows 100% of its strength.

   And at this time, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open from the outside again.

  Su Zhe let go calmly and decisively, and at the same time he heard a hearty voice, unable to hide his excitement, he said,

   "Xiao Zhe, why are you earlier than me?"

   "Just arrived."

  Su Zhe turned around and saw the man come gracefully, wearing an elegant white suit, backlit, and spread out a piece of heaven and earth.

   wrapped him tightly.

  Su Zhe lightly hooked the corner of his lips.

   Yu Muyao, he really likes it.

  Mu Yao was naturally happy too, came over and hugged him into his arms, reached out and took off his hat, and rubbed Su Zhe's hair with extra pity.

   The boss behind him who was rubbing his wrists saw Su Zhe's true face.

  To tell the truth, even the prodigal youth in the oil painting is nothing more than that.

   There is a trace of dust in the delicate eyebrows, the lips and teeth are white and sharp, clean, and there is a delicate beauty from the bones.

   "Brother Yao, this is"

   The boss seemed to have forgotten the pain in his wrist, and just stared dumbfounded at the incredible handsome boy in front of him.

   And Mu Yao took Su Zhe into his arms with great pride, raised his eyebrows and said,

   "Don't think about you, this big baby is mine. It's my own."

   After he finished speaking, he took Su Zhe's shoulders and walked to the elegant room behind him.

   At this moment, Su Zhe was as soft as an innocent lamb, walking along with Mu Yao's footsteps.

   The boss frowned after realizing it, and he couldn't help but wonder,

   "The one with the fierce look just now, is that the child?"

   However, at this moment, another person came to the coffee shop.

   With huge sunglasses covering half of his face, he stood in front of the bar with a cold face, and said softly,

   "A glass of ice American, thank you."

   (end of this chapter)