Seize My Boyfriend - B6 (1) - Daily Updates of The God

There was a hoarse roar from the delivery room, which made Bo Siyu feel cold.

“Bo Siyu, I’ll kill you~ I’m going to bite you to death, you who have suffered thousands of knives!”

When the cries of pain and cursing mixed together, Bao Siyu was circling around outside the delivery room like an ant on a hot pot.

Yang Yang’s body is not an ordinary Omega, and the production process will be more difficult. After this push, Bao Siyu regretted it. He shouldn’t be so selfish and must have a baby.

It was the first time that Bao Siyu realized what a second is like a year, and he wished he could rush in to hurt him.

I don’t know how long it took, anyway, Bao Siyu felt like it had been several years. The door of the delivery room was finally opened, and he rushed forward, “Master Bao, no matter how you protect him

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“There will be no more children in the future!” Mo Zhiyang looked at the child’s father pitifully with a pale face.

Bao Siyu hugged the person gently, “I’m not going to give birth, I’m not going to give birth.” If this happened again, I would feel so sorry for myself.

“Where’s Zai Zai?” Mo Zhiyang finally thought of the child who just fell to the ground, but when he saw the doctor bring in a wrinkled, monkey-like little meat ball, he suddenly regretted, “I gave birth to a fucking thing?” He was not bad, and Bao Siyu was more beautiful, why is the child so ugly

? ! Was it stolen? This was Mo Zhiyang’s first thought when he saw his child.

When Zai Zai grew up, he didn’t dare to tell him about it.

Spoiler: A day in the life of a housekeeper.

At 5:30 in the morning, the housekeeper turned off the alarm clock and woke up to wash and dress. After putting on the housekeeper’s clothes neatly, he stepped out of his room.

He has served the Bo family for more than 30 years and dedicated his life to the Bo family. Now there are two more, Mr. Mo and the young master.

“You wrap the hard corners of the newly bought furniture with cotton. The little master has just learned to walk. You must not let him knock it.” Mr. Butler carefully and seriously ordered everything in the morning.

“Yesterday, Mr. Mo said that the croissant was delicious. Did you make it today? Has the fresh milk that the little master drank arrived?” Mr. Butler checked everything one by one.

After confirming, check the time, and then ask someone to deliver the breakfast, and wait until the hosts get up early.

After tidying up the bow tie and standing at the top of the stairs, I saw a family of three going downstairs.

“You only hug cubs and don’t hug me anymore, so love will disappear, right? Yang Yang doesn’t love me anymore.” Regarding the

naive behavior of Marshal Marshal, the butler said that he has seen too much, and there is no disturbance in his heart. The next scene must be Mr. Mo’s kiss, and he will be coaxed.

Mo Zhiyang thought he was noisy, so he pulled his collar and kissed him, “I still love you.” As expected, the

butler personally served the three breakfasts, watching the croissants being eaten up by Mr. Mo again, he felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. In the afternoon, the little

master, who was supposed to be taking a nap, was staggering and playing in the corridor. The butler was the first to notice, and hurried up to hug him up, “Little master, where’s Mr. Mo?” At this time, a voice came from the study, and the butler leaned over with the child in his arms. Through the crack of the door, he saw the marshal kneeling, and Mr. Mo talking beside him. “It was you who said to give birth to the baby, but now you are the one who has been fighting for favor with him. Are you in a hurry?” Bao Siyu admits his mistake wrongly, “Yes, I am in a hurry.” In such a scene, Mr. Housekeeper took no surprise, closed the door gently, and then carried the little master back to the room. After all, wait a minute, they must have a big “battle”, which is not suitable for children.

Then you have to tell them to prepare to tidy up the study room first.

In this life, Mo Zhiyang’s body was injured due to childbirth, and he actually took a step ahead of Bao Siyu. After sending Yang Yang away, Bo Nianyang saw his dead father in front of his father’s grave the next day.

Silently, bury them together.

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roses with thousands of branches, thousands of characters on paper, blossoming characters, all of which are I love you.

Holding the bag in his arms, Mo Zhiyang didn’t dare to stop for a moment, rushed into a hotel lobby, saw the location of the elevator, and ran in before the door closed.

You can only catch your breath when you get into the elevator.

This plane task is really annoying. Nuan Yang, a big boss in the novel world, for some reason, was forced by a newcomer author to quit the circle and stop writing, and has since disappeared from people’s sight.

On the other hand, the newcomer became famous, and since then it has been smooth sailing. Only the original owner knows that it is actually the newcomer’s author who seduced Nuan Yang to make him quit the circle for love, and let him ghostwrite the famous book: “The Immortal Master”.

In the end, he hypocritically begged him not to speak out, but turned around and gave money to the newspaper, slandering that all the novels before Nuan Yang were written for him by himself, turning black and white.

Nuan Yang was labeled as a ghostwriter for plagiarism and disappeared from then on.

As his true fan, the original owner was really unwilling to learn the truth by accident.

From Mo Zhiyang’s point of view, this operation is also disgusting, even if it is shameful to plagiarize, but he actually bites back, what is this? For the sake of the task, I have read all of Nuan Yang’s articles, and indeed, every word seems to be seductive.

After reading his three books for three days all night, I still have more to say, and feel empty in my heart.

I came here today because the news that Nuan Yang is about to publish a new book broke out, and almost all publishing houses wanted to win his offline publishing rights.

Mo Zhiyang stayed in a small publishing house, or the one that was about to close down. He knew that he would definitely not be able to compare with those big publishing houses with strong funds, so he came here for a formality.

Probably to join in the fun.

Going outside the hotel room where Nuan Yang lived, Mo Zhiyang saw what is called a sea of ​​people, and why so many editors popped up all at once, all piled up in the corridor on the 26th floor.

Everyone held a contract in their hands, and everyone whispered together, discussing how they could win Nuanyang’s publishing rights.

When he came, the editor-in-chief said that it was interesting, and Mo Zhiyang didn’t hesitate, and planned to focus on that white-eyed wolf, Gu Mei, for this task.

“With the conditions of our family, we can definitely win the publishing rights.” A beautiful woman glanced at the other editors, showing disdain.

Mo Zhiyang knew that he was here to make up the numbers, so he found a small corner and squatted down, took out his phone and started playing games.

Everyone is so proactive, it seems that Mo Zhiyang is a good-for-nothing, but being a good-for-nothing is so fun!

Han Jingbai in the room knew the movement at the door, stared at a blank document, stood up suddenly, and walked towards the door, inspiration came.

Opening the door, there was indeed a crowd of people at the door, but Han Jingbai could still see the person squatting in the corner playing with his mobile phone at a glance, ignoring other people to strike up a conversation, he opened his thin lips lightly, but couldn’t say a word.

Mo Zhiyang, who was squatting in the corner and thinking about what to eat for lunch, suddenly realized that the atmosphere was not right, and when he looked up, everyone’s eyes were on him.

Mom? Do they want to collectively recognize their father?

Fascinated, the tip of his nose smelled the cool woody aroma, Mo Zhiyang raised his head and saw a very good-looking man with burning eyes.

Han Jingbai’s heart was restless: I really want to kiss. Thinking in my heart, I slowly bent down.

He was almost able to kiss him, but at that moment, he stopped suddenly, and Han Jingbai suddenly reached out and rubbed his soft hair, “You?”

Why can this person say the word you so affectionately?

Mo Zhiyang squatted in the corner, making sure that the left and right sides were all walls, did he tell himself about you? Could it be that there are ghosts! This does not mean that there are supernatural elements.

“Can we talk?” Han Jingbai rolled his Adam’s apple, his tone was soft and icy.

The two were invited into the hotel room and sat on the sofa under the jealous eyes of others.

Mo Zhiyang felt as if he was going to be eaten alive, that gaze was fixed on him all the time, but to maintain a stupid and cute character design, he could only pretend not to notice, which was a bit difficult.

“Talk, what are you talking about?” Mo Zhiyang stumbled while speaking.

“I want you to be my editor.”

The man’s speech was slow, deep and slightly chilly, like ice that had not been exposed to the warm sun in winter, and now the warm sun is here.

Hearing these words, Mo Zhiyang raised his head, plunged into his line of sight, suddenly realized the character design, and lowered his head pretending to be ashamed.

This person is unexpectedly good-looking.

Sword eyebrows and star eyes, a tall nose bridge, a thin lip slightly pursed, and a not so obvious tear mole in the corner of the left eye, which makes the handsome face a little charming, with long black hair tied high into a ponytail, which does not look feminine.

But the winter-like temperament has a sense of superiority, which makes people dare not be presumptuous, like iced coffee, which is bitter and beautiful.

There are so many big publishing houses out there, why did they choose me to be his editor? Mo Zhiyang began to think. From the beginning to now, he seemed to be aiming at himself.

But the task is to protect Han Jingbai to continue to create, so becoming his editor can better complete the task, and there is no harm at all.

Han Jingbai put his eyes on the boy, wanting to break his face and give him a good kiss.

“Then what do I need to do?” Mo Zhiyang didn’t dare to look up.

Han Jingbai was a little unhappy, why didn’t he lean into his ear and ask, “I’m on call.” ”

Oh.” Mo Zhiyang entangled his eyes for a moment, then lowered his head.

It was really weird, Mo Zhiyang said that he was going to prepare the contract and slipped away quickly. When he went out, he noticed the gaze behind him, and as soon as he turned his head, he met Han Jingbai’s gaze, and quickly retracted it.

His expression is cold, but his eyes are hot, as if he wants to burn people.

Watch him leave.

Han Jingbai let go of his clenched hand, and saw a thumb-sized sunflower on his palm, which seemed to be painted on. Knowing that he had been found, he murmured: “Only you, my love.” When he came out to meet everyone’s unkind eyes, Mo Zhiyang lowered his head with a sneer, intending to slip away

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Before taking two steps, the female editor who spoke harshly before suddenly stretched out her long legs. Mo Zhiyang didn’t check for a while, and was tripped directly.