The little milk dragon raised by the boss is acting like a baby again

Obviously, Long Yunchi didn't want to be beaten by Gu Nanshan, so he could only accept his fate and go downstairs to cook another pot of noodles for Gu Nanshan.

Three 10 minutes later—

Gu Nanshan, who was full of food and drink, was half lying on the sofa, stroking his round belly contentedly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Long Yunchi sitting on the opposite sofa in depression, frowning slightly: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"No."

With his little thoughts, he wished it would be written all over his face, but not yet.

Gu Nanshan rubbed his temples and hooked his hands: "Come here."

He looked up at Gu Nanshan, then lowered his head again, continuing to button the sofa in a fit of anger.

"Come here and discuss something with you." Gu Nanshan said.

Hearing this, Long Yunchi reluctantly got up from the sofa, walked to Gu Nanshan and sat down, with his back to Gu Nanshan, and his fingers continued to buckle the sofa.

When Gu Nanshan saw it, he didn't stop him, he just asked, "Do you want to stay in the mortal world and live with me?"

Long Yunchi paused, and looked back at him uneasily: "Why do you ask that?"

"Think?" he asked again.

"Of course." Long Yunchi turned around and grabbed his sleeve: "Ah Shan, you won't and don't want me..."

"Then let's get married." He interrupted Long Yunchi and said.

Long Yunchi's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at him in disbelief: "I... I seemed to be hallucinating just now, what did you just... say?"

He gently took Long Yunchi's hand, looked into his eyes seriously, and repeated word by word: "I said, let's get married."

"Are you... serious?"

Holding his hand, Gu Nanshan clearly felt that he was trembling.

With his eyes half down, his fingers slowly intertwined with Long Yunchi's, and he said without haste: "I have thought about it carefully, if I must live with one person in this life, then that person must be you. No , it must be you."

After all, he looked at Long Yunchi seriously and asked, "So, Yunchi, are you willing to marry me?"

Long Yunchi didn't seem to have thought that he was really proposing to him, and his mind was down for half a minute before he came back to his senses, and then he hugged him happily, like a big dog that was rewarded, rubbing back and forth against Gu Nanshan's neck: "I am willing, very willing, very willing!"

"Then we go abroad to get the certificate tomorrow?"

"Listen to you!" He excitedly rubbed against Gu Nanshan twice, as if thinking of something, he was stunned, and asked tentatively: "Ah Shan, can I call someone to be a witness for us tomorrow?"

"Do you still have friends in the mortal world?" Gu Nanshan was a little surprised.

"It's not a friend, it's an uncle." Speaking of this uncle, Long Yunchi's face was much more admirable: "Uncle was once the God of War in the temple. Although he was serious and old-fashioned, he loved me very much and taught me many things. I don’t know why I left the temple and have been living in the mortal world, I thought, since he is also in the mortal world, why don’t I ask him to be a witness, and I am worthy of his kindness in nurturing me.”

Gu Nanshan leaned in his arms and listened, twirling his fingers around his long hair: "It's up to you to decide."

Seeing that he agreed, Long Yunchi excitedly hugged him and kissed him for a while, and then went back to the room to use psychic skills to send a message to his uncle.

On such an ordinary night, Gu Nanshan made an extraordinary decision.

He is going to marry Long Yunchi.

It is said to be married, but this is not an easy task.

Long Yunchi is a divine master who came out of the temple, without any identification in the mortal world, to put it bluntly, he is a black household.

If he wants to get married and get a household registration, Gu Nanshan has to get him a reasonable identity certificate.

So, early the next morning, he called Zhang Boyi.

"What, getting married?" Zhang Boyi on the other side of the phone bounced off the bed directly: "You don't have a fever, do you?"

"I'm serious. Find a way to give me Yunchi's ID card before noon. I'm flying to the Netherlands at eleven o'clock."

"No, how can it be so fast to get an ID card, hello? Hello?"

Before he finished speaking, a busy tone came from the other end of the phone.

Looking at the screen saver of the mobile phone, Zhang Boyi rubbed his hair irritably: "It's early in the morning, let people not live."

Cursing and swearing, but the body still got up and put on clothes honestly, and went out to do errands for Gu Nanshan.

After making the phone call, Gu Nanshan himself was not idle, so he invited someone to come to his house early on to measure the size of both parties' fingers and make a custom wedding ring.

It was ten o'clock when everything was done.

However, Long Yunchi's uncle did not show up for a long time. As a last resort, Long Yunchi had to use spiritism again.

"How, did you get in touch?" Gu Nanshan asked.

Long Yunchi shook her head.

"He turned off his spiritual sense." He frowned, and really couldn't understand why his uncle would lose the chain at this time: "Forget it, I'll let Lingdie pass the message."

After finishing speaking, he used his consciousness to transform into a golden spirit butterfly, stored his words in the spirit butterfly, and let it fly out.

At the same time, Yunzhong Palace, a famous manor mansion in S city.

In the master's room, the man's groaning voice fluctuated from strength to strength.

Through the half-closed door, I saw a slender white hand tightly grasping the white sheet, golden eyes full of tears, unknown liquid on the corner of the mouth, body trembling, trying to escape, but was imprisoned by the other's big hand, Pull back hard.

The man's eyes widened in pain, and he said with a slight cry: "Bastard...it hurts so much, let me go, I have to go to my nephew's wedding..."

The man paused, a trace of displeasure flashed across his long and narrow eyes, he turned him over, made him face himself, and bullied him: "Hey, do it again."

"You bastard..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man blocked his thin lips and quickened his movements.

Testimonials

Cough cough, that's right, after more than a month, "Little Milk Dragon" is finally on the shelves.

Thank you for your company all the time, because I also know that many of the cuties are students, so I will steal a little money from Mr. Gu every week to distribute powder packets to everyone.

After being put on the shelves, the update frequency is about one update per day, one chapter is 3000 words, and one subscription is about fifteen cents ＿(:3⌒?)＿

Little cuties who don’t have money will hold a personal market, and those who have money will hold a money market. No matter how much it is, it’s love? (???;)? =З=З=З

I won’t reveal the plot, I believe everyone doesn’t like spoilers, right!

Alright, enough rambling, the text is still updated at night.

I love you ξ(?>??)

——From Lolo who can only drive broken cars