Mr. Bo’s Milk Sweetener is A Mermaid Omega

Late at night, when Bo Sijue returned to Tianzhi Mansion from a meeting at the company, he saw the young man still sitting on the sofa watching TV with gusto.

With a gloomy face, he stretched out his hand to summon the servants in the hall.

“What’s going on? It’s already so late, why didn’t you let him go to bed?”

Seeing the man’s dark expression, the servant immediately lowered his head with a look of panic on his face.

“Mr. Bo, Mr. Bai has been staying here watching TV and refusing to leave. We didn’t dare to say anything!”

What happened during the day was enough to prove how much their president loved this young man. Who dared to touch him at this time?

Seeing the man’s cautious look, Bo Sijue didn’t embarrass him and walked towards the sofa with long strides.

After a moment, he stood next to the young man.

But because Bai Junluo was too focused on the TV at the moment, he didn’t feel that there was anyone around him at all. He was still laughing happily from the comedy program on TV.

His happy laughter instantly made the originally silent and cold castle lively.

“Bai Junluo, do you still want to be so noisy staying up late?”

Bo Sijue’s face was bad as he looked intently at the young man who was still laughing on the sofa, as if he wanted to poke a hole in him.

Bai Junluo on the sofa was startled when he heard Bo Sijue’s voice.

He raised his head and looked at the man’s gloomy face, a thin layer of mist appeared in his pupils, and he lowered his head.

Seeing the young man’s aggrieved look, the man’s chest felt tight, and he couldn’t help but feel a wave of regret in his heart.

After sighing helplessly, Bo Sijue tried his best to calm down the anger on his face, looked at the young man in front of him, and said softly: “Was this TV really so good?”

The young man balled himself up and nodded weakly at him. He didn’t say a word to him, just like a little pitiful person again.

A burst of sobs came from him. Bo Sijue glanced at the young man huddled on the sofa, and his heart became more and more depressed.

“Crying again?”

The boy on the sofa did not answer him this time. Instead, he shrank into the corner of the sofa and ignored him.

Alas, he was really defeated by him.

“It’s very late now. You can watch it again tomorrow, okay?”

Bo Sijue softened his tone and reached out to gently rub the young man’s soft hair.

Feeling that the man was no longer angry with him, Bai Junluo raised his head.

With a pair of watery sapphire eyes, he said weakly: “Hubby, aren’t you angry?”

Seeing the young man’s cautious look, all the anger in Bo Sijue’s heart suddenly dissipated.

“No more, come with me to wash up.”

Bo Sijue picked up the young man on the sofa and walked upstairs.

Old Wang, who was behind him, looked at the two people leaving and felt a sense of disbelief in his heart.

He had grown up watching Bo Sijue and had never seen him be so interested in anyone.

Could it be the young master really liked this young man?

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Bo Sijue placed Bai Junluo next door to his room, turned around, and returned to his room.

Smelling the lingering fragrance of roses in the room, Bo Sijue unconsciously pictured the young man’s beautiful and delicate face in his mind, and the corners of his mouth curled up unknowingly.

“Ah!”

A scream came from next door, suddenly interrupting Bo Sijue’s thoughts.

He walked quickly to the next door. When he opened the door, he didn’t see the young man’s petite figure. At this time, a burst of sobbing came from the bathroom next to him.

“Bai Junluo, what’s wrong with you?”

Bo Sijue opened the bathroom door and saw that it was full of water and shower gel bubbles, and the boy was lying on the ground without any clothes.

His long sea-blue hair was soaked in water and spread wetly on his white shoulders, making him look like a seductive fairy.

Bo Sijue’s pupils suddenly shrank, and his Adam’s apple rolled slightly.

“Husband, my feet hurt so much!”

The young man’s weak voice contained some trembling, and he stretched out his hand to the man with red eyes.

Only then did Bo Sijue come back to his senses.

He took out a bath towel from the cabinet, wrapped the boy on the ground, and carried him to the bed outside.

“Ouch…it hurts! Husband, my leg is going to be broken!”

The young man covered his red and swollen ankle, opened a pair of dazzling gem eyes, and looked at the man in front of him with tears in his eyes, not knowing at all that his pitiful appearance made someone feel uncontrollable.

Bo Sijue lowered his eyes, concealing the unclear meaning in them, and dialed the number of his personal doctor An Haoyu.

In the middle of the night, An Haoyu, who was sleeping, received the news and rushed to Tianzhi Mansion overnight.

“Mr. Bo, it’s so late. What happened to you that made you call me here in such a hurry?”

An Haoyu rushed to the second floor with a hint of anxiety in his tone.

Bo Sijue stood up, pointed to the young man’s red and swollen ankle, and said in a cold voice: “I’m fine, he has a sprain. Give him medicine to cure it quickly.”

An Haoyu turned his eyes to the young man’s slightly red and swollen ankle. The expression on his face instantly cracked.

It was such a common wound, but Mr. Bo spoke on the phone as if he was about to die. It really scared him to death.

If he had come a little later, the redness and swelling would have gone away on its own.

“Mr. Bo, just apply some medicine and rub it on this kind of bruise and sprain. Wasn’t it too much for you to call me over?”

An Haoyu spoke in a casual tone. Bo Sijue saw his calm and gentle tone. His face turned cold instantly.

He frowned tightly and his tone was extremely cold.

“What? You can’t handle such a small thing. Do you want to stay in a poor place for a few years?”

After hearing what the man said, An Haoyu, who was still casual, quickly shook his head in horror and begged for mercy in a flattering tone: “Mr. Bo, don’t be angry. Take this potion and rub it on his feet. Your sweet baby will be alive and kicking again tomorrow.”

He took out a bottle of potion from the medicine box and put it in the man’s hand, then turned around quickly to escape from the room.

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The two people who were left alone in the room had an unnatural blush on their faces because of his words.

Baby…, this disgusting name made Bo Sijue frown unconsciously, but the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

“Stop crying, just put on some medicine and you’ll be fine tomorrow.”

The man reached out and held the white ankle of the boy who was still sobbing aggrievedly on the bed, and applied medicine on him.

“It hurts so much…!”

The young man’s trembling voice sounded, making the man stunned as he applied the medicine. Looking up, he saw that the young man’s beautiful face was wrinkled as if he was trying his best to hide something.

Bo Sijue’s handsome brows wrinkled.

He had never served someone like this since he was a child, and this boy was still picky.

Anyway, he was already very careful, so why did it still hurt him?

“You can’t even bear this small pain; I don’t know who raised you so delicate.”

The man said he was disgusted, but secretly he softened his hand a little.

“Umm…”

The boy’s weak sobs came again, which made people feel itchy.

The temperature of his body continued to rise uncontrollably. Bo Sijue had a dark face and frowned.

If the young man continued to sob like that, he was really afraid that he would lose control and eat him on the spot.

“If you cry again, I won’t knead you anymore. I’ll break your legs.”

The man’s cold voice was mixed with a hint of suppressed anger, which scared Bai Junluo to the point of suppressing the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes.

After a while, Bo Sijue saw that most of the redness and swelling on the boy’s feet had obviously disappeared and slowly put away the medicine bottle. He stood up and asked, “How is it? Does it still hurt?” After a while, he didn’t hear any answer.

When he looked down, he realized that the boy on the bed had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

“You can still fall asleep. Such a stupid fish, how did you even fall in the bathroom?”

Looking at the young man’s sleeping face, Bo Sijue stretched out his other hand that had not touched the potion and pinched the fair cheeks.

The boy’s cheeks felt extremely good, as if he were squeezing glutinous rice balls.

The man retracted his hand, curled his lips slightly, covered the boy with a quilt, turned around, and returned to his room.