Wen Chuan
After the disconnection, thinking of the terrible situation of mosquitoes, she finally felt comfortable and got up to open the computer code.
In the middle of the yard, she suddenly thinks of LAN Cang, so the plot of solving the case turns into love, which makes her readers question whether she is in trouble.
That "blue" kept the same harsh style of painting as before, "your plot of the novel simply raped my chemical theory."
Wen Xing
There's something wrong with this man!
The next day, in the major class, Wen Xing didn't listen to the class either. He held his cheek and stared at LAN Cang, thinking about how to eat this man.
He must still be angry now. Even if she sent him to the door again, his great uncle might not be well.
What's more, how can you explain your relationship with mosquitoes to him?
With such a consideration, a few days have passed, and so should his great uncle?
Blue Cang these days a class was a burning eye gaze, see her no other movement, a little bit dull mood.
On that day, he rode back to the villa. On the shoe rack at the entrance, he saw the women's slippers brought by Wen Xing last time. His eyes sank slightly, and his heart was haunted by a strange emotion. He couldn't understand them, but he felt terrible.
He half leans on the sofa, holding a glass of wine in his hand. No matter how upset he is, he is still plain and lazy on the surface.
Jingling jingling -
the doorbell suddenly rang.
LAN Cang picked up the receiver of the video phone and said, "hello?"
A man in a baseball cap appeared on the screen. "Hello, is that Mr. Huangfu?"
"It's me."
The man said, "there's your express."
Blue Cang crooked head, express? He didn't buy anything online. Who sent it to him?
"Just a moment."
He got up and opened the door. The courier and his companion immediately carried the things in.
It's a big box. With the sign of LAN Cang, they put the things in the living room, and then they went away in sweat.
LAN Cang stood in front of the box, looked at it a few times and began to dismantle it.
When the box opened, he saw a completely unexpected picture.
A little woman was curled up in a box. She was dressed as a cat girl. Her snow-white skin lined with black leather was as crystal as jade. Her small shoulders and slightly exposed snow-white attracted his attention immediately.
He looked up slowly, passed the woman's gorgeous face and landed on the cat's ear on her head.
At this time, the little woman opened her mouth, "meow ~"
"..."
For the first time in his life, he felt that he was poor in words.
The sound of rustling came from the box. Wen Xing didn't know where to turn out a sign and lifted it up. Four words were written on the sign with a pink pen.
Take me home.
LAN Cang
He looked into her big watery eyes. For a moment, he really thought it was a stray kitten begging for help.
He hooked the corner of his mouth, lowered his head, and wiped her forehead with the tip of his nose, "Wen Xing, do you want to be my pet?"
Wen Xing raised his head and wore a golden cat bell on his white neck, which made a clear sound.
She has a cat like smile on her face. She grabs his hand and licks it on his fingertips, leaving a wet mark on the tip of her pink tongue.
"Meow ~"
she stood up and put her arms around his neck. Her head rubbed against the side of his neck and called again.