C52 Dead Boy

Hee Zhuolun and Lang Yan returned home, and Martial Arts placed the dishes on the table: "Young Master, Mr Lang, it's time to eat."

"Uncle Wu, thank you for your hard work." Lang Yan entered the kitchen to wash his hands, and at the same time took out the tableware for them.

"It's no trouble." Seeing Hee Zhuolun taking off his suit at the door, Martial Arts revealed a face of hesitation. After that, he walked over and said: "Young Master, we will be sending Da Guai back to my house tomorrow."

Hee Zhuolun was slightly stunned: "A week has passed?"

"Yes."

Hee Zhuolun's gaze dimmed. "I understand, tell Lang Yan that I won't be eating tonight's dinner. Let him eat it."

Martial Arts looked at the figure going upstairs and could not help but sigh.

Lang Yan carried the tableware out, but did not see Hee Zhuolun. He asked curiously: "Uncle Wu, where is Mr Hee?"

Young master, you should go upstairs to rest. Mr Lang, you don't need to wait for him.

"Rest? Is he not feeling well? "

Martial Arts saw Lang Yan's concerned look, and sighed: "Tomorrow I will send Da Guai back to my clan."

With that, Lang Yan opened the door and left.

Lang Yan was baffled.

What did Hee Zhuolun going upstairs to rest have to do with Da Guai coming back to their house?

Could it be that Hee Zhuolun was unhappy about going back to their home and thus did not have the mood to eat? However, if you don't want to send Da Guai back, then don't. Why aren't you happy?

Lang Yan sat down to eat.

But after two bites, it lost its taste.

He had been eating with Hee Zhuolun during this time, and the two of them were practically inseparable. Now that he was eating alone, he felt that something was missing, furthermore, he was the only one on the entire first floor, so he was not used to it.

Suddenly, he felt pity for Hee Zhuolun. In the past, he would always eat alone, which showed how lonely he was.

Lang Yan put down his chopsticks and decided to go up to take a look.

He went outside the room and knocked on the door. Seeing that no one agreed, he could only push open the door and enter, only to see Hee Zhuolun standing with his back facing him outside the window, in a daze, looking extremely lonely.

Lang Yan saw that Hee Zhuolun needed some peace and quiet by himself, so he did not disturb him and quietly left the room. When he arrived at the room where Da Guai was staying, he saw Da Guai sprawled behind Bibi, looking like he was about to do something big.

"Damn, dead Da Guai, what are you doing?" Lang Yan hurriedly stepped forward to push Da Guai away, "When I'm not around, what are you planning to do to my Bibi? "Hmm?"

When Bibi saw his father, she immediately hid behind his father. However, Da Guai looked at him innocently:" Wuu.

Lang Yan lightly patted its head, "Stop pretending to be innocent. Do you know that because you are unhappy, your master has the nerve to stay here and ask questions?

She also didn't know what was going on with him. Looking at Da Guai, she said in an inexplicable manner, "It's been a long time since I've helped others with their hair, but my hands suddenly feel a little itchy. Da Guai, you were really lucky today.

Lang Yan walked to the room next door where Bibi lived and took out a special hairdressing tool from Bibi's box. Then, he returned to Da Guai's room.

The reason why he separated the two dogs was because he was afraid that they would mess around. Thus, when it was time for everyone to sleep, he would close the doors on both sides.

"Da Guai, what should I cut your hair out for you?" He rubbed Da Guai's fur: "Oh yeah, I heard that you want to go back to our clan, that means you'll meet the old man, right? "Then help me send a great gift to the old man."

Lang Yan picked up the hair cutting tools, and said while shaving: "I hope that after Old Man sees it, he won't kick you out of my house and let you become a stray dog."