Lingjue finished her homework nearly two o'clock in the morning, and Tangyuan came back to the room as if knowing she had finished it.

"Sir, you are going to school at half past six. It's time to go to bed now."

"Good What's wrong with that, Mr. Tang Yuan? " Lingjue grabs it. "Is it because I haven't been with you lately?"

"No, the master has a lot of work. The king Gu should understand and help the master, not give him trouble."

Lingjue knows something is wrong with tangyuan. Isn't this Yumu head like a sugar pill?

"Sugar pill brainwashed you?" She was a little upset. Who let it turn the lovely dumpling into a machine?

Tang Yuan's face darkened. "It used to be that Tang Yuan didn't know what to do, which added a lot of troubles to the sir. Later, Tang Yuan will do what the emperor Gu should do, and won't let the Sir worry any more."

"What do you worry about?" Lingjue looked at Tangyuan seriously, and felt very sad. "We grew up together, I hope you will always be Tangyuan It's not for the little Tangyuan I live for. "

He reached out and held one of her fingers. "Sir, it's half past two. It's time for you to go to bed."

Lingjue looks up at it. She doesn't know why. She suddenly feels sad. Her dumpling is gone

Why do you want to let it go? The dumpling that robbed her of food and joked with her is gone.

She has a little thing like sugar pill, which reminds her to sleep every day, to live for her, like a tool.

Tools There is no emotional tool.

Why is this

"Tell me, what happened?" Ling Jue looked at it tenderly. "Who took my little Tangyuan away?"

Its small claws scratched her palm, and its big blue eyes turned into dark blue. "No one, Sir Alex will have a good Tangyuan in the future. Tangyuan has opened the inheritance, and knows how to make himself better, make the master better, and no one can bully Sir Alex in the future."

"Tangyuan..."

"It's time for Sir Alex to go to bed." He looked at her with a smile. "Sir, I want to work hard."

The color of its pupils became dark blue, no longer blue

And the little hair on its head becomes flat, without which it can stand up happily.

Lingjue stands up and goes back to the room. Tangyuan watches her leave and flies back to the roof.

Lingjue dials Feng Yulin. Tangwan must know what happened.

"Well, miss me..." There was a husky voice from the other end.

"I'll look for sugar pills."

"I know everything it knows." Feng Yulin knew lingjue would ask for it for a long time, so he was not surprised.

"What's the matter with Tangyuan?"

"He said he didn't want to cause you any more trouble."

"Ha ha, it has taken away my family members and given me a tool. Is that not to make trouble for me?"

"It means tangyuan."

“……”

"The little guy chose his own way."

"I don't want to. I want Tangyuan back..." Lingjue's voice was choked. Why? She didn't like it at all.

"They also have their own choice, since it chose..."

"Choose a fart, you never know how important Tangyuan is to me! I don't need a tool! It will never be my tool! "

Lingjue hangs up the phone. She turns off her mobile phone and feels very sad.

It's like a sister who grew up together suddenly left and never came back