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"Meow ~"

Qinghuan went to the back garden to do some exercise. She was pressing her legs. The black cat yawned and rubbed her upright ankle.

"Good morning, king." Qinghuan squatted down and touched its neck. The black cat narrowed her eyes comfortably. Her head also raised and purred happily.

The ladies and sisters of the studio love cats very much. After the wild cats were sent to the studio, the Morningstar studio has been occupied by the cat star people, and the back garden here is once again the king's.

No matter the family or fans, they all call this little guy King now. The name doraimi only stays in the cat card hanging on its neck.

The bedroom door has just opened a crack, black cat stepped on the dexterous pace, elegant and expensive to walk in.

"Meow!" doraimi jumped into bed, rubbed Xu ningzhou's face with her head, shoveled excrement officer, and got up.

"Shh." Qinghuan, who comes in with a dinner plate, just wants to make her little baby quiet. She finds that the man lying on the bed has a frown and a very painful look.

Qinghuan quickly put the tray aside, side sitting on the bed, black cat jumped out of bed and took a clean small towel.

"Thank you, baby." Qinghuan took the towel, black cat squatted at the head of the bed, a face comfortable, tail a swing, do not thank, take care of shovel excrement officer should.

Lying on the bed, Xu ningzhou frowns tightly, his forehead overflows with dense cold sweat, he sleeps uneasily, Qinghuan guesses that the man should be a nightmare.

Qinghuan wipe sweat for him, while gently patting the quilt on his body, soft voice called: "Ning Zhou?"

"Brother Zhou, wake up."

"Ho!"

Xu ningzhou suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were covered with blood. He pulled away from the nightmare and sat up directly. His chest heaved violently and the whole person gasped.

"A nightmare?" Qinghuan holds a towel to wipe sweat for him, the other hand gives him along the back.

Xu ningzhou didn't focus his eyes. He didn't seem to respond. After hearing Qinghuan's voice, his eyes focused on her face. Then he raised his hand and held Qinghuan's wrist to wipe his sweat. He held his arms tightly around him.

"What's the matter?" Qinghuan thinks there is something wrong with the man.

Doraimi jumped out of bed. The cat's paw fell on the carpet and stepped on the balcony with elegant steps. The king cat was going to take a sunbath. It was dark outside. The cold wind was blowing, and the branches were swaying. It was not long before it began to crack and rain.

"It's OK." Xu ningzhou wiped a face, he frowned, it is really this dream is too fantastic.

Qinghuan poked his sun with his fingers, kneaded it gently, and chuckled, "it's all right?"

"I..." Xu ningzhou leaned against the bedside table, looking a bit confused, "I had a dream, this dream is intermittent, the dream scene is also very chaotic."

Man's voice some hoarse, calm eyes like water looking at Qinghuan, "I saw the scene of our second meeting."

Xu ningzhou mouth slightly pursed, "at first, between us the gunpowder flavor is very heavy."

Qinghuan thought, it's not heavy.

At that time, Xu ningzhou mistakenly thought that Qinghuan was an arrogant and despotic evil lady, and bullied her mother and her sister.

Later, the man realized that this was a rabbit with red eyes forced by others. He put up his sharp claws to protect himself. Everything around him was dangerous to Qinghuan at that time. It seemed that the sharp claws were just bluff.

Qinghuan thinks that she has a bonus from the memory of the previous life. She regards Xu ningzhou as the backer of song Shuyao. She is full of vigilance towards this man. As soon as she is reborn, she thinks that she can no longer be bullied in this life. Instead of being passive, she should take the initiative.

"Later, you beat me up."

Xu ningzhou also rubbed his cheek, as if there was still pain on it. He hissed, "from small to big, it was the first time I was beaten."

The one who beat the prince is still a little girl. If he shakes it out, Xu ningzhou has a premonition that he will be the laughing stock of the wine table in the circle for a year.

Qinghuan that pair of peach blossom eyes Yiyi look at Xu ningzhou said: "you this is not a dream, is to restore memory."

"So." Xu ningzhou's tone is a little hard to say, "you really beat me?"

Qinghuan touched the tip of her nose, chatted and grinned, looked at the ceiling and looked out of the window, but didn't look at Xu ningzhou. Then she looked at the rainy day outside the window with a heavy face and said, "Hey, how did it rain?"

"I didn't eat much yesterday. I got you some. You can eat first and then sleep."

Xu ningzhou looked at her and didn't speak. In fact, the dream is not over. The second half is the reason why he is out of control.

In the second half of his dream, Xu ningzhou saw that he drove his car through countless red lights, and the vehicles were hit and deformed. He still looked at the front, his eyes were not loose, as if he had stepped on the brake, everything would be too late.

Finally, when the car finally stopped, it was replaced by fire. He took off his suit coat, poured water on his head, and rushed inside. He heard himself calling Qinghuan's name.After taking a puff of smoke, he couldn't make a sound, but he knew he was shouting Qinghuan. Hysterically, he couldn't make any sound. Finally?

At the time of being engulfed by the fire, Xu ningzhou is awakened by Qinghuan.

Qinghuan turned his back at this time and didn't notice Xu ningzhou's abnormality. The black cat squatting at the head of the bed again tilted his head and swept the arm of the sweep shovel excrement officer with his tail.

Qinghuan brought up the plate with Zhang Ma's soup, aunt Fang's porridge, and refreshing appetizers. Qinghuan took up a bowl of milk soup, stirred it with a spoon on her fingertips, and then took it to Xu ningzhou and blew it. "First, drink some soup to warm your stomach."

Looking at the soup in front of him, Xu ningzhou has no appetite, but he still drinks up the soup when he sees the color of care in Qinghuan's eyes.

After a bowl of hot soup, Xu ningzhou felt that his stomach was more comfortable, and the feeling of dizziness and nausea was much lighter.

Because Xu ningzhou's arm was injured, Qinghuan fed the porridge with a spoon by a spoon. There was a small table on the bed. Qinghuan had chopsticks in his left hand and a spoon in his right hand. Both hands were used naturally and skillfully.

"Isn't it fierce?" Qinghuan is aware of Xu ningzhou's line of sight, with a look of satisfaction, a face of pride.

"My girlfriend has a different breakfast." Xu ningzhou stretched out his hand and motioned to drink this porridge Qinghuan, "in order to practice the piano specially?"

Qinghuan had a bowl of chicken soup downstairs to nourish her stomach. Now she and Xu ningzhou drank porridge one by one, smiling and shaking her index finger, "no, I'm born to be left-handed."

The right hand was learned the day after tomorrow. In the Song family, she was left-handed. At first, she was ridiculed by song Shuyao. Later, her grandmother said that the etiquette of eating with her left hand was ugly and forced her to get rid of this problem.

Qinghuan remembers that she didn't adapt to changing hands at the beginning. She made a mistake. The palm of her hand was inflamed by the ruler. Even if she cried, she could only pick up the chopsticks by biting her teeth.