Twenty minutes later.

Han Feiyu finally drove Song Yichen to the community where he lived.

To his surprise, the security guard standing guard at the door seemed to be a fresh face, smiling at him for no reason.

I'm afraid you're not a fool?

Han Feiyu had the impression that he didn't know this new face, but he still nodded politely to the other party.

After parking the electric car, he still had to carry the woman Song Yichen upstairs.

The place where he lived was on the thirteenth floor.

It is impossible to take the stairs, and I believe that as long as there is no problem with the head, people will not choose to take the stairs.

As for why I live on the thirteenth floor, it may be because there are no mosquitoes on the thirteenth floor.

Song Yichen on his back rarely calmed down temporarily.

It may be that he is not very accustomed to the unfamiliar environment.

Han Feiyu didn't bother to take the initiative to find something to say, for him, communicating with women was even more uncomfortable and painful than playing games and even kneeling.

It's even harder to take the initiative to start a conversation.

But that doesn't mean he has communication barriers or is autistic, it's just that he's just too lazy to talk nonsense.

The strong arm bypassed the crook of Song Yichen's leg, and he didn't even touch his hand on it to avoid embarrassment, and there was no more physical contact at all.

After a ding-dong sound, the elevator door opened.

Han Feiyu walked to the door of his kennel, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the door skillfully and lightly.

Finally being able to put down the woman on his back, Han Feiyu quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Good guy, you dare to say that you haven't gotten fat, what about liars, right?

Han Feiyu put Song Yichen on the sofa in the living room, then took off his mask and threw it into the trash can in the corner, took a glass of water and drank it all.

"This is the house you rented? Xiao Yuyu, it looks like you've been mixing well lately!"

Song Yichen looked around with some curiosity, the layout in the living room was very simple, and it looked a little suspicious that the owner of the room was ready to leave at any time.

It is worthy of being a place where a single dog lives, and there is not the slightest trace of a woman at all.

The only thing to praise is that it's fairly clean and tidy.

Two bedrooms and one living room, one of the rooms is where Han Feiyu is living, and the other room is full of things that are not commonly used, as well as ...... Han Feiyu's pet, a tanuki.

Meow.

After Song Yichen pushed the door open, a cute cat meow came.

Immediately afterwards, a tiger-headed cat came out of the crack in the door that was pushed open.

Blinking his big round eyes as bright as jewels, he tilted his head and glanced at Song Yichen, and then walked to Han Feiyu's feet with small cat steps.

"Wow wow, there's a kitten, where are you going?"

Song Yichen exclaimed in surprise, and wanted to bend down to pick it up, but found that after breaking a leg, he couldn't catch up with the cat's speed at all, so he could only hang a bandaged leg and jump slowly to catch up.

The whole person looks funny and ridiculous.

"Xiao Yuyu, you also have a cat, why don't I know?"

Song Yichen looked at the cat lying at Han Feiyu's feet in surprise and curiosity, and found that it finally stopped running, so he wanted to bend down and tease it, so he almost fell because he lost his balance.

I'm so angry, I want to touch it, but I can't!

Han Feiyu put down the water cup, held the cat on the ground in his arms, and said triumphantly to Song Yichen: "Solemnly introduce, this is my eldest brother, Flower Arm." ”

"Meow~"

The cat in the arms generally barks in agreement.

"Ahem......"

"What?

Song Yichen couldn't help but complain.

Which cat owner doesn't give his cat a nice name, you're good, I don't know which social big brother I thought it was, came out to see the field!

In fact, it's not that Han Feiyu is famous......

Well, he's just a noun, but he just doesn't want to admit it.

However, the cat named "Flower Arm" in his arms looks like his name, and he is completely worthy of the name given to it by Han Feiyu.

The cold little eyes and the black and gray limbs jiojio, calling a big brother with flower arms, isn't it too much?

"Hahaha!"

Song Yichen couldn't help laughing, without any ladylike demeanor.

"No, I'm laughing to death, and I'm still spending my arms, why don't you call Hua Qiang?

Song Yichen sat down on the sofa not far away. Stretched out his hand to take the cat from Han Feiyu's hand.

Han Feiyu rolled her eyes at him angrily, the ghost knows what this woman has been thinking about since morning to night, and she can laugh out loud at inexplicable things.

And he can't get any interesting jokes at all!

Weird!

He touched the flower arm in his arms, and then handed it to Song Yichen on the sofa.

At the same time, her eyes warned, for fear that she would accidentally make the "big brother" angry and leave several indelible marks on her face.

"Come on, little kitten, sister hug you!"

Song Yichen happily took the "flower arm" and took it into his arms.

And the "flower arm" didn't seem to have the slightest interest in the third woman who suddenly appeared in the world of him and the shovel officer, and was not honest at all in Song Yichen's arms, constantly kicking his limbs indiscriminately, struggling to jump to the ground.

"Oh, oh yes, don't move, let my sister touch it a few times!"

Song Yichen exclaimed, as if a child had seen a favorite toy, pressed the "flower arm" in his arms, and kept stroking its ball-like head back and forth with his hand.

I couldn't help but rub my forehead against its little face.

The "flower arm" was still a little resistant at first, and raised his little foot to trample on Song Yichen's face mercilessly.

Later, probably because she couldn't resist, she gradually gave up the treatment and collapsed in her arms.

There is no way, even Jiojio is pinched and brutally ravaged by this terrible woman in front of him.

In the end, he could only roll his eyes, like a heavy pork belly motionless in Song Yichen's arms.

Damn, why is this woman's method so good!

Shovel, come and escort!

Shovel!

Shovel......

Well, woman, you've managed to get Ben Meow's attention!

From now on, you will be the second-in-command of this place.

The status is second only to Ben Meow!

As for the one named Han Feiyu?

Meow~Meow~

He's the fourth-in-command, and his status is still behind the doorknob!

Of course, what the "flower arm" eldest brother thinks, Song Yichen and Han Feiyu don't know at all.

At this moment, Han Feiyu is working hard to change cat litter for his "big brother".

At the same time, I also simply cleaned up the remaining empty room, moved out the things I didn't need, and put them in my room.

There's no way, looking at Song Yichen's current appearance, she can't let her sleep on the sofa, but it's not the same thing to go to the sofa and let the room out.

The devil knows how long it will take for her injuries to heal!

Fortunately, there are not many useless things, and after a simple toss, it is finally done.

Han Feiyu let out a sigh and leaned on the sofa to get ready for a rest.

Raised his hand and glanced at the time on his phone.

Before I knew it, it was already afternoon.

The sun outside was still very strong, still hanging brightly in the sky.

With this kind of ghost weather, I really don't want to stay outside for even a minute.

Slowly, Han Feiyu closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, the world outside the window was already approaching dusk.

At the same time, there is a face that is so delicate that it is impeccable.

Song Yichen didn't know when he came over, and half of his body leaned down.

looked at Han Feiyu with a pair of big eyes, and didn't blink.

"Damn, what are you doing, so close, you almost scared me to death!"

Han Feiyu pushed her away, panting for breath, and pressed his hand on the frightened heart.

Song Yichen tilted his head, looked at Han Feiyu and said weakly: "I'm hungry! Xiao Yuyu, what should we eat at night?"

"Eat a hammer, do you think I look like food?"

Han Feiyu stood up and prepared to wash his face to sober up, feeling that after this short sleep, the whole person was a little delirious.

“......”

On the other side, Song Yichen, who was bored on the sofa, spent all afternoons playing cats and brushing his mobile phone.

"The phone is for you, order it yourself. ”

Han Feiyu simply threw the phone to her.

You can order whatever you want, cooking is impossible, it is impossible in this life.

I can order takeout and barely survive.

"Huh, do you usually eat takeout?"

Song Yichen said with some surprise.

She thought she could eat a big meal made by Han Feiyu herself, but unfortunately it backfired.

"Otherwise, do you think I'll cook with my own hands?"

Han Feiyu spread out on the sofa again, and didn't look at her, the ghost knows what she wants to eat, just order it, anyway, just bring her own share.

"Cut, take-out will be take-out, eat poor you!"

Song Yichen glanced at him, and then said viciously.

At this moment, the eldest brother "Flower Arm" meowed twice, and came to Han Feiyu's feet with small and elegant steps.

Jumped directly onto him with a slight leap, and then found an extremely comfortable position and curled up.

It's still "big brother" that makes people worry-free.

"I ordered one for you, too! Don't thank me!"

Song Yichen took his mobile phone and searched for a long time, and finally chose what to eat.

“......”

Han Feiyu has nothing to say, do you want to thank you for eating the takeaway I bought with my own money?

Thank you so much, Ancestor!

After Song Yichen placed an order, he didn't return the phone immediately.

looked at the screen interface of the mobile phone, and was surprised to find that Han Feiyu's mobile phone screen wallpaper turned out to be a very eye-catching beauty.

It looks familiar, it should be a star from the Kimchi Country, right?

Although she usually doesn't pay much attention to the entertainment industry over there, she happened to watch an idol drama she starred in some time ago.

Isn't this the type that Xiao Yuyu likes?

I heard that the idols over there prefer to use knives, but I don't know if this face is real.

Hey?

Song Yichen swiped casually, and was surprised to find that Han Feiyu's mobile phone seemed to be very clean.

Except for some essential applications for life, I didn't even install some of the most popular video software today.

Wait, what does this pink app do?

Just as she was about to click in to see what it was, the phone had already been snatched by Han Feiyu.

"Song Yichen, what are you doing!?"

“......”

Han Feiyu held the phone tightly in his hand, guarding against her like a thief.

"Stingy, is there any ulterior secret?"

Song Yichen pursed his lips and didn't care.