Yama sum and silence rarely quarrel.

Even if there is a quarrel, it is Mr. Shan who unilaterally sulks and loses his temper.

Silence seems to have made up his mind to adopt these two little milk babies. The two had a conflict...

Of course, Mr. Shan was angry, and he really didn't let the silence go to sleep on the sofa. Mr. Shan covered himself in the corner of the bed, wrapped himself in a ball, and left the back of his hairy head to silence, expressing his anger and resistance.

"Hill..."

"Go, go, the master doesn't want to pay attention to you!" Mr. Shan's voice was muffled.

Silent shook his head helplessly, tucked the quilt for Mr. Shan, and slept next to Mr. Shan, and there was a little distance between the two. As the night deepened, Mr. Shan was angry for a while, but he still couldn't resist the drowsiness, and fell asleep with a slight snoring sound.

In his sleep, Mr. Shan turned over, subconsciously rubbed on the side of Silence, and when he touched the familiar body, Mr. Shan muttered, and the octopus on his arms and legs seemed to be on Silence.

I finally slept soundly.

For the next few days, Shan Zonghe was silent in the "cold war". The two little dolls didn't notice it, and they shouted very smoothly with their fathers, and they were usually obedient and peaceful.

"Little Dad, I want to play games too." In the afternoon, Yang Luotian leaned on Mr. Shan's shoulder and looked at the mobile game interface curiously.

Mr. Shan was teaching the WD team's new pros how to play the game, rubbing his shoulder: "Go down, don't touch me." ”

Yang Luotian pursed his mouth aggrievedly and tugged at the corner of Mr. Shan's clothes: "Little Dad~~"

Mr. Shan turned his head, glared at the little cub, and said in a stern tone: "How many times have I said it, the master is not your father!" Go and play on your own! I'll send you away in two days! ”

Yang Luotian's eyes moistened suddenly, and he lowered his little head aggrievedly. He actually didn't understand why the little dad didn't like him... He and his younger brother are already very well-behaved, and they didn't snatch their little father's snacks, and the amount of food has decreased.

But I have lived in my little father's house for almost ten days, and my little father has never given himself a good face, and my big father is working every day...

Yang Luotian remembers it very well: after his mother went to heaven, the relatives didn't like the two of them, and only his grandparents (Mr. Shan's parents) kindly adopted the two of them...

The grandparents were too old to take care of themselves, so they sent them here. However, the little father didn't seem to like him, Yang Luotian returned to the sofa aggrievedly, looking at the clear blue sky outside the glass window, his eyes were red.

"Brother~" Yang Luo ran over, "Why are you crying?" ”

Yang Luotian rubbed his eyes: "Brother, little dad doesn't want us..."

Yang Luodi sat next to his brother, his two little fat legs swaying, and he also tilted his little head: "Second uncle said, the two of us are waste that no one wants... Brother, I don't want to be a waste..."

"Brother..."

They are not very old, but the days when they lost their mothers at a young age and were helpless made the two of them sensitive, and the little father didn't like them, and the little milk baby could feel it clearly.

They are like two useless, heavy burdens.

***

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Shan stretched his waist and twisted his neck: "Yang Luotian, are you hungry?" ”

No one responded.

Mr. Shan frowned and walked back to the living room: "Yang Luotian, Yang Luodi, what about you?" Do you want to eat lobster, the master is reluctant to tell the two of you. ”

Still no one responded.

The living room was swept clean, and the toys that had been messy on the floor were put back into the cupboards; I ran to the room of the two little milk babies to find someone, the room was neat and clean, but the person was gone.

Mr. Shan suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart...