Ning Ying listened, and really thought seriously for a while.

Then she raised her head and said to the fourth elder brother: "What I thought for me, everything is already very thoughtful." ”

She paused, took the fourth elder brother's sleeve and said, "Listen to the master." ”

When the fourth elder brother heard her say this, he smiled slightly.

He likes women who know how to be content.

The two of them talked for a while, and Ning Ying gradually couldn't open her eyes a little - it was late at night.

She was an out-and-out night owl before she crossed over, and often stayed up late chasing dramas until late.

But after crossing, because there is no Internet here, I gradually quit this habit of going to bed late.

So when it was time to sleep, Ning Ying naturally felt sleepy and surged upward.

The fourth elder brother turned his head and saw that Ning Ying's eyes were about to narrow, and his head sank little by little.

He looked amused, reached for the handle of the fan next to the pillow and poked her cheek lightly.

Ning Ying didn't react.

So the fourth elder brother went directly to her hand - reached over to support her chin, and kissed her gently, Ning Ying's eyes widened suddenly.

The fourth elder brother smiled and called the slave to come in, extinguished the lights in the house, and cleaned up the things that had just taken a bath.

After the minions withdrew, the room finally fell silent.

Ning Ying snuggled up to the fourth elder brother's chest, her head drooping, and she wanted to sleep.

In the haze, she only felt a strong big hand holding her hand, and it was the fourth elder brother who brought her fingertips to her lips and kissed her.

Then he took her hand and slept with his eyes closed.

It was pitch black in the back garden.

The small wontons bypassed the rockery and ran through the promenade, a black hole, and occasionally the sound of night owls flapping their wings and flying over the treetops could be heard.

Little Wonton couldn't help but be a little scared.

However, this road, it remembers very well.

It didn't take long for me to finally reach the junction of the front and back yards.

The two little eunuchs guarding the door recognized the little wonton and knew that it was Ninggege's pet dog, and when they saw it, the two of them first glared, and then they both bent over with a smile and wanted to pick it up and send it back to Ninggege's yard to ask for a favor.

The little wonton is agile and gets out of the way at once.

Then it opened its voice and barked a few times into the study in front of it.

The two little eunuchs knew that the fourth elder brother was not in the front study tonight - they were not afraid of disturbing the master's tranquility.

In addition, this little wonton is Ninggege's dog, as the saying goes: it depends on the owner to beat the dog.

It's the little wonton that ripped his throat and turned the sky upside down, as long as the fourth elder brother doesn't care, no one can blame him.

So the two little eunuchs just chased after the little wontons just now.

In the silence of the study in the front yard, there was a sudden response after a while.

It's a plush puppy head with ink marks popping out of the far door.

It recognized the cry of the little ravioli, so it stuck out its head to look at the little ravioli.

In the past few days, the little eunuch who has a dog has been watching strictly, and it has not had much chance to sneak out to see the little wonton, and is also worried about it.

As soon as the little wonton saw the ink marks coming out, he screamed even more.

The ink mark immediately "whined", which meant to let the little wonton stop screaming.

The little wonton obediently closed his mouth, wagged his tail and limped towards the ink mark.

When Ink Marks saw its appearance, he immediately greeted it.

The little eunuch who guarded the door saw that it was the fourth master's dog who came out to greet him, and the two dogs played in one place again, so they no longer drove away, but just put their hands in their sleeves, trembling and gathered together again, chatting about the sky just now.

Inkmark took a step forward, twitched his nose, and sniffed the cheek of the little ravioli.

It's a welcome gesture.

The little wonton moved forward, and then intentionally or unintentionally showed his shriveled belly to the ink marks.

Ink marks were a little surprised - the little wonton was actually starving today?

Didn't the owner care about her?

The ink mark instantly became even more distressed, and it took a few steps forward, looked back at the little ravioli, and motioned for it to follow.

It has ink marks and dog rice.

It can be shared with the little ravioli, just as the little wonton did to it when they first met.

But the little wonton didn't take a few steps before it lay down with a chirp, as if its strength had run out, and it looked back at its lame leg pitifully, and licked it a few more times panting.

Seeing this, Ink Marks stepped forward and gently rubbed the little wonton's cheek with his neck, encouraging it to stand up quickly.

Sure enough, the little wonton stood up, and rested his head trustingly on the waist of the ink mark.

The ink ghost made a difference, and suddenly, just like a mother beast treats a young beast, she lowered her head and gently licked the forehead of the little wonton.

The little wonton trembled instantly.

It looked up, just in time for the ink-streaked gaze.

The ink mark had turned its head away in an instant, not looking at it.

It took the little wonton to the yard, and as soon as he walked in, the little wonton felt two malicious glances from another corner of the yard.

When she turned her head to look over, she saw a little with a tail that looked like plum blossom petals.

This puppy's name is Huahua, and I have seen small wontons before.

Huahua is one of the puppies raised in the fourth master's courtyard.

But she only likes to circle around the ink marks, and the other little male dogs she provokes are very red-eyed.

In fact, Xiao Wonton had seen Huahua before, and Huahua often leaned around the ink marks at that time.

But no one paid attention to the abrasion marks.

Small ravioli are included.

So Huahua didn't feel anything.

But tonight, Flowey watched Ink Mark come in with the little ravioli, and looked back at it step by step—worried that its lame leg would trip over the debris on the ground.

Huahua's heart suddenly didn't taste good.

She doesn't understand what's good about this little called Little Wonton?

After listening to this little wonton in the past, he also worked as a stray dog for a while, although he now has an owner, but how can it be compared with the noble bloodline of their front yard dog?

Each of them was selected from one in a million to become the pet dog of the fourth elder brother.

If Moji is the best male dog among the four elder brothers' dogs, then it must be the most matching little female dog - the dog beauty.

What's going on with this little lame bitch who came in halfway?

Huahua looked at the little wonton menacingly for a while.

When he entered the house with ink marks and was about to take out his dog rice and give it to the little wonton to eat, Huahua raised her neck violently and let out a low threatening warning sound from her throat at the little wonton.

Little Wonton turned his head and glanced at Huahua with disdain, and even wrinkled his little black nose and made a provocative expression.

Flowey was about to explode in anger.

She ran over to the little wonton, and the little wonton stood in place and didn't dodge, and when Huahua arrived in front of her, it flashed a mocking smile in the puppy's eyes, and gently flashed to the side.