Sai Xiong sat blankly on the sofa, still holding a box of biscuits in his hand, looking at the boy who was cleaning the room over there.

The master had just suddenly lifted her quilt, picked her up with both hands and glared at her for a while, and suddenly it became like this.

It is not difficult to see the impatience between the young man's tightly knit eyebrows, the frightened excitement as if he has been stimulated by something, and the trembling hands can be faintly seen.

Let's chirp, chirp...... Sacrifice Xiongxiong was stunned and didn't forget to eat.

'Diandian, what's wrong with him, master?' ’

(You moved his things, I guess OCD is guilty.) ）

No, he didn't move that much before. ’

In the past, the owner always smiled helplessly, and cleaned up her mess in an orderly manner, which was as crazy as now.

Demon Classical didn't hold back, (to your habit!) Clean up your own mess, and you don't understand what elementary school students understand. Now that the master doesn't know you, be careful that you finish grinding out the master's favor. ）

It's all the master's habit, and now the master is doing it himself.

A self-inflicted teenager was on the verge of madness, and when he saw the biscuit crumbs scattered on the bed, he wanted to lift the bed and throw it out of the yard.

Sacrificial Xiong Xiong obviously didn't realize her mistake, and she thought it was okay, "No, I don't know how to clean it up." ”

Because the master will always clean up, she can give it to the master.

Diandian was also speechless, (wait for you to suffer in the future.) ）

Take her time, after all, she has not attended nine years of compulsory education, and she has a master who is used to everything.

When Boke finally cleaned up the house and returned to the neat model house, lunch was already cold.

He looked at everything familiar and comfortable, and his irritability was finally relieved, and his eagle eyes stabbed at the girl over there.

Sacrificial Xiong Xiong was already cold, his eyes were inexplicably a little cowardly, and he pouted and stretched out his hand, "Brother has worked hard, hug~"

He didn't reach out to hug her, but crouched in front of her and pulled a wet tissue against her mouth, as well as her hand.

It wasn't until he was wiped with incense that he put away his terrifying eyes, patted her little hand with a straight face, and his eyes were as if he was complaining about her.

was beaten, and the sacrifice was not stunned in disbelief.

The owner also blames her?

The difference between the front and back was too big, and the grievances instantly filled her brain, and she couldn't control the teardrops and her eyes rolling.

Boke obviously didn't expect her to look like this, and was at a loss for a moment.

He wanted to tell her that he couldn't do this, why was she sad before she could say it?

wiped and wiped, her tears just couldn't be wiped clean, and the helpless Boke had to hug her into his arms and pat her back, "Don't cry..."

He has an extreme penchant for control, his own things, he will not allow others to move a single penny, he will not take it out and share it.

Otherwise, he would be like just now, with an uncontrollable rage and loss of reason.

He was very indulgent to her and did not vent his discomfort on her.

got his compromise, but the sacrifice was even more uncontrollable, "Brother... I'm sorry... Are you blaming me? ”

The girl cried and cried and hiccuped, obviously really wronged.

Bo Ke was very helpless, his heart was faintly spreading dullness, he sighed and comforted softly, "No." ”

Canon, (Look, it's like this again.) ）

Sacrificial Xiong raised his head with tears in his eyes, and asked uncertainly, "Really?" ”

What else could Boke say, afraid that she would cry again, picked her up and walked to the table, "Hmm." ”。

Two identical lunches on the table were placed on a plate, and he scooped a spoonful of tofu brain and fed it to her mouth, "Don't cry." ”