In order to be more comfortable in the future, Ancha felt that it was still necessary to warn, and then left with the king who mimicked the earth dog.

As for why dogs......

Ancha prefers stupid dogs......

[This king is not called 'boy', but I am called king, weak chicken human. 】

The Demon Tiger, who was following An Cha, glanced at An Cha with contempt, shook his beard and snorted twice.

The king's current spiritual power level is not enough, so he can only use spiritual power to transmit sounds.

"The king is a ghost! From now on, you will be called Wang Ba Dan, king, domineering, and single, what a high-end and high-grade name that conforms to your temperament. ”

Someone's face is not red and his heart is not beating, and he is talking nonsense in a serious manner.

“…… Are you stupid for me? ”

"That'...... Old black? ”

"...... "Huh!

"Blackie?"

...... "What should I do if this king really wants to shoot you to death!"

In the end, under the "fierce" dispute between the two, a certain tiger won and called back his original name - Dawang.

The cold wind and the fluttering snowflakes drifted and fell, as if the city was dyed into a world covered in silver.

The day Ancha came back was the day before Chinese New Year's Eve.

Pushing the suitcase out of the airport, the cold air on the pavement made me shiver instantly.

Her current spiritual power is not enough for her to use it casually to protect her body, so she can only boil it slowly.

As for the king, Ancha let him nest obediently in the suitcase.

Stretched out his hand and sighed lightly, his slender fingers rubbing gently.

An Cha casually glanced at his fingers, the dim light hit the back of his hand, glowing with a little white jade-like halo, and the ten fingers were well-proportioned and slender, without a single flaw.

An Cha took out her mobile phone, found an angle, took a picture against the light, and uploaded it to Weibo:

Ancha: Is the hand control wooden and beautiful? Lick the screen! [Picture]

Pulling the collar of his coat, Ancha pulled the box with a lazy smile and took steps.

Under the projection of the light, the shadows on the ground are moving more and more slender, and the soft facial features have a little greenness that has not yet grown, which is a good interpretation of the word picturesque.

An Cha only wore a black sweater and a loose windbreaker with gray and white panels, the buttons of the windbreaker were not buttoned, and the scarf around her neck was casually worn for decoration.

The ultra-high return rate and the clear admiration of the girls around them all demonstrate the success of Ancha's demeanor rather than temperature.

Ancha didn't wear a mask, after all, there are almost no photos of Ancha on the Internet except for her Weibo.

And not everyone knows that there is such a number one person as Ancha.

Gradually moving away from the gaze behind, An Cha stopped the car and went to Ms. An's studio.

As in previous years, Ms. An would hold an annual party every year on the day before Chinese New Year's Eve.

The address is right in her studio, and this year should be no exception.

Besides, whoever let Ms. An be gone, no one cooked for her.

And Ancha doesn't look like a person who will go out to eat alone, so at this time of year, Ancha will go to the party to eat and drink, and what she eats is her mother's anyway.

Ms. An is really very painful for Ancha, even if she is busy at work, she never ignores Ancha, never invites a nanny, and has always had three meals a day by herself, rain or shine.

Seeing that Ancha, an outsider, was a little jealous.

More than ten years ago, after Ms. An won the championship as a dark horse in the International Fashion Designer Competition, she gave up the great opportunity to invite first-line clothing brands from various countries.

Returned to China alone, set up a clothing studio and founded his own clothing brand, and with his own strength and contacts over the years, he has become a big man in the clothing industry in China.