Chapter 22: Memories of Bugs (1)
"Oh, you're pretty useless."
"Also, you look ugly crying, stop me."
Looking at the poor hairy ball, Chao Xu was not sympathetic and even a little disgusted.
Hairball:......
No, under normal circumstances, shouldn't the young lady hug it and say it's the best system in the world?
Hmph, spicy chicken host.
The heart was stuffy and panicked, and the angry hair ball who didn't want to cry turned his head, and shrank in the corner sullenly and angrily.
"Okay, okay, don't be angry."
Chaoxu brought it back again, "I have no memory, even if you are useless in this world, you are the only ball I can rely on." ”
The only thing to rely on?
[Really, really? 】
The hair ball that was burned into a dough shyly stammered timidly.
"Of course it's true."
Chao Xu looked at Mao Tuan, his eyes were very sincere.
However, what I thought in my heart was that this ball was really easy to deceive.
Sure enough, Mao Tuan was coaxed into obedience in less than a minute, completely forgetting that he had just been scolded by the court once.
"Since you don't cry now, let's go."
After the hair ball stopped crying, Chaoxu picked it up casually, took a peaked cap and pressed it on his head, ready to go out.
[Let's go? Host, where are you going. 】
"A trip to school." Chaoxu squinted his eyes and looked out the window at the sky that was beginning to darken.
The words that came out of his mouth were innate arrogance and domineering, "Isn't memory a bug?" If the dog thing doesn't solve it, I'll go and get it back myself. ”
Nothing can stand in her way.
The little heart of the hair group is beating wildly, why is today's host so domineering?
So handsome, I want to get married.
However, the hair group was not excited for two seconds, and the domineering order of the thief that he had just said was changed to a lazy appearance.
"But if I really can't find it, forget it, I have to go home to eat, after all, the people live on food."
Hairball:......
It's wrong, it shouldn't have expected anything from the host in the first place.
With a sigh, Mao Tuan resigned himself and prepared to go out with the order.
But just a second before she was about to leave, she had been squatting in the corner like a transparent person, and finally at the moment when Chao Xu was about to open the door, she took three steps and two steps to grab the corner of her clothes.
"Where are you going?"
Chao Xu lowered his eyes and looked at the pale and slender hand on the corner of his clothes, but he was shaking because of the excessive tightness, he was silent for a moment, and he ripped it off.
Then he tiptoed and rubbed his head, "I'll be back soon, don't come with me." ”
This tone is like a scumbag.
Mao Tuan looked at Ci Mo's tearful appearance, and couldn't help but feel distressed, [Host, you see that he is so pitiful, just bring him over. 】
"Nope." Chao Xu's attitude was extremely resolute, "It's already very troublesome to take you, I refuse to bring another oil bottle." ”
She likes to walk alone and doesn't like to be with others, as for the hairball...... She didn't take it personally.
In the hair. Not people. When the group still wanted to speak, Ci Mo spoke first, looked at Chaoxu timidly and said, "You can go, or you can leave me and come back early, okay?" ”
This little pitiful look looks like watching her husband cheat, but she has no choice but to humbly cook a meal and wait for her husband to come home The tragic original match.
It's obviously just a simple conversation, but Mao Tuan inexplicably has the feeling of watching a large-scale bloody drama.
And its poor little host is a scumbag who has no feelings.