When night fell, the Ling family was resplendent like a palace.

In the back garden of the Ling family, a very delicate and elegant rattan trellis was erected, and there were two reclining chairs under the rattan trellis, and a small boxy table was placed in the middle of the two reclining chairs, and the small table was covered with all kinds of small snacks, because this is Ansuqian's favorite place to stay, reading books, playing games, and even Miss An would sometimes fall asleep here.

After dinner, Ling Yichen came here along the path in the back garden to find her, the sun had already set, the weather was slightly dark, looking from afar, the two yellowish lamps hanging under the rattan trellis were swaying slightly along the wind at this time, there was a different taste, Ling Yiyou approached and found that Miss An, who was supposed to lie here at this time to read a book and play games, was gone. Ling Yichen looked at the empty recliner with his eyes, and suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, to be precise, there was a small object on the recliner.

This little thing is Ansu Qian's little pet Bao, I saw it turning over on its back, four small short legs opened into a big shape, the lower body is also covered with an open book, the small eyes are slightly narrowed, the small head looks at the sky, comfortably enjoying this quiet time. Xu is the sixth sense of an animal, and Xiao Po can feel that someone is looking at it with an unknown look at this time. At this moment, there was an extra behemoth on the top of its head, Xiao Bao's eyes opened, and his small body trembled, quietly pushing away the books on his body, turning over, moving with his little claws, trying to move towards the corner of the recliner, shrinking into a small ball, trying to make himself not conspicuous, preferably someone can not see it.

"Wu Bo." Ling Yichen looked at Xiao Ah Bao, who was huddled in the corner of the recliner for a long time, and then called.

"Young Master." Wu Bo also stood behind Ling Yichen at some point.

"What about her?"

"Young master, Miss went back to her room an hour ago." Wu Bo came up to report this matter to Ling Yichen.

"Oh?" Usually, Ansu didn't go back to the room so early.

"And the door is closed." Wu Bo added.

"......" The eyes of the person standing under the rattan trellis narrowed slightly, and his eyes fell on Xiao Abao, and then from its body to the small table placed in a boxy box, the small snack on it was eaten a little bit, and if you look closely, there are still two big front teeth on a piece of walnut cake, An Suqian does not have such front teeth, and the culprit must be the little rabbit in front of him, Ling Yichen snorted slightly, turned around, and walked back.

Little Po, who hummed and shrunk in the corner of the recliner, trembled, this person, whenever it pestered the little master, always grabbed its little neck three or four times and threw it away, I really don't know how to pity the rabbit at all!

"Bao, did you steal it again?" When Po was thinking about it, Wu Bo approached him again.

Well? “……”

When Po decided to do bad things like the little master, he blinked innocently, and silently read in his heart: Don't do my business, don't do my business......

Ling Yichen went directly to the second floor, An Suqian's room was very close to his room, and seeing that her door was really closed, his brows furrowed invisibly, and his big hand stretched out and twisted open without hesitation.

The door was not locked, he twisted it open, and Ling Yichen saw Miss An lying on the bed writing and scratching at a glance.

"Shallow."

"Yikes!" The girl on the bed was startled by the call at the door, and began to hurriedly stuff the small note written on the bed into the futon, and then lay back on the big bed as if nothing happened, and put on a posture that she thought was very good.

"Why did you come in and not knock?" Miss An looked at the visitor dissatisfied.

The person in front of him held the idea that not only the Ling family was his, but also the villain in front of him, and directly ignored the little girl's dissatisfaction, and pointed to the point: "What are you hiding?" ”

"Nothing." Ansu pretended to be stupid.

"What is written on the note you are hiding?" Sentence to point.

"Ling Yichen, you're not going to see me, I'm a girl."

What is on the girl's mind? What is it? Ling Yichen frowned, "You can tell me about you, the girl's heart." ”

"No, you can't!" Miss An on the bed stretched out her index finger and shook it at him, "Do you know what is on your mind?" Hearts, as the name suggests, are things that people think in their hearts, and they can't be said! Understand？ ”

"Got a stomachache?" The man standing on the edge of the bed suddenly spoke out of his mind.

"Nope." Miss An on the bed looked at him inexplicably: "Why do I have a stomachache?" "Is the topic of the girl's heart so happily changed?

"You're here for that?" The man standing on the edge of the bed thought about it for a moment, and then changed to a more understandable statement.

"Nope." Miss An on the bed blushed.

"Then what else do you have on your mind?" Frown.

“…… Don't tell you. Miss An on the bed choked on his question, who told him that a girl's heart is equal to a girl's menstruation?

"Like? Dislike? The man on the edge of the bed suddenly said something astonishing.

"How do you know what I wrote on the note?" Miss An on the bed was shocked.

"You wrote on the note 'Like? Dislike? ’？ This time, the man on the edge of the bed was confirmed.

"You...... How do you ...... "What does that mean?" Know or don't know.

"It's written in the palm of your hand." The eyes of the people on the edge of the bed fell on one of her small hands.

“…… Well? Miss Ann on the bed remembered that she had scribbled a page full of "Like?" Dislike? After that, he wrote one on the palm of his left hand.

"Huh." An Suqian had to laugh dryly. "I'm writing to play."

"Who are you talking about?" The person on the edge of the bed is not easy to fool. "Zuo Yirong?"

"It's not." Shake your head.

“…… I don't want you to like him. The man standing on the edge of the bed pursed his thin lips and gave an order with an uncertain expression.

"I didn't like him." An Suqian shook his head, glanced at him secretly, and found that he was also looking at himself, and suddenly, the little face began to feel like it was burning.

“…… Then why are you blushing? The person standing on the edge of the bed saw that Miss An's face on the bed was getting redder and redder, and his eyes became even more suspicious.

"Gee, anyway, I didn't like him." The little girl was very uncomfortable with him, so she turned over, hid her face and went to the toilet......

The person who stayed behind lifted the futon and found the crumpled note that she had stuffed indiscriminately, and spread it out, and it was indeed full of dense "Like? Dislike? ”。

The man standing on the edge of the bed pursed his thin lips, crumpled the note from his big hand, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, turned around, and walked out. ……