After sending this paragraph, he turned off his mobile phone, and casually picked up a certain puppy that was biting his foot at his feet.

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

With both hands in his arms, the monster hung in the air.

Looking at its two wet round eyes, he said with a smile.

Well, I haven't hugged you for a long time, and I've gained weight again!

……

"Stuffy... Wang......"

The monster let out a muffled cry.

Little Monster: Hmph, Lord Silver doesn't love monsters anymore, and he hasn't hugged anyone well this day.

Author: Good human dog.

The little monster rubbed the corner of its master's clothes.

Well, Lord Yin, people are hungry and haven't eaten for a long time. I'm so hungry, Lord Silver, people are so hungry......

He looked at the cute appearance of the little monster.

Inexplicably laughed.

Looking at its wet round eyes, its naturally red thin lips curved, and its fingers pinched its lying ears. The pale yellow light hit the young man's face, which made him look more agile and far-reaching.

The most striking thing is the lilac stud on his left ear that reflects the colorful light.

The pattern of the flower symbolizes the power of life.

Delicate facial features, delicate smile, delicate studs.

Simply,

It's beautiful!

"Hungry?"

It's worth analyzing, and you can guess what it wants to do by looking at the little monster's incomprehensible behavior.

It deserves to be its owner.

The little monster rubbed the corner of his clothes again.

"Lord Yinzhen is smart and yin. Hmm~ People are hungry......"

"Okay, I see, I'm going to look for you and see if there's anything to eat! Really, it's this day, I haven't eaten yet, I'm hungry, right? ……”

He stroked the little monster's hair as he got up from the couch and walked out the door.

came to the kitchen, rummaged through the cabinets and looked for a long time, and the result.

I found a lot of food, but it was for people to eat.

He took out his phone from his pocket, and pressed the unlock button with his slender fingers.

“21:42”

It's not too late! Glancing at the constricted study door, he walked over with the little monster in his arms.

There is still a shallow smile on his face, and the whole step is elegant like a prince who has walked out of the British royal family!

The steps are not fast or slow, there is no distance, and a few steps to the door of the study.

He stroked the little monster's hand and smiled a little helplessly.

The cultured knocked on the door, got the answer, and walked in.

He was still holding the little monster in his hand, with a smile on his face, and his steps were still so elegant.

"Brother Han, are you busy?"

The man hadn't given him another glance since she came in.

Watch the man's fingers dancing on the keyboard.

It was only then that I found out. This cheap brother of his own family is not only a man who has nothing to say.

Bare hands are enough to make countless people praise.

Yan Shaohan's hands are really good-looking, the five fingers are slender, and the joints are divided into yin, and walking on the keyboard at this time is even more attractive.

This is a pair of hands born for the piano, I don't know what it will be like to beat on the piano strings?

Just thinking about it makes me feel very nice!

"What's the matter, tell me straight?"

The man's gaze moved slightly, and his pale eyes fell on him, and he said lightly.

"Brother Han, I think you're almost as good as you are, or ......"

In the end, he still didn't say it to death, but the meaning was already very white.

"Huh?"

However, the man did not seem to have any intention of her, and his beautiful hand casually picked up the tea that was placed on the table.

I mean, "Brother Han, you see it's not too late!" Why don't I go back first! Do you still have to go to school on a cloudy day? ””

He looked at the man's pale eyes and said.

……

Human beings are more fragile and strong than they can imagine. Sometimes, I may be fragile enough to burst into tears at a single word, and sometimes, I find myself gritting my teeth and walking very little.

- Maupassant