Since he had this kitten, Wen Xien has rarely called He Runcheng, and he seems to have returned to the ordinary little guy who was only worthy of rough work and had no connection with the young master.

However, when the moon that has been touched in the sky is restored to the posture of only looking up from the ground, there will be some dissatisfaction in my heart.

Even He Runcheng, who has always had a good temperament, will feel this way.

He thought the cat was a bit of an eyesore.

By the way, the young master seems to have given it a name.

It's called a dumpling.

The afterglow of the setting sun is dazzling, falling on the top of a mountain in a corner of the sky, evenly layered with layers of red.

There are usually no people in this yard, this will Wen Xien hold the cat to play under the tree, she lifted the cat up, the kitten is also very spiritual, meowing, the body began to move, the blue nightgown slipped from the arm, and a scarlet soft rope wrapped around the wrist was exposed.

He Runcheng was still holding a broom in his hand, but his eyes were involuntarily attracted to the past.

Wen Xien just thought that this red rope was good-looking and brought it on, but she didn't know that this scarlet and snow-white intertwined, like a scarlet snake crawling on her hand, but it was more like a circle of scorching shackles trapping that delicate snow-white wrist.

He Runcheng's gaze involuntarily followed her.

In the evening, He Runcheng fed the kitten and ate cat food, he quietly looked at the white and soft ball, and his eyes became indifferent that he didn't even notice.

Wen Xien washed up and sat on the sofa to read, the kitten in his arms suddenly became restless, and the voice it called out was no longer soft and glutinous, but sharp, a little abrasive.

Putting the book aside in his hand, Wen Xien picked up the kitten, but the always well-behaved kitten was unusually excited this time, struggling in her hand.

Wen Xien frowned, the strength in his hand increased, maybe the kitten also felt a little pain, so he stretched out his paw and grabbed Wen Xien's arm, leaving three blood marks.

The stinging pain in her arm annoyed Wen Xien completely, she threw the cat on the ground mercilessly, fortunately there was a thick carpet on the ground, and the kitten did not fall painfully, and there was always a sharp and thin cat meow in her throat, which sounded a little miserable.

The little guy outside also heard it, and He Runcheng was the first to rush in.

When he saw the young master's cold face, when she frowned, she had a little more unconsciously moving charm, her face was as cold as frost, and she seemed to be a little more fragile in this coldness, like a delicate glass beauty.

Hearing the exclamation of the girl next to him, He Runcheng's eyes slid and saw three more blood marks on the young master's snow-white slender arm.

Maybe it's because her skin is too thin and fragile, and it looks like the injury is very serious and terrifying.

The cat was still crawling on the ground, and its mouth was making a high-pitched cat meow, which was annoying to listen to.

The girl ran over and took out the medicine box to bandage Wen Xien, Wen Xien looked at the cat on the carpet indifferently, not at all as gentle as a few days ago, and gave a faint order, "Throw it out for me." ”

The kitten didn't know that she was in trouble, her little paws were still holding Wen Xien's nightgown, its claws were too sharp, and they pierced Wen Xien's calves through the thin fabric, she kicked lightly impatiently, and the kitten rolled a few times and stuck up.

But this time he didn't catch the corner of Wen Xien's clothes and was hugged by He Runcheng, the kitten didn't like to be hugged by others, and when he fell into the arms of a stranger, he was particularly repulsed, with a piercing meow in his mouth and a small paw waving wildly.

He Runcheng directly led it by the back of the neck and led him out.

Wen Xien thought that the white-eyed cat was angry, and was going to make it suffer for a few days, and only when the injury on her arm was almost healed did she ask the girl.

"Where's my ball?"

Half a month has passed, and I haven't seen the cat's shadow, and I don't know where it has gone.

The girl was stunned for a moment, "Young master, are you talking about the cat that scratched you?" ”

Wen Xien felt that her words were a little strange, "Aren't you talking nonsense, don't I just have that cat?" ”

The girl's face turned pale and her expression was terrified, "That cat died a week ago, it seems to have starved to death, I thought the young master didn't want it anymore, so I didn't care." ”

Starving?

Wen Xien didn't believe it, that cat was very clever, how could he starve himself to death, and that kitten was very clingy to her, it stands to reason that the next day after being kicked out, she should come to her sticky, but she didn't see it once in half a month.

It is very likely that he was locked up and starved to death.

Wen Xien was angry again, that ball was her cat, one of the few living creatures she liked, but she died so inexplicably, which made her lose her temper.

Everything in the room was thrown all over by Wen Xien, and he didn't even eat dinner.

Liang Zhongshan heard that she lost her temper for a cat, and she didn't even care about eating, and she wouldn't starve to death if she was hungry anyway.

He Runcheng returned to his small room after eating, turned out the sugar box hidden in the closet and wrapped in fabric, he took out one of the boxes, and smiled.

Wen Xien's room had been cleaned up, and she sat on the sofa with her head down, staring at a certain place in a daze, looking a little lonely.

He Runcheng knocked lightly on the door several times before he heard a muffled voice coming from the room.

"Come in."

He Runcheng pushed the door open and closed the door after entering.

He stepped on the soft carpet and came to Wen Xien, He Runcheng half-knelt down and met Wen Xien's gaze.

Wen Xien's eyebrows glanced slightly, and he looked at him inexplicably, "What are you doing?" ”

The two hands resting on his knees clenched together nervously, his knuckles pinched each other white, He Runcheng took out the sugar box hidden in his pocket and spread it in the palm of his hand, and smiled at her under Wen Xien's surprised gaze.

The smile was soft, sweeter than candy.

"Master, eat sugar."

Wen Xien hesitated for a while, then took the sugar box, she opened the lid, and there was a soft sugar everywhere from it, and when her mouth was full of sweet and greasy taste, Wen Xien's mood instantly improved.

He Runcheng's fingers shrunk, as if he was trying to keep something, the skin and flesh he had just touched were warm and delicate, as if they were still on his hands.

Wen Xien was in a good mood, and he looked at He Runcheng, who was half-kneeling in front of her, and touched He Runcheng's head like a puppy.

"Now that you know the candy was given to me, I thought you were going to hide it until next year."

He pursed his mouth, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned with joy, and the smile was like the ripples of a clear spring, overflowing from the small whirlpool at the corner of his mouth, rippling all over his face.

"The young master is in a bad mood, I want to make the young master happy."

(End of chapter)