The wardrobe full of seasonal new products and even global limited editions is terrifyingly quiet, and there is no familiar figure.

Shen Nianxun's hand holding the wardrobe door tightened suddenly, and his finger bones turned faintly white.

It was as if the irritability that had started since I pushed the door out in the afternoon had reached its peak at this moment.

There may also be some unknown kind of panic.

The young man bowed his head and was stunned for a moment, and then immediately went to adjust the monitoring of the study.

The white fingertips fell on the mouse, trembling slightly.

Like cold water poured in your face.

Surveillance showed that Yun Zhao jumped out of the window and left at around 4 p.m.

Very decisive, without even hesitation.

There was no greeting either, just like when she came, she came and went by herself.

Shen Nianxun pursed the corners of his lips, his crow-colored eyelashes drooped slightly, his stiff phalanges moved, overlapping against his jaw, and the well-defined jawline was cold and indifferent.

He stared at the picture of a bear jumping out of the window in the surveillance, the ink under his narrow eyes was surging, and the clouds were thick, almost gritting his teeth:

"Let's go, it's better not to come back......"

The computer was slammed off, Shen Nianxun walked to the window, looking at such a high distance, the corners of his lips were almost stretched into a straight line.

The butler knocked on the door to ask if he wanted dinner.

When Shen Nianxun raised his eyes, the tails of his eyes were scarlet and gloomy, extremely cool:

"Go and remove all those pumpkin porridges, and don't do it in the future! And the stuff in that room, all pack it up and throw it out! ”

The butler looked at the closed door in confusion and shook his head.

Night fell silently, and the doctors who came for acupuncture were turned away.

The young man lay flat on the bed, and there was a faint pain in his knee that had spent more than an hour squatting and weeding.

His eyes were closed, but he didn't sleep at all.

My mind is full of the appearance of Xiao Tuanzi hanging his ears and covering his face and crying aggrieved during the day.

Irritably, he got up, his slender white hands ran through his short hair, rubbed it wildly, and smashed his clenched fists on the bed.

The young man pursed his lips, pressed the mobile phone, and quickly dialed out a call, his finger bones curled slightly, against his swollen forehead, and said in a dumb voice:

"Help me find ......"

There was a lot of movement from the window, and the person sitting stiffly on the bed was stunned, didn't care about putting on his shoes, turned on the small lamp at the head of the bed and walked over quickly.

Darkness shrouded in darkness, there was barely any light to be seen.

He lowered his head and clutched the knuckles of his phone until they turned white.

Suddenly, a burlap bag fell at his feet, and bamboo shoots still stained with dirt rolled out.

The young man looked up in a daze, and a black claw stretched out of the window, and he struggled to climb up.

Immediately after, the round head was revealed.

The front paws propped up, the hind paws jumped hard, and finally hooked the window, the fluffy little tail swayed, Yun Zhao was about to turn his little body into it with all his might, and he was caught off guard and met the bottomless eyes of the young man.

As soon as the claws were loosened, the chubby body was instantly weightless.

The young man reacted extremely quickly, and quickly picked up Yun Zhao when she was about to fall.

When he got close to the young man's chest, he realized that the heart in his chest was beating so fast.

Yun Zhao paused, his claws lightly pressed on the young man's beating heart, and he lowered his head inexplicably.

Why does her heart beat so fast?

The heart, which had been calm at first, seemed to be affected, and began to match the rhythm of the beating of the other heart.

Very strange experience.

She carefully pressed her ears closer, and her tail swept gently over the back of the young man's bruise-haired hand, brushing like a feather.