The big shots are jealous of me [Entertainment]

The air was quiet for two seconds.

Song Yan was dazed for a while before recovering.

what!

Lu Zhen said, very cute, he likes it very much? ?

Such a strange thing, he, he actually likes it?

Song Yan stopped crying, with tears hanging on his small face, he raised his watery eyes: "Are you kidding me?"

Lu Zhen didn't say a word, but just squeezed two fingers together, and rubbed his little ears between the fingertips fondly.

The fingertips are hot and gentle.

Song Yan's face was a little hot, and his head was dizzy, but he still tried his best to stay awake, pricked up his ears nervously, and listened to the next answer from the man opposite.

In Lu Zhen's palm.

The originally limp little ears perked up.

He lowered his eyes and happened to meet Shang Song Yanshui's foggy eyes.

The turbulent teardrops are still hanging on the cheeks, but at the moment it is written all over the face-say no! !Come on, it's really cute! !Say you really like it! !

Lu Zhen's lips curled into an inconspicuous arc: "No."

Song Yan's eyes lit up.

Lu Zhen: "It's really cute."

The beautiful eyes are brighter.

Lu Zhen: "I really like it."

After finishing speaking, he turned his eyes away, but his gaze suddenly fixed on the position behind the boy...

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Song Yan was immediately elated.

He bent his eyes contentedly, and was about to say something when he saw Lu Zhen staring intently at his ass, his ass.

Song Yan followed his gaze, turned his head, and was stunned.

!!!

What's behind his ass? ?

The tip of the tail that was originally curled up into a ball now emerged from the waistband of the trousers aggressively.

Then, shaking happily...

Song Yan: "..."

He looked at Lu Zhen slowly, and when he saw the faint smile in the corner of the latter's eyes, he felt hot all over, and his tail hair exploded with a bang.

Thus, the small tail turned into a big tail with fried hair.

...it's more conspicuous when shaken!

I don't know if I'm drunk or ashamed.

Anyway, Song Yan's face couldn't be any redder, as if it was about to bleed.

With a small face flushed red, he turned his head, hurriedly tucked a big lump of tail into his trouser waist, and stammered to explain: "That, no..."

Before he finished explaining, Lu Zhen's eyes changed again.

Song Yan turned his head silently and took a look: "..."

His tail, wagging out again! ! !

Song Yan has decided that in the future he will not only wear pants, but also a belt!

In this way, you can shake it however you want... No!

While tightening his belt, he scratched his head annoyedly: "Hey, look, this is like a time bomb, but luckily it's in front of you..."

As he said that, he suddenly remembered something, and looked at both sides of the corridor vigilantly, "No one passed by just now, it will be miserable if someone sees me!"

"Obviously it can be controlled, so why didn't it work this time? What if someone finds out! I lost my job, my fans turned back, and I have to pay a large sum of liquidated damages, and there is... Orphanage I can't go back..."

Song Yanzheng babbled incoherently, but Lu Zhen's faint voice came from next to his ear: "Don't worry, there will be no one else here."

"Ok?"

"I've made arrangements so that no one else will pass by. Also," Lu Zhen raised her eyelids and looked at him fixedly, "None of what you said will happen."

Song Yan raised his head and met his gaze.

The light in the corridor was dim, and it hit his face. There was a gray-black silhouette on one side of the bridge of the nose and under the eyes.

Lu Zhen smiled, her voice was very soft, calm and firm: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

The expression and tone were very calm, but Song Yan was inexplicably relieved.

He stared blankly at the man across from him.

These words seemed to have the magic power of hitting, and all the sadness disappeared in an instant, replaced by a warm current, flowing along Song Yan's hot ears, and flowing to the internal organs, limbs and bones.

He grew up in an orphanage. When he was young, he was afraid of not having enough to eat. When he was older, he was afraid that he would not be able to study. When he grew up, he was afraid that he would not be able to find a job...

Song Yan didn't think there was anything wrong, because all the children in the orphanage had to be like this.

Fear is just a necessary process.

One year when Pingcheng was hit by a flood, he, the children in the orphanage and the head's grandmother stood at the height of the gate, huddled together helplessly, waiting for the help of the fireman's uncle.

There was a lot of noise around, and there were a few people who were also waiting for rescue.

The water level was getting higher and higher, and the children comforted each other and warmed each other, but they still cried aloud.

Amidst the crying, a child shouted, "Look, my dad is here!"

In the stagnant water, a man was sitting in a pink inflatable bath, holding a shovel in his hand, and paddled over with difficulty.

The man's face was covered with sweat, and his body and hands were also wet. He looked extremely embarrassed, but the light on his face made Song Yan remember it for more than ten years.

"Aren't you a man, why are you crying?"

"I am afraid."

The man hugged his boy, patted him on the back, and smiled: "Don't be afraid, Dad is here."

Together with the others, Song Yan waited until night and finally got rescued.

In the temporary tent in the disaster relief area, he finally let go of his fears all day long. In his dream, a man hugged him gently.

"Don't be afraid."

……

Song Yan felt that he was really drunk, or why his head was so dizzy, or why Lu Zhen's face turned into two, or why he started dreaming again.

In the dream, the man's voice was low and light: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

He was relieved, and nodded happily one after another: "Yeah."

……

Lu Zhen had a serious face.

I don't know who gave Song Yan what kind of wine to drink so much stamina.

He was very drunk just now, but now that the alcohol is getting stronger, he is even more drunk.

The snakeskin moved crookedly.

The kind that even 98k can't get!

Don't want him to help you!

Lu Zhen helped him into the bedroom of the plane after talking about it, and said coldly, "Be obedient and sleep for a while."

Song Yan was originally obedient, but when he heard this, he jumped up in disapproval: "I'm not sleeping!"

Lu Zhen: "..."

By the time we got back to Gangwang City, it was already late at night.

Lu Zhen took off his shoes, socks and hat for the little guy who gave thirty sets of drunken fists.

The dark eyes stared at the cute plush ears on the top of his head for two seconds, and then restrainedly looked away.

He rolled his eyes: "Go take a shower."

I regretted it as soon as I finished.

Sure enough, Song Yan did not disappoint him, nodded obediently, and rushed straight to the stove on the left in a daze.

Lu Zhen raised her forehead: "That's the kitchen."

He shouldn't have been allowed to take a bath.

However, Song Yan had already accepted the setting of taking a bath, and gave him a disgusted look: "How can you not take a bath!"

Lu Zhen: "..."

Song Yan walked to the bathroom with snake-like steps, skillfully turned on the water, and closed the door with a bang.

The action flows smoothly.

Lu Zhen had already taken off her coat at this moment, her shirt sleeves were meticulously rolled up to her elbows, and she was leaning against the door.

There was the sound of splashing water inside, and a slender gray-black figure was vaguely drawn on the translucent glass door.

Lu Zhen stared at the figure.

Watch him scrub left and right, bend over, and clean his ankles.

The tips of the ears lowered down along with the little head, but the snow tail behind her rose up along with the waist.

Lu Zhen's Adam's apple rolled down, and his eyes became deeper.

His throat was terribly dry, and he wanted to look away to relieve it, but he was still worried, so he had to use all his strength to resist the urge to push the door in, leaning against the door in agony.

Staring at the bathroom without moving.

Once there was no movement inside, he would sound a reminder.

After tossing and tossing for half an hour, the people inside finally finished washing after stumbling.

As soon as the door was opened, Lu Zhen smelled a smell that was so sweet that it was life-threatening, and then the boy walked out.

He only took one look, and his eyelids jumped up suddenly.

The bathrobe was put on crookedly, the belt was loose, and the neckline was cut very low, exposing a large area of ​​tender white skin on the neck, which made people's eyes hurt.

The wet hair is attached to the head obediently, and the few strands of hair on the forehead are dripping with water.

The ears are also wet.

Lying softly on the top of his head, his snow-white fur was twisted together pitifully, looking innocent and helpless.

The unborn boy still stared straight at him with a pair of drunken and hazy eyes.

...as if waiting for him to bully.

Song Yan blinked: "Lu Zhen, I..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes went dark.

Lu Zhen picked up the towel next to him and threw it on the boy's head, separating this seductive scene.

Finally feel better.

He stretched out his hand, hugged Song Yan's head and wiped it a few times, and when he calmed down, he threw away the towel and said, "Sit on the bed."

He took out a hair dryer from the drawer, turned on the gentle wind, and dried his hair.

Lu Zhen had never done this before, and it was always difficult at first, but she became more and more proficient later on.

Probably because of the warm wind blowing comfortably, the boy began to feel drowsy.

After a while, the black hair was blown fluffy and dry, and the little hairy ears were completely dried and stood comfortably on the top of the head.

The little head suddenly grew bigger.

Much cuter.

Lu Zhen stared at his sleeping face for two seconds, looked away, and got up.

Just halfway up, the wrist felt cold.

Lu Zhen looked down at the snow-white tail lazily resting on his wrist, his throat seemed to be ignited by someone, and it became more and more dry.

The unborn boy turned over without any defense, and muttered in a half-asleep, "Lu Zhen."

"I'm here."

"It hasn't blown yet."

As he spoke, his tail wrapped around his wrist like a spoiled child, shaking it slightly.

Lu Zhen stared at the turbulent Xuewei, clenched her fists, and the veins in her wrists popped out.

For a moment, he lowered his eyes to cover his scarlet eye sockets, took a long time to pick up the hair dryer, and said in a low voice, "Be good, don't move around."