He's super cute

Suddenly it began to rain heavily, and the wind carried the rain stars, scurrying from one end to the other, and it fell down with a crackle. The rain became heavier and heavier, and soon it seemed to be pouring.

Yu Xiaoque hugged her knees and huddled on the carpet beside the bed, her long hair stuck to her face in a mess, her lips were bloodshot, she opened her eyes and looked at the rain hitting the glass outside the window with a dazed expression.

He didn't even turn on the light, just sat in the dark in a daze, like a lifeless wood carving, motionless, rooted there.

Occasionally, I could vaguely hear Qu Mengnan laughing when he got up, as if two worlds were forcibly separated.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a creak, and the door was gently pushed open by a cat's paw. Yu Xiaoque buried her head reflexively, and pressed against the bedside table tightly.

"Meow——" A limp little ball nimbly approached him, rubbed his ankles stickyly, and lightly licked the bruises on his body with its barbed tongue.

The little white cat meowed non-stop, rubbed against him in circles, and tried to cover his cold body with its soft fur.

Yu Xiaoque's eyes, like a pool of stagnant water, finally became turbulent. He moved his numb feet, sucked his nose, and slowly hugged the little white cat into his arms.

"I'll be sad too..." Little Canary's eyes were red and swollen, as if he couldn't squeeze any more tears, but he still had so much sorrow, he buried his face in the soft fur of the little white cat, and tremblingly said, "Why doesn't he treat me like a human being?"

Mr. is always like this, unwilling to love him well, and unwilling to get rid of him, swinging back and forth between good and bad, just like a blunt knife that kills people without giving people pleasure.

He was the only one left to be torn back and forth, rushing to hit the south wall without hesitation.

A tear dripped down on his thin chin, followed by a long silence, leaving a soft sigh in the air.

The little white cat tilted its head, pricked its ears, and held Yu Xiaoque's face in its paws.Warm, hook those tears away.

Yu Xiaoque is rarely coaxed, he knows that he is an unloved little stupid bird, Jiang Yan bullied him severely, and often throws people aside and weeps silently.

If a little canary like him couldn't coax himself, he would have been so depressed that he slammed his head against the golden railing to death.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, wanting to snort his hair. In his incomplete memory, it seemed that his head was rubbed so gently in the past.

It was the feeling of being pampered that he had never experienced before.

But Mr. Jiang said that he was a little wild sparrow that no one wanted since he was born. How could someone treat him so softly?

Little Canary pursed her mouth, covered her tears and raised her hands to rub her head. Those hands were still shaking badly.

"I'm going to get some medicine." As if he didn't notice it, he snorted his hair awkwardly, while carefully inspecting the wound, muttering in a low voice.

But he searched the room, but couldn't find the small medicine box.

The little white cat was attached to his buttocks, running around after him, and having fun with the torn clothes in its mouth.

Yu Xiaoque felt stabbing pains all over his body, large and small wounds spread all over his body, and he was not a person who could endure pain, so he choked up softly.

"It seems that there is a spare in the study." Yu Xiaoque hugged the little white cat, and the cat sneaked into the study.

"Ayu will be back next month."

"What are you going to do with it..." Qu Mengnan glanced upstairs pointingly.

"Deal with it?" Jiang Yan swallowed the wine, and threw the cup on the table casually, "If he doesn't like it, just find another place to raise it."

"If you find it troublesome..." Qu Mengnan poured a glass of wine and said casually with a foolish smile, "Why don't you give it to me."

The atmosphere suddenly froze and became colder by a few degrees in an instant.

Jiang Yan put his hand on the armrest of the sofa, rubbed his head slowly, and slowly raised his head when he heard the words.

He smiled, as if he didn't hear clearly, "For you?"

Qu Mengnan was still fiddling with her mobile phone with her head down, ignorant of the sudden air-conditioning, "I like his looks too."

"It must be exciting enough in bed..."

Feng Zhang kicked him hard under the table.

"What are you doing?" He raised his head in confusion, only then did he realize that the living room was too quiet.

The black eyes that were facing Jiang Yan stared straight at him, his scalp went numb for a moment, and the phone slammed on the table.

Although Jiang Yan looks mild-tempered, he usually smiles, as if he has a good temper.

But no one really thought he was a good match.

Those directors who were contemptuous and uttered bad words because he first took charge of the group, and were finally bankrupted by him, knelt down like a dog and cried bitterly, and he just walked away with a smile and stepped on each other's hand. .

How could it be easy to handle the huge Jiang family with one hand.

"Okay." When the atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme, Jiang Yan suddenly smiled, and he lowered his eyes, "If you want, I will give it to you."

Qu Mengnan unconsciously wiped off her cold sweat, not daring to respond.

"I'm just..." He searched hard for words, "I'm afraid you and Ayu will have a rift again..."

"After all, you two are always going to get married, with a little rabbit stuck in the middle..."

Jiang Yan rubbed the wine glass in his hand, raised the corners of his mouth, and tilted his head to stare at Qu Mengnan, looking at him with horror.

"Married?" Jiang Yan sneered.

Jiang Yan's study room was not locked, but no one dared to come in and out at will.

Except Yu Xiaoque.

He spends almost all day on his soft long hair in the study room, his comic books and snack bags are all over the floor, and Mr. Jiang sometimes doesn't even set foot down.

It was quite serious at first, but it almost turned Little Canary into a fat house paradise.

He turned left and right, like a little squirrel messing around with Jiang Yan's neatly tidied study.

"I can't find it every time my husband cleans it up." Little Canary scratched at the bookshelf, muttering unhappily, "If you don't clean it up, you can find it."

He touched a very thick book, which looked very old, and he pulled it out curiously.

"English-Chinese dictionary?" Yu Xiaoque threw away the dust on it, as if no one had touched it for a long time.

Mr. will clean up the bookshelves every once in a while, how could he leave behind such a dictionary that seems to be used only when he was a student.

It's more like being deliberately forgotten in a corner, like a scarred wound, which I can't touch but never thought of throwing away.

He opened the dictionary, and two pieces of paper happened to fall out.

It was dark outside the window, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

Shaking eyes hurt.

Yu Xiaoque knelt down and picked up the two pieces of paper, only to realize that it was a photo that had been torn in half.

There is also writing on the back.

It is a line of elegant and straight fonts, which is much better than his dog crawling characters.

"Brother Yan..." Yu Xiaoque couldn't help reading out.

"what are you doing here?"

A man's voice suddenly sounded.

Yu Xiaoque shook her hand, and the photo that she didn't have time to read fell to the ground again.