He's super cute

The petals of the fiery roses were squeezed, layered upon layer, and the petals were knocked off by the heavy rain, showing a red color from a distance.

The drenched little ball quivered and formed a soft bun, his face was pale and blushed, and he put his hands on his chest and was panting violently.

Yu Xiaoque had lost all consciousness. Before he was kicked out, he was wearing a thin short sleeve. He couldn't help shivering from the cold, his scalp was hot and his eyes were black.

The rain washed over the wound and stung it painfully. His body was as soft as a hemp rope, shaking like a lonely grass in the wind.

He cautiously made his way to the eaves, timidly, like a stray little drowned dog.

"Mr. Xiao has been in poor health since the miscarriage..." Zhang Ma turned around anxiously, muttering behind Jiang Yan, "This is killing him."

She is also a person with children, and Yu Xiaoque has always been well-behaved and sensible, but she will be loved by others, so she is naturally thinking about it.

Seeing people suffer, she also felt very distressed, and she couldn't sleep.

But the person who should be most distressed is indifferent.

Jiang Yan leaned on the sofa relaxedly, only turned on a soft floor lamp, his face was hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't understand his expression.

"How could it be so easy to die." Jiang Yan took a sip of tea, lowered his eyes, and spoke lightly to cover the emotions in his eyes.

"His life is very cheap."

He refused to even glance at the little canary outside the window, as if he was afraid of dirtying his eyes.

Zhang Ma grew up with Jiang Yan, and she also sensed that something was wrong with him.

It's like suppressing the emotions that are about to burst out.

"Sir, he is still a child..." Zhang Ma didn't know why Jiang Yan suddenly went crazy, and sighed, "If something really happens, you won't have time to regret it..."

Jiang Yan didn't speak, and closed his eyes as if he was listening to the sound of rain.

Mama Zhang saw that the villain in the rain was already in a daze, and he was about to faint.

The eyebrows and eyes, which are more beautiful than roses, are so fragile that they seem to shatter at the touch of a touch.

After a long time, Jiang Yan stood up leaning on the armrest, and spoke slowly drunkenly.

"I once carefully raised a small rose." He walked to the window, glanced at the rose garden downstairs, and quickly looked away.

"When I was young, I always thought that Little Rose was weak and innocent." His voice was deep and clear, and his eyes were deep, "I wish I could hold it in my heart and give everything I have."

Looking at the man in front of her, Zhang Ma raised her head and smiled, stretching her brows and eyes, feeling a little lonely.

She was naturally clear about these messy things in Jiang's family. The young master who shrank at the door and hoped for family affection had grown into a deep-minded young man at some point.

She knows best that the husband looks gentle and good-natured, but in fact he is polite and distant, and doesn't care about anything.

"You've got a garden full of roses."

"yes……"

Jiang Yan looked out of the window in a daze and stopped talking.

He also didn't intend to have a deep chat with her, like on this rainy day, he just suddenly remembered an interesting incident when he was young.

"Where is Mr. Xiao?" Zhang Ma opened the window to look around, and suddenly said in panic, "Where did he go?"

The place for Xiao Tuanzi, who was supposed to be kneeling in place, was empty.

Not even a shadow of a dull hair.

She turned her head to find Jiang Yan, but found that he had long since disappeared.

"Turn on the monitoring." Jiang Yan pressed the corner of his lips, staring at the blood-soaked marble, his body tensed involuntarily.

The neighborhood has been searched, and there is no trace of that little thing.

It was raining hard again, where could such a weak little animal go.

With injuries on his body, no one would know if he died on the main road.

Something to worry about.

There was no change on Jiang Yan's face, but his steps became bigger and bigger, almost running.

"Meow——" the little white cat's fur was tightly attached to its body by the rain, and it was extremely embarrassed.

Its eyes were blinded by the heavy rain, and it grabbed Jiang Yan's trouser leg without opening its mouth, and dragged it to the backyard vigorously.

"Meow meow—" it called eagerly, even a little hoarsely.

Jiang Yan noticed something, his eyes moved slightly, and he relaxed his body to follow the strength of the little white cat.

After walking not far, around the garden, a puppy nest appeared in front of him.

Jiang Yan raised a dog when he was a child, but was beaten to death by Jiang Jinchi in front of his eyes, and the kennel was never used again.

He has good hearing, and the closer he got, the clearer the sound of a gentle and familiar breathing.

He couldn't help slowing down, the kennel was made big enough for an adult to bend over and walk in.

In the dilapidated kennel, the little canary was lying on a messy blanket, with a pale face, curled up like a baby.

Shaking vigorously.

The little hand was full of tiny wounds, and it was obvious that it had crawled into the kennel in a daze.

A beautiful and peaceful face against the dirty kennel, there is an indescribable sense of contradiction.

The white legs were pressed against the dusty bedding, and the wound had already soaked and turned white.

Jiang Yan thought of the delicate and delicate Princess and the Pea in fairy tales inappropriately. Such delicate skin must be kept in a castle full of roses and carefully cared for.

It's not that he should be so wronged and hide in the kennel to hide from the rain.

He exhaled lightly, squatted down softly, and picked up the wet little canary.

The skin in his hands was hot, and the little canary whimpered uncomfortably.

The little nose moved, as if it smelled a familiar breath, and rubbed against his chest in peace of mind, without moving.

The small appearance is very attached.

Jiang Yan looked down at him, his expression was gloomy, and there was an incomprehensible expression in his eyes.

Yu Xiaoque's lips were cracked, as if the base of her tongue and throat were stuck together, her throat was so thirsty that she couldn't make a sound, her head was in severe pain, and she couldn't explain how it hurt.

His body was bone-chillingly cold, and he was covered with a quilt as if nothing had been covered, and his limbs were stretched out, bending and stretching in this way, always uncomfortable.

"Brother..." He lay on the pillow and muttered to himself, "Brother..."

He was so cold that his head seemed to swell a bit, and clusters of gold stars burst out, and he didn't know how to follow the warmth and retreat into the dog's kennel.

In a daze, he seemed to see a young man with clear and beautiful lines, with low eyebrows and a slight smile, his eyebrows and eyes were well formed, and the tails of his eyes flew into his temples.

Those eyes were as deep as ink, with a faint smile and kindness, which made people feel warm for no reason.

It's as gentle as crushing the moonlight.

Little Canary half-closed her eyes weakly, wanting to touch the eyes filled with the moon.

There was a scent of cedar on the boy's body, which was clear and bright, and felt inexplicably familiar.

Who is he?

There was only one thought left in Yu Xiaoque's mind, and a voice thought softly.

If only he could give me a hug.

Jiang Yan hadn't had time to change his clothes, fearing that it would be cold, so he gently moved the little canary's claws that were holding his arm away.