He's super cute

The weather was getting cooler, and the roses in the small yard were all withered. A lonely little bird timidly hid behind the bare tree, whimpering, and flapped its wings again and flew away.

Yu Xiaoque's long hair was tied crookedly behind his ears. He was leaning on the sofa, but he couldn't hold the remote control with his right hand, and he picked it up again and again after falling on the sofa.

On his right wrist was a hideous scar, like a big centipede stretching across it.

Yingying's bright wrist was cut apart abruptly.

As if he didn't believe in evil, he controlled his right hand to grab the remote control, but his fingers just loosened in disobedience, completely out of control.

It was really like what Qi Caichuan said, it became a useless decoration.

If you take advantage of this period of time to rebuild well, there may be a chance of recovery.

But the man smiled and gently rejected the suggestion.

He hugged Yu Xiaoque's slender waist, knocked on the solid wood tabletop once and for all, and said softly: "Xiaoque is pregnant with a child, so you shouldn't be too tired."

He just rejected Qi Caichuan lightly, no matter how much Yu Xiaoque cried and begged, his expression remained the same.

Yu Xiaoque looked at Jiang Yan's indifferent smile, fully realizing that the man was going to destroy his hand.

Not only could he not be able to pick up the paintbrush, but what he wanted was that Yu Xiaoque's right hand was completely useless.

To satisfy his twisted desire for control.

Yu Xiaoque beat her right hand with her left hand, hysterically, the back of her right hand was red, but she still couldn't hold the light remote control.

He tore off the pillow and everything on the coffee table, making a mess, Yu Xiaoque vented like crazy, her eyes were scarlet.

Jiang Yan was sitting on the sidelines working, not even raising his head, letting him toss about.

Yu Xiaoque finally vented her strength and leaned back on the sofa suddenly, tears streaming down her face, her disheveled hair completely covered her eyebrows and eyes, her crying sounded like she had been soaked in Coptis chinensis for several months.

The man looked at his weak right hand with a gloomy expression, but also seemed satisfied.

"It's a pity." The man stepped on the fragments slowly, walked to Little Canary, held his wrist, and gently blew on the scar twice. He seemed to be very fond of it, and lowered his eyebrows, "I'll get you one in two days." The bracelet covers."

After speaking, Jiang Yan took the remote control and thoughtfully called out his favorite anime.

Then put the blanket over Yu Xiaoque's body, and fed him a glass of juice, "Look at you, what would you do without me?"

It was as if all of Yu Xiaoque's grievances and breakdowns were not worth mentioning to him.

He even enjoyed Yu Xiaoque's despair and helplessness a little bit.

He put himself in the position of the savior, as if his arrival saved Yu Xiaoque.

Little Canary cannot live without him.

Yu Xiaoque was trapped in this house, and the invisible tenacity entangled him, wrapping his struggling and crying heart tightly, no matter how sad he collapsed, it would be futile.

He was panting heavily, as if this would make him feel better, his lower abdomen hurt like a cramp, and he began to feel sick again.

"Why are you so angry?" Jiang Yan rubbed his belly skillfully, while scolding him, "It's not you who suffered in the end."

Yu Xiaoque was so angry that she couldn't even speak.

"Xiao Que is unhappy again?" Cheng Yu came down from the second floor. He was always dressed in ridiculously exquisite clothes. Even at home, he still showed the arrogance of a great artist.

Even the expressions are perfectly controlled.

But today his smile was a little stiff, as if he was holding back something.

"I'm very angry every day." Jiang Yan shook his head, as if he had nothing to do with him, "You want to go out?"

"Yeah." Cheng Yu nodded, and glanced at Yu Xiaoque condescendingly, "The entry prize for the competition came out today, I'll go and have a look."

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Jiang Yan asked gently.

"If Ah Yan is not busy, of course." Cheng Yu put on his coat and slowly took out a scarf, "But Xiaoque seems to need you very much."

"Is there anything more important to him than you." Jiang Yan pulled out his warm palm and straightened his clothes, "It's just hypocrisy."

Yu Xiaoque's child may be in a bad mood, and the child is sensitive to it, so it made him miserable.

When Jiang Yan skillfully rubbed his stomach, it really made him feel much more comfortable.

He couldn't help but follow Jiang Yan with his eyes.

"Ayan help me wear it." Cheng Yu handed Jiang Yan a black-gray knitted scarf, coquettishly.

The scarf was obviously knitted by a clumsy little fool, the stitches were all messed up and crooked.

"Where did you get the scarf?" Jiang Yan took the scarf and looked through it carefully.

"Your cloakroom." Cheng Yu looked back at him, apologetically, "Can't I wear it, sorry, I don't know..."

"I think it's cold, so..."

Before he finished speaking, the scarf wrapped around his neck was warm.

Although this scarf does not look delicate, it is indeed very thoughtful.

Thick and heavy, quite a bit of weight.

"There's nothing you can't wear." Jiang Yan slowly put it on for him, and said softly, "It's just that you can't do it, it's not worthy of you."

"The most important thing is your heart." Cheng Yu pursed his lips and smiled.

"I'll accompany you to buy another one later." Jiang Yan held his hand and said kissingly, "As for this, just find a trash can and throw it away."

Xiaodaimao, who was hiding behind the sofa, collapsed slowly.

Yu Xiaoque bit her index finger and trembled all over, as if something hit her head hard, and there was a roar in her ears.

This scarf was knitted on and off for half a year about two years ago.

Little Canary has just fallen in love. Watching TV dramas is full of pink bubbles and snowflakes. The heroine knits a big scarf for the hero. The hero hugs the heroine happily and circles around.

His eyes were bright, and he held his little face and wondered if Mr. would also hug him and circle around happily.

So he asked Mama Zhang to teach him how to weave a scarf. Unfortunately, he was so stupid that he knit a scarf with his head hanging down from day to night whenever he had time.

Like a virtuous little wife.

I have to stomp my feet when I am excited about weaving.

On the day of the first snowfall, he joyfully handed the scarf to the man, scratching the ground with his bare feet, and smiled sweetly, thinking that he could give the man a surprise.

Holding the corner of the scarf, the man sighed as if disgusted, "Do you want me to wear this to go out and embarrass myself?"

After finishing speaking, the man didn't even look at his disappointed expression, let go of his hand, the scarf fell to the ground, turned and left without hesitation.

The wind and snow outside the door rushed in at the moment he opened the door, making Yu Xiaoque's whole body cold and extinguishing his joy.

Even the tears on the cheeks were stung by the cold wind.

He squatted down slowly on the ground, put on a scarf that was too long for him, and muttered in a low voice, "Mister will be cold, sir is not sensible..."

The scarf was wet with unsatisfactory teardrops, he wiped away his tears vigorously, and looked back and forth in the mirror, "It's not ugly, why is it so embarrassing?"

It took him a long time to realize that it was never the scarf that was ashamed, but the self who couldn't get it out.

Yu Xiaoque closed her eyes and lay on the sofa, only to realize that heartache has no upper limit, it will only hit more violently.

Suddenly he heard the chirping of birds.

The little canary opened its red eyes, stretched out its little hand in the air, and pointed at the little bird outside the window bit by bit.

"Adobe Excellence Design has announced the shortlisted works today..." A female voice sounded from the TV, "The authors will keep it secret for now, let's appreciate their works..."

Yu Xiaoque glanced sideways and almost jumped up from the sofa.

In the middle is a little monkey trying to catch the moon. It is standing crookedly on a ladder that is about to break, and there is an abyss at its feet.

But the starry sky is also interesting, as if reflecting another little monkey that has caught the moon.

The picture is swallowed by a turbulent torrent of dark blue to extreme black, and the curling nebula makes the night sky alive again.

Lively breath and decadence are perfectly blended together.

There is a strange beauty.

"I have long legs for my painting?" Yu Xiaoque scratched Daimao in shock, unable to believe it.

Soon his attention was drawn away.

"After half a month, the top three will be announced. The authors of the shortlisted works are invited to receive the award at the competition site. The bonus amount is 10 yuan..."

Yu Xiaoque's stomach doesn't hurt anymore, her legs don't hurt anymore, she can't wait to lie on the TV.

10 yuan!

His painting was shortlisted, with 10 yuan!

10 yuan is enough for him and Xixi to support for a while!

Coincidentally, his birthday is three days later, and he can run away after receiving the prize at that time, and everything seems to be a matter of course.

There's no better excuse to go out than a birthday.

Little Canary was almost overwhelmed with ecstasy.

In a hurry, he pulled out the new mobile phone he just got from the ground, and quickly logged into WeChat.

Overwhelming new news rushed over.

Xing Ke: Are you not coming to work today?

Xingke: What's wrong with you, little bird?

Xingke: What happened?

Xingke: When I saw the reply, I was very worried! !

...Yu Xiaoque bit her fingernail and poked.

Did Xiaoque fly today: I have recently been hospitalized and just got a new mobile phone.

Did Xiaoque fly today: I'm fine, don't worry.

Fortunately, he replied in seconds, as if he was staying by the phone.

Xing Ke: Why are you hospitalized? How are you doing now?

Did Xiaoque fly today: I'm fine, can you do me a favor?

Xingke: Why are you being polite to me?

Did Xiaoque fly today: Use the money I put in you to rent a secluded house for me, please?

Xing Ke: Are you going to run away from home?

Did Xiaoque fly away today: This is not my home.

Fortunately, I didn't ask too many questions, so I replied directly.

He seemed to have had a vague feeling about Yu Xiaoque's matter for a long time, so he chose to help him without hesitation.

Yu Xiaoque patted Wenxi cautiously.

Did Xiaoque fly today: I celebrate my birthday in three days, can Xixi come and play with me?

There was a voice over there, a low male voice and a subdued sob.

"That depends on what your Mr. Jiang is willing to do?"

"Xixi is not cheap."

Accompanied by the man's panting and laughing.

"Why are you ashamed?" Qin Mubai exerted a little force on purpose, "Say hello to your good friend."