The Evolution of Little Milk Dog

When he went to the police station to make a record, Liao Han was arrested and given a reprimand.

Policeman: "Know that he has a knife and still run away? Even after being stabbed, you still don't let go. You have gold in your wallet, and you will lose your life, little comrade?"

The policeman was a bit old, and seeing Liao Han and He Xilai coming out of the hospital covered in blood, he couldn't help scolding him a few words.

He turned his head and was about to reprimand He Xilai a few more words, when he saw He Xilai's red-eyed, fair face was stained with dust, he opened his mouth and said nothing.

Liao Han suddenly felt unbalanced, and looked back at He Xilai. He had to say that the child was as beautiful as a little girl, but he couldn't be mistaken. This appearance was indeed pitiful and unbearable.

If you lose or lose, you can only blame yourself for being too rough and not as delicate as others.

Liao Han's behavior is not rough, but open-minded, mature and sexy.

If He Xilai is a little daisy, Liao Han is a rose in full bloom.

A hormonal breath rushed over, tempting to fall.

But it's just this kind of atmosphere that people can't take care of, and Liao Han doesn't need others to take care of him even if he is a big man.

He Xilai stood behind him with his head down, his eyes fell on Liao Han's waist, but his eyes were different from the usual bright and squinting, gray eyes.

Liao Han felt his heart twitch again, as if he had a heart attack this day.

Thankfully he doesn't have a heart attack.

Both of them were injured, and the police asked to send them back, but Liao Han refused.

After all, the police car pick-up is not good, ordinary people are still unwilling to touch these.

He took a taxi by himself, and He Xilai stood outside the car and looked at him pitifully.

Liao Han sighed: "Get in the car."

The circles under He Xilai's eyes turned red again in an instant, he quickly lowered his head and got into the back seat, and sat obediently beside Liao Han.

Liao Han brought He Xi back home.

After entering the room, Liao Han stretched out his corpse on the sofa, the wound on his abdomen throbbing with pain.

Sitting in the car, the wound was so painful that he was pressed all the way, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

He Xilai stood silently at the door, but when he saw him running over nervously, his eyes were red.

Liao Han asked him: "What are you doing outside so late?"

It just happened to be near his house.

It's not that Liao Han doubted him, it's just that his appearance was too coincidental.

Even if He Xilai's mind was in chaos, it's time to wake up.His face turned red all of a sudden, and he explained in a panic: "No, teacher! I, I didn't follow the teacher, I was today," he lowered his head in frustration, "I had a quarrel with my family."

Liao Han raised his eyebrows: "Then you ran out?"

He Xilai also knew that his actions were a bit naive, so he nodded in shame, and explained: "Because I was so sad at the time, especially, I really wanted to see the teacher, so I ran to the teacher's house without knowing it."

He said it twice with an emphasis on special, as if it was a matter of seriousness.

In fact, my mind was full of the teacher at the time, and I didn't notice anything else at all. When I came back to my senses, I was already standing downstairs in the teacher's house.

He stood downstairs for a while, knowing that the teacher didn't like him and didn't want to see him, so he walked to the 24-hour convenience store near the teacher's house and squatted.

Because, I want to see him so much, even if I can get closer to him, I want to be closer to him, but I am afraid that the teacher squatting downstairs will think that I am a pervert.

Liao Han looked at the faint tear stains on his face, so it wasn't that he was wrong, He Xilai had been holding back from crying since he saw Liao Han, but there were tears stains on his face, it was because he had cried before.

He thought that He Xilai was arguing with his family and crying, but in fact He Xilai was squatting in a dark alley enduring the cold wind, crying thinking of Liao Han.

Because the teacher didn't like me, it was really aggrieved.

Because I know that the teacher is not wrong, I feel even more pitiful, and I like to be lonely and helpless in the dead of night, even He Xilai, who is naturally optimistic, will be vulnerable.

The teacher was still lamenting that He Xilai was a child after all, and he never expected that this child had more thoughts than a heartless adult like him.

But in the end he felt sorry for He Xilai, and couldn't bear to talk about him.

Originally, he wanted to say that he shouldn't rush out to save himself hastily, but after thinking about it, he felt that He Xilai would definitely retort fiercely if he said this, and he might even quarrel, so he just shut his mouth.

He stopped talking, but He Xilai was even more anxious, worried that he still suspected that he was following him, and became more cautious.

He didn't dare to sit, and he didn't dare to approach Liao Han, so he could only stand far away.

Liao Han lay down for a while before he realized something was wrong. The child would talk endlessly whenever he saw him. Why is he so quiet today?

Lifting his eyelids, he saw him standing aggrieved, Liao Han froze for a moment, thinking that he didn't mention him, what happened to him?Thinking about it again, He Xilai was probably sad after having a fight with his family.

He straightened up and wanted to comfort He Xilai a few words, but suddenly his wound was pulled by a movement, and he gasped suddenly.

He Xilai quickly ran over and gently helped him up.

Liao Han said: "Sleep at my house tonight."

There is only one bed in his house.

Liao Han: "There is still a quilt in the cabinet." He was helped to the bedroom by He Xilai. He Xilai had an injury on his hand, so he didn't dare to let He Xi come to pick it up, so he reached out and took out a quilt from the cabinet.

Throw it back on the bed.

He Xilai was dumbfounded.

Liao Han clearly meant to let He Xilai sleep with him.

He thought the teacher would let him sleep on the sofa.

But when he was injured just to save himself, how could Liao Han have such a cruel heart.

He is not a master who is willing to wrong himself, so the two of them can only sleep on the bed.

Anyway, it's a double bed.

Liao Han has always been greedy for pleasure, and the bed is too small for him to roll around, so he always buys a double bed.

When He Xilai saw Liao Han slowly getting into the quilt next to him, he immediately forgot all his grievances, and happily ran to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and then happily ran back to shake Liao Hanxin's hand. The quilt that came out got into it.

He traced Liao Han's outline in the darkness.

After tossing all night, Liao Han was tired and sleepy, and almost fell asleep in a daze.

He Xilai said softly, "Teacher."

Liao Han hummed indistinctly as a response.

He Xilai: "Teacher, don't you wash up?"

He was almost falling asleep, how could he get up to wash up, his consciousness sank into the depths of his sleep, and he didn't answer at all.

He Xilai called him in a softer voice, which he couldn't hear clearly, and finally he seemed to hear a word of liking vaguely, and something soft rubbed his lips.