his abyssal brain

When Feng Yimu received Zhou Wu's call, Zhou Lu had already arrived at the door.

"Didn't you want to take care of your brother personally? I sent it to you."

Hearing the voice of 'Didi' on the other end, Feng Yimu felt a little headache, Zhou Wu's tone was so bad, the person who sent it must not be a good one.

So when he saw Zhou Lu, Feng Yimu was surprised.

The boy was wearing a thin shirt, with nothing around him, his hands were empty, and he was not wearing anything. The hair on his forehead was disheveled by the wind, and he stood there quietly without knowing what he was looking at. Like that moonlit night, my whole body was out of tune with this world.

Can such a teenager take care of a child?

Feng Yimu is considering the possibility of letting Zhou Lu in.

In the end, Feng Yimu brought Zhou Lu into the house. As soon as he entered, Zhou Lu's head seemed to come alive: "Your house is so big."

What's going on, suddenly they live together Hey, is it so dangerous, this plot is very unreasonable, does it make sense, the author, you come out and get beaten!

Feng Yimu's doubtful voice came: "Isn't your house the same?"

Zhou Lu froze for a moment, he really didn't notice much.

Feng Yimu introduced this house to him, and ordered people to prepare Zhoulu's daily necessities including clothes.Finally, Feng Yimu took Zhou Lu to the second floor: "My younger brother Feng Liang, Liang Shui Liang, is six years old. Feng Yuan and I are too busy with studies, and the nanny has returned to our hometown. Take him with you. He is very good. By the way, if you want to cook, there are fresh ingredients in the refrigerator, will you cook?"

Zhou Lu nodded with a smile.

Ha, Feng Yimu expects a young master who can cook?ridiculous.

Feng Yimu stopped in front of a room door, he turned his head to look at Zhou Lu first, and saw that the boy still had messy hair on his head, and there were a few sticks standing upright unwilling to be lonely, with a smiling face There is a pair of calm eyes.

What an annoying look.

Feng Yimu reprimanded himself again. When others came to help, he thought of others like this in his heart. It really shouldn't be.

Feng Yimu: "If you don't know how to do it, you can order takeaway."

Zhou Lu nodded, regardless of whether Feng Yimu who turned his head could see it or not.

Feng Yimu pushed the door and approached: "Liangliang, what are you doing." Zhou Lu didn't know what he thought of, opened his mouth and laughed wildly, packed himself up the next second and followed into the door.

Liangliang is a very cute boy, he was obediently reading the storybook, when Feng Yimu entered the door, he didn't yell, but Wen Wen quietly called brother.

It's really too obedient, Zhou Lu is a mischievous ghost at his age, he runs out late every day.

Feng Yimu: "Liang Liang, this is Brother Zhou Lu, you can play with Brother Zhou Lu these few days, okay?"

Zhou Lu smiled: "Liangliang, hello, just call me little brother."

My God, the child's waxy voice is paired with an innocent face, and a low voice is called a little brother~

Don't be too cute.

Liangliang nodded obediently first, then turned her head and called Zhou Lu cautiously: "Brother Lu."

What the hell is that stubborn face!

Feng Yimu left soon, he had already asked for leave for a few days, now that Liangliang's problem had been resolved, he didn't worry anymore.

Zhou Lu wandered around the house bored, and finally chose to enter a cool room.

Liang Liang was still reading, when Zhou Lu entered the door, he just raised his head and called Brother Lu, then lowered his head again.

Zhou Lu sat down beside him, picked up a story and read it boredly.

It was night after seeing it, Zhou Lu got up: "Liang Liang, how about eating noodles at night?"

It is a declarative sentence, because Zhou Lu wants to eat noodles, and wants to eat the noodles he ordered.

Liangliang responded in a low voice.

Zhoulu shook his head and went to the kitchen. It had been a long time since he finished making the noodles, so he went up to call Liangliang down first, then turned off the light, lit a candle on the dining table, and happily Liang Liang hugged the stool.

The two ate the noodles quietly, Zhou Lu was always very happy, he smiled and ate the noodles slowly, in the middle of the cold and wanted to eat another bowl, he jumped up happily.

The noodles cooked by Zhou Lu were really delicious, Liang Liang ate them quickly, and after he finished eating, Zhou Lu took out another fruit platter: "Let's eat some fruit after dinner."

Liangliang nodded, and obediently ate the fruit.

Zhou Lu kept looking at Liangliang, but he couldn't see his eyes even when he squinted.

Liangliang felt a chill on his back, he ate a few more mouthfuls, maybe he was full, he said: "I don't want to eat." His voice was waxy.

The storm in Zhoulu's brain has been very strong. He didn't know what he thought of, and smiled expectantly: "Let's go, brother will take a bath for you."

Liangliang didn't know why he was a little flustered, but he still nodded, usually it was his elder brother who washed him.

Zhou Lu carried Liang Liang to the second floor, and gave Liang Liang a bath for half an hour. At the end, he wiped Liang Liang's body in a lack of interest, and then carried him to the bed for him to take a look again. Storybook went to sleep, and after touching his cool and cute face, he went back to his room.

How boring.

Zhou Lu took a shower casually, changed into the newly bought pajamas, turned off the light in the room, buried himself in the quilt silently, thought about many things in his mind, and finally stopped at Feng Yimu with a handsome face As he looked up, his eyes fluctuated, and finally all turned into darkness, his head gradually shut down, and the whole person fell into a deep sleep.

What to do, this book is too boring.

Trash writers are not interesting at all, it’s okay to just show up a few episodes of the previous kind of plot, it’s too normal or something.

It's too boring.

The world is gradually sinking into darkness, the moon in the sky is gradually being covered by darkness, and even a single star cannot be seen.

In the middle of the night, with the thunder of lightning, the heavy rain poured down. Zhou Lu opened his eyes, got up and cursed, and went out in the dark. He quietly opened the door of Liang Liang's room, walked to the head of the bed, and saw Liang Liang The whole person was huddled under the quilt, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhou Lu lifted the quilt and lay down, holding the restless child in his arms.

Ah, the author will never let a child hit me in a frenzy.