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After driving away the old counselor, the patriarch turned his head and saw little Furong kneeling on the carpet.

Little Furong pressed her hands on her knees, quietly looking up at the patriarch, smiling slightly at the corners of her mouth, revealing a slender and fair neck.

Here it comes again, the grating little goblin.The patriarch swallowed, and suddenly envied the race of vampires, who could chew their necks.

Little Furong blinked her eyes and asked with a smile, "Brother, has your friend left?"

Little Hibiscus: ?:.?ヽ(?????)??.:?+?la la la~

Damn, those eyes are really the brightest stars in the sky.The dopamine in the patriarch's body began to secrete again, tons and tons of it, as if he didn't want money.

The patriarch let out an indifferent "hmm", his blood was boiling, and his terrifying desires were raging.

Love is like a tornado, it blows more and more fiercely, whirring and whirling, with the tendency of blowing away.Without further ado, the patriarch started his recipe reading plan non-stop.

Sitting down in front of the low coffee table, the patriarch crossed his long legs and read his "broken love letter" intently.calmly.Stay focused.There is a battle for scientific research.

Spread out six or seven cookbooks in front of you and read them at the same time. The patriarch is like a priest who practiced rituals, muttering in his mouth: "Steamed, braised in soy sauce, stir-fried, stewed, braised..."

Brainwash, brainwash and hypnotize yourself.Cut off love, cut off love for yourself.The patriarch kept himself abstinent by looking at recipes.

Seeing him reading, little Furong leaned over like a puppy, put her chin on his gentle shoulder, and asked curiously, "Brother, what is this?"

Feeling something soft lying on his body, the patriarch burned his face instantly, and said in a trembling voice: "...food, recipe."

The man trembled into electromagnetic waves.

Little Furong was heartless: "Wow! I really want to eat! (*?ω?)"

The man even started to tremble, and a word from Little Furong could make the patriarch's entire body tremble like chaff.

Little Furong pointed to the spicy fried diced chicken on the recipe, "This! This looks bright red, you must eat it!"

The patriarch incarnates as Liu Xiahui, sitting still in his arms, and the Lingtai is completely clear.

Little Furong pointed to the fried beef with onions next to it, "This one looks delicious too! Oh my god, brother, I really want to do it again!"

This natural and sweet tone was like a fluffy little brush, scratching the patriarch's heart itchy and soft.The boy's soft hair brushed against the patriarch's neck, making the patriarch's whole body hot.

Little Furong is provocative all over her body.

Damn it, this guy is a toothbrush essence.The patriarch's altar was filthy.

"Eat and eat, you will know how to eat!" The patriarch couldn't stand it any longer, closed the cookbook in shame and indignation, pushed aside the entangled little hibiscus with one hand, his eyes dodged wildly.

Little Hibiscus: ????

Patriarch: (￣^￣) What? !Weird!

Because the heartbeat was too messy, like rushing raindrops, the patriarch simply put on a face like a chopping board to hide his panic.

Patriarch OS: (▼へ▼メ) My essence is a killer, a cold-blooded killer!

Little Furong felt that his brother's attitude had become colder, as if he didn't want to care about others, so he cheekily stuck to him again, trying to show his affection clumsily.

Little Furong: ε╰??? Oh, don't ignore people~

The boy's small body was like a "warm baby", exuding a warm temperature, which directly ironed the troubled patriarch's throat and hair, making him feel like he was on fire, like pouring ice water on himself.

Nangel Attributes: Cannibal Patriarch, Prosecutor, Vigorous Man, Physiologically Normal Male Animal.

If it goes on like this, it will be out of control.

"Get out!" The patriarch duplicity, gritted his teeth and pushed little Furong away again.

"Oh!" Little Furong was pushed and rolled on the carpet for two and a half weeks.

Originally, the patriarch just wanted to keep the people away, but he didn't control the strength well and struck hard.Seeing that little Furong was pushed backwards, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to catch little Furong in time.

But in the end, it was still rational, and before he touched Little Furong, he withdrew his hand indifferently and restrainedly.

Little Furong struggled a few times from the carpet and sat up, staring blankly at the patriarch, a little helpless, extremely wronged, as if she didn't understand why she was treated like this by the patriarch.

Little Furong: (′?︵?`) Did I...do something wrong?

The patriarch chose to ignore the other party's gaze. He stood up ruthlessly, walked straight into his room, and slammed the door behind him with a "bang".

Also pressed the lock.

Only little Furong was left sitting alone in the living room. He was extremely lonely, like a hibiscus flower destroyed by a rainstorm, miserable and miserable.

Little Furong was about to cry: (;′⌒`) was in a bad mood.so terrible.

In fact, Little Furong's mood changes are very simple, and basically follow a formula: when his brother welcomes him, he will be in a good mood; if his brother doesn't welcome him, he will be in a bad mood.

So now, little Furong is very sad.

Why did my brother suddenly lose his temper?

Brother told me to go, do I really have to go?

But where can I go?

Die again?

I still don't want it...

After all, now that I have someone I like, I don't need to jump off a building.

Yes, Little Furong has someone she likes!

I'm not leaving.

My brother doesn't know that I like him yet.

Actually, I already liked him.

I liked him as soon as I woke up.

I fell in love with him the moment I opened my eyes.

I like it very much.

Whoops. ?

The author says:

Little Furong: Licking the dog till the end, nothing left.