Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

All sounds are silent.

On winter nights, the moonlight hangs high and cold, and occasionally a biting cold wind blows.

Like a sharp ice knife, it leaves a cold stinging sensation on the skin.

Everyone had already fallen into bed early.

Everything seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

Only the study on the south side of the second floor still had a bright yellow warm lamp on.

In a row of dim and dark windows, it looks particularly abrupt and bright.

The man stood behind the desk and carefully glued the bottom of the wooden photo frame.

Take the dried flower branches that have been dried aside and stand the roots on the glue you just applied.

Just hold it like this, wait for the glue to dry, then release your hand and seal it with glue again.

Then start preparing the next one.

After repeating it like this, he didn't show any boredom or impatience at all. Instead, he was extremely serious and careful.

The originally tender and tender petals lost water, and their color became slightly dull.

But she is still charming and independent.

A different kind of good-looking.

They were placed into the photo frame one by one, with a few small white flowers and green leaves in the middle.

The Roselle flower seemed to grow out of this small piece of heaven and earth.

Unaffected by all things, it lasts forever.

I don’t know how long it took, but after a beautiful photo frame was finished, even the street lights outside were turned off.

The soft sound of wind blew by, but it did not affect the sleeping people at all.

But the originally bright study room seemed to have dropped several degrees.

Become cooler.

The man still lowered his eyes, not affected by the outside world at all.

The clear light shone on the side of his face, like a piece of fine jade, making people feel trance-like.

Pick up the Roselle freshly cut in the evening from the tray next to it and fix it on the bottom of the transparent cup.

The same clear liquid was added to it.

Then he gently placed a few cups on the bookshelf where they were not easily touched.

On the right side, there is a wide and long transparent box, filled with snow-white particles dotted with blue.

A little bit of pink petals are exposed in the corner.

If anyone sees it, they will definitely shake their heads and marvel at the man's patience.

There are three ways to treat a flower.

Almost the moment the last cup was put down.

The lights in the study were turned off and there was silence.

He turned around and went out. The lights along the corridor slowly turned on and dimmed as if consciously.

His back is long and slender, but he is inexplicably lonely.

Until the bedroom lights go out.

Everything fell into a deep sleep.

On the other side, on the dim balcony, a slender figure could be vaguely seen through the dim light.

Lean firmly against the fence.

From the moment the light in the study room came on, there was no movement for a long time.

Until then.

The figure stood up slightly and looked forward, as if he could see the scene inside through the thick wall.

A long time passed.

In the blink of an eye, the people on the balcony had disappeared.

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Yan He was woken up early in the morning by the ringing of his cell phone.

She can choose to block the sounds from the outside world, and she has gradually gotten used to it.

But the persistent calls made her restless.

I got up from the bed, glanced casually, and connected.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Say."

The other person paused: "So indifferent?"

"Do you know what time it is? You are trying so hard to disturb my dream."

Yan He lifted the quilt and stood up, walking around with his bare feet on the ground.

The weather outside was bitingly cold, but she didn't feel anything.

"……what……"

"I forgot you don't have to work."

The nice female voice didn't sound apologetic at all, but more gloating.

It was clearly intentional.

But he quickly restrained himself: "I think... you should be careful."

The hand squeezing the toothpaste paused: "What?"

"The young master of the Shen family contacted me early in the morning. What do you think he wants to do?"

"No guessing."

"..."

There was an instant silence on the other side.

Yan He put his cell phone on speakerphone next to him and finished washing up first.

It's reached its critical point there and I can't hold it in any longer.

"He wanted to ask me to perform surgery on him. This is the first time he has actively approached me."

Qi Xin pushed the big head away and glared in warning.

Just got up from the sofa.

Hearing the sound of walking coming from the mobile phone, he continued: "It was other people from the Shen family who came to me before. He never seemed to care."

"Yan He, you have deceived someone's heart. Are you still going to carry out your previous plan?"

If we were to proceed as usual, now would be a very good time.

"no need."

"Then when do we do what?"

Qi Xin subconsciously looked at Zhang Heng, and it took her a long time to find her voice.

"Why don't you use it again? Yan He, you can't act like a scumbag, and you can't take back the house."

"..."

Yan He closed the refrigerator door.

He walked to the sofa with the blood bag in his mouth: "I have other plans, don't worry."

"...Okay, then just tell me if you need anything. As for Shen Yi..."

"Let's check and see the results later."

"it is good."

When the other party was about to hang up, Yan He suddenly smiled: "Thank you."

"Beep beep!!!"

"..."

It doesn't have to be so fast, she hasn't finished speaking yet.

Throw the phone aside.

Yan He was leaning on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, as if he was relaxing.

The blood bag in his hand was decreasing little by little.

Until the doorbell rings.

His fingertips moved slightly, and finally he stood up and opened the door with the blood bag in his mouth.

The moment the light comes in.

The black figure also followed, blocking out the sunlight and pushing her into the door.

"Be careful."

"What are you careful about?"

"sun."

The man closed the door, glanced at her lips with half-closed eyes, and raised his hand to wipe away the redness on her lips.

"And your tomato juice."

"..."

Yan He looked at him strangely, then raised the blood bag and moved it in front of his eyes: "Does it look like it?"

"picture."

Telling lies with your eyes open.

"..."

Yan He, who was originally worried that he wouldn't like it, looked at the face getting closer and closer.

He stretched out his hand to block it.

"No kissing allowed."

The exposed eyes instantly dropped in despair.

Apparently not satisfied with her blocking.

But he didn't say anything.

But the more this happened, the softer Yan He became.

He took his hand back, turned around and walked inside, explaining to him: "You don't like the strong smell of rust."

Although she couldn't smell it.

She could only smell that the blood on his body was particularly sweet, and the others' blood was no different to her.

"How does Yan Yan know that I don't like it?"

Yan He was stopped in one sentence, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at him.

The words "You're a pervert" almost came out of my mouth.