Uncle's Nine-Tailed Fox Boyfriend

At [-]:[-] in the evening, on the last subway, there were less than ten people in a car. Yan Jiaming leaned comfortably on the seat, squinted, and looked at several humans with different expressions in the car.

He likes humans and is a human himself.But he can always observe the expressions of the same kind from outside the world, and then find different stories from these different expressions and faces.

"What are you looking at?" A squinting young man gave him a fierce look.

Yan Jiaming hastily shifted his gaze.

The girl who was lying on the boy's thigh and giggling stopped talking, raised her head from the boy's lap, and swept Yan Jiaming with her dark eyes.

Then seven or eight people around looked at Yan Jiaming.

Yan Jiaming lowered his head and stared at the phone in his hand.

Young people are violent these days, especially those young people who travel late at night.

If Yan Jiaming was a young and handsome young man, maybe it would be okay for the young children in the carriage to be stared at by him a few times, but Yan Mingjia has uneven curly hair, which looks like a chicken coop no matter how you look at it .A big round and white face glowed with a pale blue light because of staying up late for several days, and a pair of big eyes with black and green circles, also became big and lifeless because of this excessive fatigue.

Whoever looks at his sleepy appearance with his body hollowed out is upset.What's more, these young people in the carriage are excitedly going to the bar to fool around.

Yan Jiaming lowered his head in such a haste, which made the older kids even more dissatisfied.

"Uncle! What did you just watch?"

Yan Jiaming stared at Lianliankan on his phone with his head down.

"Uncle, did you hear what I asked you?"

Yan Jiaming raised his head, looked at the young man with blond hair and earrings in front of him, and gave him a gentle and harmless smile.

Yan Jiaming's face is not ugly in detail, with big eyes, high nose bridge, and thick deep red lips, but these good things are added to a gray face, plus dull eyes. The two dark circles under the dark blue eyes, but no matter what, it makes people feel refreshed.But a gentle and harmless smile on such a face would only turn people off, especially with this burly yellow-haired boy.

"Uncle, do you have an itchy face?" Huang Maoxiao shook his fist with steel rings in front of Yan Jiaming's eyes.

A few of his accomplices around heard that they were in good spirits, and yelled that Huang Mao should clean up this wretched uncle, especially the girl lying on the boy's thigh was so angry that she must clean him up.

Yan Jiaming stunned the group of older children for a while, and they didn't know what to do. Fortunately, there was a normal office worker sitting next to him.When the car arrived at the station, he hurriedly pulled him out of the car.Fortunately, that yellow-haired boy was just scaring him, a wimpy uncle.

But where is this station?His home is still four stops away, this is the last bus, how will he go home?

Yan Jiaming thanked the young man who had just given him a hand, and crawled out of the subway with his head drooping.

The young man who helped him kindly asked him if he wanted to take a taxi back, Yan Jiaming nodded with a hum, how could he take a taxi for the four stops, and the taxi fare at [-]:[-] this night was more expensive than usual, in order to save money, Just like exercising.

The north wind at minus ten degrees chilled Yan Jiaming, who had just emerged from the subway entrance.

It was hot from running, Yan Jiaming tightened the down jacket he had worn for N years, put on his bag, and started running.

How long has it been since I ran like this? It’s been more than ten years. When I just graduated, I used to run with Liu Lu in the middle of the winter night. That day, it seemed that Liu Lu was running behind me laughing at his stupidity, and the temperature was more than ten degrees below zero. They all ran sweating profusely on winter nights.

After running for a while, Yan Jiaming gasped for breath, the cold air pierced his lungs again and again, he was no longer young, and his lungs hurt after running for a while.cold?Really let yourself run away.

His body is not cold, and Yan Jiaming is too lazy to do strenuous exercise, fearing that he will not be able to get up in the morning because of muscle soreness.

Slowing down, I realized that I was running in the opposite direction. At 12:30 in the middle of the night, at minus eleven degrees, Yan Jiaming stood at the crossroads to calmly see the direction, and then walked back.There was no frustration or anger on his face.

The north wind blew by, and the cold street lamps stretched and shrunk Yan Jiaming's figure.

A white mass appeared under the street lamp and gradually approached Yan Jiaming's feet.

Yan Jiaming was passing by him, and the white ball was coming towards Yan Jiaming.

A little white fox leaned against Yan Jiaming's feet, holding Yan Jiaming with its small paws.

In the cold night, this little thing must have been frozen.

Yan Jiaming lowered his waist and hugged the little white thing into his arms.

"Little thing, uncle will find you a good master tomorrow." Yan Jiaming held this fluffy little thing in his arms, warming his body and mind.

When I returned to my sleeping den, I realized that I was carrying a nine-tailed Spitz.Not only that, this little thing can speak, not dog language, but human language, or standard Mandarin Chinese.

He was dreaming, he must have been working too long and started sleepwalking.