Qing Yu's Qing Yu of Love

8. The cat and the rose

The little yellow croaker is like a newborn, growing rapidly this summer.He will soon be able to converse fluently with Wang Qing. After many inquiries, Wang Qing learned that children at this level have started to learn to read in kindergarten. He also went to the bookstore to buy a bunch of elementary textbooks and took them home. Teach the little yellow croaker, the little yellow croaker is very smart and learns quickly, and he doesn't like reading like other children. On the contrary, he likes reading too much. In the past, when he was playing and sleeping, except when he was with Wang Qing, Everything else is for reading.

Looking at such a small yellow croaker, Wang Qing felt very complicated.On the one hand, he wants him to learn more things to integrate into the human world as soon as possible, on the other hand, he is worried that the little yellow croaker realizes that he is a different species, and no matter how much he learns, he will not be able to return to the simple and happy life before.

After struggling for several days with the loss of several of her beloved bangs, Wang Qing decided not to worry about this unanswered question anymore.

Anyway, as long as they're having a good time.

Although the communication problem is basically solved, there are still some problems that cannot be solved without explanation.

After dinner, the two quietly went about their business on the sofa.The little yellow croaker took Wang Qing's newly bought book and read it with gusto. Wang Qing raised his head from the computer to glance at the little yellow croaker from time to time. He didn't get up quietly until the pain in his lower abdomen couldn't be tolerated anymore. I went back to the bedroom...then rushed to the toilet as fast as I could, untied the belt and started to run the water.

Wang Qing couldn't help snorting softly, he slightly raised his head and was about to make a bold move when he heard the sound of the door opening.

Every time I endured it to the extreme, I went to the toilet and had no time to close the door, and then continued to be watched by uninvited guests when I went to the toilet.

Repeatedly.

Up to now, Wang Qing has been able to calmly resist the urge to lift his pants and leave immediately and overcome the psychological embarrassment. After draining the water calmly, he put on his pants, trying to persuade the little yellow croaker for the thousand and one time while fastening his belt.

"Didn't you say that you can't go to the bathroom together?"

"Rose, I want to protect you! Of course we have to be together in everything!"

Wang Qing looked at the sky with his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly spit out the blood that had just calmed down from his chest.

"Why am I a rose again?" Ever since Little Yellow Fish started reading, Wang Qing has been given a different role every day.

"You are as fragile as a rose. You can't get caught by the wind or the rain. You wear so many clothes no matter in winter or summer, and you don't even have four thorns!"

Wang Qing: "..."

He thinks he should be more careful next time he chooses children's books.

"You are so fragile, of course I will always be by your side to protect you!" Little Yellow Fish said proudly.

Looking at the clean eyes of the little yellow croaker, Wang Qing suddenly felt that time stood still.

The outside world has various evaluations of Wang Qing, from a famous family, a proud son of heaven, a prodigy in the business world, indifferent and aloof...but it's the little yellow croaker who still can't recognize this word, and who still speaks off-kilter, to say that he is fragile?

This word fell straight into Wang Qing's heart, turning his already chaotic mind upside down.

Wang Qing stretched out his hand and rubbed the little yellow croaker's hair vigorously. He didn't stop until the curly dark brown hair turned into a chicken coop.

"Okay, I'm so fragile, you have to protect me."

It was already very late for Xiao Huangyu to finish reading. Wang Qing carried him to the bedroom after taking a shower, dried his hair, and put him in the bedroom, but he went to the outer hall to sleep on the sofa.

It's okay to sleep with a cat in your arms, but if it's a person who may strip off at any time... Wang Qing decisively gave up the bed.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, there was still a brightly lit city, but Wang Qing didn't close his eyes for a long time.

Early the next morning, Wang Qing was woken up by harassment as usual, and his aura of getting up had been wiped clean by the little yellow croaker.

"Don't make trouble, I told you to sleep in that room and I'll sleep in this room, why are you here again?" Wang Qing asked feebly without even opening his eyes.

"I'll protect my roses." After Xiao Huangyu finished speaking, she covered Wang Qing with the quilt she brought from the bedroom, and learned how to tuck the corners of the quilt.

Wang Qing didn't expect Little Yellow Fish to do such a thing, so he was stunned for a long time and didn't speak.

"I am a rose, so what are you? A little prince or a fox?" Wang Qing didn't know why, but suddenly wanted to know the answer urgently.

"I'm a cat." Little Yellow Fish replied.

Yes, who said that roses can only belong to the little prince?