amazingly short legs

It wasn't until Shengbu took them into a relatively high-end hotel in the town that Boyi was relieved. As a famous delicious and juicy barbecue, he was always worried about himself.

Moribe asked for two rooms.

Di Yan asked: "Is he squeezing with you, or with me?"

Moribu said, "I'll squeeze with you."

The owner can't be separated from his little pet, the owner has one heart!

Di Yan stared at him, feeling that Aiqing was so clingy, that the king wanted the minister to sleep, and the minister should sleep while sleeping.

Sheng Bu said: "There is not much money left."

Boyi's eyes widened. Mr. Sheng, who is worth hundreds of millions in real estate, said he had no money?

Who believes!

Di Yan sighed, Sheng Aiqing was really poor, "Okay, save the money."

Boyi: "..."

Back in the room, Di Yan flew onto the big snow-white bed.

Seeing it rolling around, Moribe had an inexplicable illusion, as if he brought his girlfriend to open a room.

Di Yan straightened his body on the bed, sunk straight and straight in the soft pillow, staring in a daze with a world of mortals and dry bones.

Only then did Shengbu know that Xiaolong also likes to take the Buddhist route occasionally.

He went to take a shower and put snacks on the table so that Xiaolong could eat when he was hungry.

The town is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and the environment is quite good. While taking a bath, Moribu looked out of the window and thought about life by the way—why the toilet should face the floor-to-ceiling windows, is it because he is afraid that the eyes of the guests will be bored when going to the toilet.

He took a shower, wiped his hair with a towel, and walked out.

"Small--"

A faint fragrance lingers.

The person sitting by the bed turned around when he heard the sound, his hair was hanging down, his white clothes were more snowy, his green eyes were like water, his spirit was high, his slender fingers were holding a bag of potato chips, and he smiled slightly, "Ai Qing."

Shengbu's heart skipped a beat. At this moment, Shengbu felt that when Xiaolong called him Aiqing, it looked like love.

Di Yan still wanted to speak, but when he heard a bang, his figure shrank back to his original form.

The things Xiaolong in white clattered fell off the bed, and buried himself under the lemon-flavored potato chips.

Di Yan finished the remaining half of the sentence in a daze: "...to be eaten by human beings, the size is just right."

"..."

Moribe's heart beat uncontrollably a few times, he tried his best to hold back, and saved Di Yan from under the potato chips.

"Why did I suddenly remember..."

Di Yan asked, "Why is Aiqing's voice hoarse?"

Shengbu's throat was dry, his Adam's apple rolled, and his dark eyes shot at Di Yan, wanting to find out a little more of the surprise just now.

But obviously can't find it, only short, cute and kawaii.

He hid the disappointment in his eyes and dried his hair, "It's all right, are you full?"

Di Yan's body was covered with potato chip dregs, sticky and greasy, "Well, I want to take a bath."

Moribe took out its fish tank and poured a bottle of purified water into it.

"I want that."

Moribe understood and squeezed a little of his own milk facial cleanser for him, and then stirred out many milky white bubbles.

Di Yan was playing with bubbles in the bathtub, crushing his two little paws.

Moribe made the bed, sat by the bed, silently looking at the playful little pet.

He tried his best to recall the face of the man in white, and found that this was the first time he had seen Xiaolong's face at such a close distance - a figure like a banished fairy, like a dream like a dream... Of course, the potato chips in its hand must be ignored.

Boyi knocks on the door and asks if they want something to eat, having missed lunch on the way, he is starving to death now.

Moribe carried a laptop with him, and wanted to update the text, but didn't want to eat it.

Di Yan felt refreshed after soaking in the bath, and he didn't even want to eat.

Boyi had no choice but to go by herself.

Sheng Bu said: "Bring me a rice noodle, thank you."

Di Yan said: "Bring me a cup of milk tea with less sugar and more pearls, you're welcome."

Boyi: "..."

I said I don't want to eat it.

Why there is a strong college roommate feeling.

After dawdling and eating, it was past three o'clock in the afternoon. They decided to leave early tomorrow morning, so they had to go to bed early today, so they went back to their respective rooms and went to their respective beds.

It was already two hours after Shengbu finished writing the manuscript, Di Yan had already curled up into the shape of a hawthorn roll, sleeping in a deep sleep.

Wen Zhan sent him a message and asked, "Where is it? I'm back in the capital. Let's get together. There is a good script. I want you to read it."

In the past two years, due to the kind invitation of an old friend, Shengbu worked as the lead screenwriter for a movie invested by Wen Zhan. Later, the show became a hit, with a box office of [-] million, and some of the plots were even talked about by film critics. Dao, let the audience cry, laugh and laugh, wishing they could just swipe twice, swipe, swipe, and swipe a few times in the cinema, and these scenes are all from Shengbu.

At that time, the director sternly refused to add the plot several times because he had never worked as a screenwriter. Later, Wen Zhan and Shengbu conspired in private, and directly replaced the investor with himself, smashed the director's head with money, and brought money into the film. The script is relentless.

The final box office proved that the director's face hurts, and Mr. Sheng's talent is amazing. The male god Wen firmly believes that Sheng Bu is a low-key cash cow. Since then, he has firmly hugged his thigh. Department out of the mountain.

Moribu replied: "Take a pet to travel."

When Wen Zhan received the news, his jaw was about to drop. During the years he had known Shengbu, he had always thought that Shengbu was a calm president who did not seek fame and fortune, was not tempted by the world of flamboyance, was low-key, calm, rich and talented.

In the future he imagined for Shengbu, Mr. Sheng will either watch the flowers bloom and bloom in a secluded mansion with tens of millions of dollars, or he will guard the mansion and equity to cultivate his self-cultivation and look at the clouds and clouds in the sky. Well, anyway, he is a Image of people dying alone with a lot of money.

But now, Wen Zhan suddenly discovered that the pure and pure flower of Gaoling in his mind had been picked by a pet who didn't know what it was.

Wen Zhan was very curious about who occupied the heart of the cold and cold male god.

He thought about it, but he couldn't think of Shengbu's appearance in a suit and leather shoes shoveling shit.

At six o'clock in the evening, Moribe went to bed, and not long after he closed his eyes, he saw Xiaolong in white. Xiaolong was as handsome as jade, spotless, and sat quietly by the bed, looking down at him.

"Xiaolong." Shengbu's heart became active again, he propped himself up slightly, and subconsciously held his breath.

Di Yan smiled and said: "Aiqing, your throat is uncomfortable, I will help you cure it."

Moribu's throat rolled, nervously watching Xiaolong getting closer and closer, his fingers touched something cold, he looked straight at the man in white, subconsciously squeezed it with his fingertips, "Okay..."

Before the good word fell, the body flew out with a bang.

Moribu was in pain, and suddenly woke up from the dream, sitting on the ground silently reminiscing about the dream just now, it turned out to be just a dream.

It took a while to realize that he should be on the bed, not under the bed.

Sheng Bu turned his head, on the bed, Di Yan stroked his own little tail, and said with a dry smile, "I didn't kick you down."

Moribe: "Oh."

It turned out that he fell like this.

He looked at Xiaolong who was deliberately looking at the ceiling with small eyes, and had the illusion that his daughter-in-law had suddenly turned into a son.

The next day, just after dawn, Boyi knocked on the door.

"Why is it driving so slowly?" He poked his head inside.

Sheng Bu closed the door tightly, "Wait outside, it's still sleeping."

"..."

Bo Yi said: "This line is a bit strange, it seems to have some kind of inductive effect."

"It's to lure your sheep into the dragon's mouth." Di Yan said.

Shengbu and Boyi lowered their heads at the same time, and Diyan stepped on Shengbu's feet with a small appearance, "We're all awake, let's go."

Shengbu said that he didn't sleep well last night, so he drove Bo Yi to drive, and he and Xiaolong sat in the back seat, the window was lowered, and the wind in the forest was blowing on his cheeks, Shengbu looked out the window, a little absent-minded.

Di Yan felt that it was all his fault, he shouldn't have kicked Sheng Aiqing out of bed, but after thinking about it carefully, it wasn't his fault, who asked Sheng Bu to touch his tail, don't you know what touching the dragon's tail means? ...Anyway, the emperor is tired of knowing that he is wrong, so he will touch it next time and hit him again. Who told Sheng Aiqing not to learn well at such a young age.

But he still wants to coax him. After all, the old dragon is old and can't care too much about the younger generation.