Master White Cat is very arrogant

"Who are you, what do you want to see me for?" Dean Jiaxi looked up and down at this unusually dressed young man.

"I have a good script and I want to share it with you." Kong Chantian grasped Dean Jiaxi's shortcomings.

When Dean Jiaxi heard this, he immediately became excited, "What script, is it wonderful?"

"Oh! That's quite exciting, not to mention world-famous, at least it can guarantee that you will be unique among your peers in the future." Kong Chantian has read many books, and it is not difficult for him to recite one or two stories.

"I don't believe it! Unless you tell me something first?" Dean Jiaxi stroked his mustache, showing a treacherous smile.

"Yes." Kong Chantian continued following the words given by Dean Jiaxi, "Then let's tell a story called "The Ring of the Nibelungen" first! The blacksmith Siegfried met the Queen of Iceland after a meteorite fell. Brenhill knew each other and fell in love. Then he killed the evil dragon..."

Kong Chantian talked eloquently, and Dean Jiaxi's expression changed from complacency at the beginning to obsession, and finally to exclamation and surprise...

None of them noticed that there was a small figure in the flowerbed with a pair of gray-blue crystal pupils staring at Kong Chantian curiously.

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"Oh!" Dean Jiaxi cheered excitedly after hearing Kong Chantian's story, "I have found a treasure!"

He jumped up and down on the ground with his stubby legs, and his excitement was hard to describe in words, "We will succeed!...Dude!" Dean Jiaxi couldn't remember his name, so he could only smile awkwardly Laugh, and use dude instead.

Kong Chantian politely introduced: "Dean Jiaxi, my name is Zen Swift."

"Haha, yes, Zen!" Dean Jiaxi raised his hand and patted Kong Chantian's shoulder, "I already expected the surprised expressions of those old guys, hahahaha!" Dean Jiaxi put his hips on his hips and laughed loudly.

"By the way, Zen, you are living in the Paris Opera these days. You are my guest, and I will treat you well."

After Dean Jiaxi finished speaking, he left excitedly. Halfway there, he found that his gun was still on the table, and he fell back to take it again, "Old man, see you later!"

Stay and get!

Kong Chantian smiled, the plan in his heart was successful.

"Shusher", the grass behind Kong Chantian suddenly shook violently.

Kong Chantian looked back and looked at the unusual pile of grass. He walked in and pushed it away with his hands. Inside was a curled up child, about five or six years old.

He hugged his head, trembling all over, extremely afraid of Kong Chantian.

"What's wrong?" Kong Chantian asked himself that he looks good, and he doesn't look like a scourge. Why is this child so afraid of himself? !

"I'm sorry!" The child didn't dare to look up, his voice was crying, and he was trembling more frequently.

"Why do you have to apologize to me? Don't be afraid, child, I will not hurt you." Kong Chantian said softly.

"Woooo..."

The child actually cried anxiously.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." This time it was Kong Chantian's turn to apologize. He didn't expect his behavior to make the child cry.

God, he hasn't been a father yet, and he doesn't know how to comfort a crying child.

"It hurts..." the child murmured in pain.

Hearing this sound, Kong Chantian stopped backing away. He held the little boy's shoulders and asked softly, "Where did you get hurt?!"

The child raised his head cautiously, revealing an angelic face, a silver-white mask, and a pair of watery gray-blue pupils, pitiful and cute.

He is Phantom! ! !

Kong Chantian's smile faltered, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

How sensitive this child is, he immediately noticed the hesitation in Kong Chantian's eyes, he crawled backwards, trying to stay away from Kong Chantian's support.

"I'm sorry, it's just the first time I've seen a child wearing a mask." Kong Chantian regained his composure, the phantom in front of him was not an adult phantom, but a living young phantom.

Gray-blue eyes rolled around, he was analyzing the truth of Kong Chantian's words, and his movements were not as resisting as before.

"Did you hurt your ankle?" Kong Chantian noticed that he was covering his ankle with his hands.

Kong Chantian gently moved his hand away, revealing the red and swollen ankle underneath.

"I accidentally twisted it." The child lowered his head, his voice was weak, and he looked very pitiful.

"Let's go get some medicine, shall we? Otherwise, it will cause inflammation...it will hurt." Kong Chantian picked up the child and weighed it in his hands. It was really light, and he didn't know if he had eaten on time.

Kong Chantian carried the child and walked towards the Paris Opera House.Along the way, I chatted with the child from time to time, trying to divert the child's attention so that he would not pay attention to the wound.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Anos." The child replied softly.

Kong Chantian's smile stagnated, and he quickly returned to his original state, "Anos? What a coincidence, I have a friend named Anos. What's your full name?!"

"Q. M. Arnos."

Kong Chantian almost dropped the child in his hand.

This is a coincidence? !Why this name?It is possible to say that it looks a bit like Anos, after all, the hair color and eye color are different.But even the names are exactly the same, which is a big problem!

Kong Chantian asked himself, there was no one named Q beside him. M.Anos' friends, his friends are very poor.There is no one who looks so handsome, not even one!Why did he dream of Anos twice? !Twice exactly? !

Could it be that... his sexual orientation is male? !

Kong Chantian sighed, he didn't care about this, what he was afraid of was that no one would appreciate his appearance in a wheelchair.

... "Whose child is this?" Dean Jiaxi looked curiously at the child that Kong Chantian brought in.

"Yo! You look really good, like a little angel!" Dean Jiaxi has never seen such a cute and pure child.

Kong Chantian also ignored the fact that Dean Jiaxi didn't know Anos, and hurriedly said: "He hurt his ankle and needs medicine."

"How did you get hurt?" Dean Jiaxi hurried to get the medicine box to apply medicine to Anos.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt in a while." Kong Chantian said with a smile.

"Yeah." Anos lowered his head and responded in a low voice, his hand was still tightly clutching the corner of Kong Chantian's clothes, refusing to let go.

... "Okay! As long as you don't get wet, you'll be fine in a few days." Dean Jiaxi wiped his old sweat.

"It's okay." Kong Chantian comforted Anos by touching his head.

"Yeah." Another small voice responded.

"By the way, brother Zen, is this your child? I guess it's six years old?!" Dean Jiaxi asked curiously.

"It's not my child, I met him on the road." Kong Chantian explained.

"Oh! Zen, you are really kind-hearted!" Dean Jiaxi praised.

"It's just a trivial matter, nothing to worry about."

Anos, who was sitting on the chair, got restless and asked for a hug.Kong Chantian hugged him, but he kissed Kong Chantian on the cheek, "Thank you!"