[Wearing the Book] Cats refuse to be cannon fodder

While being vigilant against dogs, Lin Yu also discovered a strange phenomenon. In the huge house, he didn't see a single maid under the age of 30, and there were very few men.

Lin Yu stroked his chin.

Hey, is Bo Chen really as cold and abstinent as described in the book?

Lin Yu lowered his head and glanced at Bo Chen's well-articulated fingers, wondering whether this right hand had made a huge contribution to the body's loss of hundreds of millions of nuclei with tails like the vast number of homeboys.

Lin Yu glanced at Bo Chen's Qingjun's side face again, and thought to himself: What a pity for a 19-year-old young man who doesn't pick up girls, doesn't flirt with girls, doesn't play hard, and only reads sage books. Hitting the big wall with a bang, really blinded this face in vain.

From the corner of his eyes, Bo Chen saw Lin Yu's probing eyes looked at him from top to bottom, and a faint sadness like an old father appeared on his face strangely.

The man's head is definitely not in the galaxy anymore.

Lin Yu, who had already flown into outer space, unconsciously followed Bo Chen's feet all the way to the bedroom. He didn't regain his consciousness until the cool breath that filled the room that made him fascinated enveloped all his senses.

He covered his nose with his hand, and stood at the door of the bedroom, not daring to go in. The follower suddenly disappeared, and Bo Chen turned around and looked at him suspiciously, then half-closed his eyes, a layer of gloom visible to the naked eye. Suddenly, the atmosphere became extremely stalemate, Lin Yu realized how impolite his actions were, so he could only let go of his hand, Bo Chen walked to the window and opened it without saying a word.

At the same time, Lin Yu was so ashamed of his disrespect. He touched his nose, laughed dryly, and racked his brains to think of words to ease the embarrassment.

"Well, I didn't mean that. It's my own fault. Your room doesn't smell bad, nor does it have a bad smell." Lin Yu paused, and then added, "It smells really good."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yu felt that he could transcend. He no longer had any nostalgia for the world. It would be better not to explain this.

Bo Chen still didn't say a word, sitting in front of the computer desk, raised his mobile phone to take a picture of Lin Yu, and sent it to a WeChat user named MCI-001.

However, Lin Yu's three souls and six souls had already lost two souls and four souls in the Great Compassion Curse, so he didn't notice Bo Chen's big move at all.

At the moment before he soared to bliss, as if he saw something, his soul was instantly reshaped, and he ran to a poster on the wall and shouted excitedly.

"Fuck shit! My idol's autograph! Are you a Kobe fan too?"

Because the posters were not friendly to his height of 1.7 meters [-], Lin Yu almost stuck his feet to the wall.

Bo Chen finally said the first word after he entered the bedroom, let out a casual "um", lowered his head, and tapped his fingers on the phone quickly.

Lin Yu's affection for Bo Chen rose by one percentage point in an instant.

But there is only one percentage point, no more.

"Do you still remember the game where he scored 81 points in Dragon Slaying Night? Damn! He scored 69 points out of the team's 51 points alone, and beat the Raptors by 18 points." Lin Yu was excited as he spoke. trembled.

Bo Chen gave a faint "um", but still didn't raise his head, his voice was cool, and it sounded more perfunctory.

Enthusiasm was poured cold water, Lin Yu turned around and looked at Bo Chen expressionlessly, and said coldly, "You are so perfunctory, it's boring, I'm leaving." He picked up his schoolbag and lifted his legs to walk out the door.

Bo Chen finally raised his head, pushed his glasses, and said playfully, "Huh? Did I remember your payment password, or did I remember where your home is?"

Lin Yu's steps froze.