Poor little in the Shura field

Because Xue Yu yelled twice in a row, softly and urgently, Lun couldn't control his strength when he came in from outside, and accidentally broke the doorknob.

As a penniless iron cock, the middle-aged man looked at the doorknob thrown to the ground by Lun, gasped in distress, and couldn't help estimating the cost of compensation in his heart.

The culprit who caused the loss has long been focused on the little boy who made the noise. Lun went straight to the bedside, and without seeing anything clearly, the words drifted out: "I heard you screaming, what happened?" ..."

The voice cut off abruptly.

Lun Na shut her mouth tightly, her heart suddenly accelerated, soaring endlessly, almost exceeding the maximum load.

The person on the bed looked over with water-filled eyes.

He hugged his knees, and only wore a pair of short sleeves before going out. His uncovered slender arms were wrapped around a thick boa constrictor, and the fingers pressed against his knees turned red when they were rubbed or caught by the snake.

The dishonest thing was still sticking to his snow-white neck, crookedly trying to get into the neckline, but he frowned slightly, and grabbed the tail tremblingly.

Trembling and tight calves, hands clutching his chest, toes slightly sunk into the bed sheet and gently rubbing.

But those who are not so upright will generally be stimulated by such a picture.

Len is one of them.

He stood beside the bed in a daze, his abdominal muscles hardened just around the corner, and the blue veins dormant under the skin bulged to a certain extent, and the middle-aged man could see his shoulders as stiff as a stone from behind.

The scene and timing of this moment are very suitable for late night kissing. If there is no middle-aged man, Len is not sure that he will not be stimulated to lose his mind.

He is a superficial person, just because of that trembling cry that urgently needs help, and Xue Yu's current unseemly posture and dress, his brain is congested, and he wants to immediately break the virginity of more than 20 years.

"Len..."

Xue Yu didn't know what Lun was thinking about, nor did he know how fast the images in Lun's brain had progressed. He grabbed the snake and whispered, "I want to go back. What do you want to ask? Ask now."

Lun was still stunned, and the tip of his nose began to itch.

If it hadn't been for the middle-aged man saying "your little baby is going to run away" in a strange way, Lun would have thought of him holding his two slippery ankles and opening and closing them.

"It's too late now." Lun forced himself to be ascetic, found a normal reason, and rejected Xue Yu's request.

Xue Yu lowered her eyes.

The slightly hesitant thoughts quickly disappeared after seeing the snake in his hand. He frowned, his voice was soft, but his attitude was the opposite: "It's not too late, and I'm not used to sleeping in other beds. I can just take a taxi back."

That's even more impossible.

There were many bad guys at night, and news about taxi accidents kept coming out. Lun thought, there was no way he could let Xueyu take a taxi back by himself.

After being kidnapped, Lun, who has long been a villain in the eyes of the other party, is still considerately thinking about Xue Yu's life safety.

Lun shifted his gaze and looked at the snake wriggling on Xue Yu's thigh. No matter how stupid he was, he could see that this snake was the source of Xue Yu's desire to run. He moved his throat and called the snake back before saying, "No."

Xue Yu frowned again.

Just a slight frown caused the Westerner to explain in confusion: "It's too late, and it's not easy to take a taxi. I'll take you back after dinner tomorrow morning, okay? I'll take this snake away, you can sleep tight."

The snake was caught by him in a rough tiger's mouth, like a sanctioned hooligan, indeed no longer capable of harassing Xue Yu.

Xue Yu pursed her lips, swiped the hour hand on the wall that was pointing to one point, and finally compromised because she was sleepy and didn't really want to walk: "...um."

As if he was afraid that he would go back on his word, Lun told him to take a good rest again, and then he pinched the snake and took away the middle-aged man who was standing aside and trying to fix the doorknob.

Xue Yu didn't sleep for too long that night, he woke up at nearly six o'clock, his mobile phone was confiscated, and he had no way to contact the outside world, so he could only let Lun and the others finish asking questions as soon as possible before leaving.

But Lun took his time, not like he was in a hurry to get the virus spray. Seeing the snowy snow in the morning, his throat rolled slightly, and he said, "There are disposable toiletries in the bathroom, you go wash up first." .”

Xue Yu glanced at the middle-aged man with his nostrils upturned and snorting coldly, and walked toward the bathroom cooperatively.

So far, he believes that Lun just wants to ask him some questions, otherwise there is no way to explain that he can sleep in bed, wash up, and have such a large degree of freedom.

I just don't know what Xin Xiao will think when he sees that he hasn't come back. Before he went out, he said that he would come back soon...

Xue Yu finished washing with a lot of thoughts, and walked out with a pretty face covered with water droplets, raised her eyes to find out where Lun was, but before she could find it, she saw a large puff of white smoke coming out of what looked like the kitchen.

The appearance of white smoke in different places has different meanings. When it appears in the wilderness, it may mean that someone is setting off a cannon or burning paper, but when it appears in the kitchen, it is not good no matter what you think.

The smoke was getting thicker and thicker now, and it was about to fill the whole room.

Xue Yu's bad premonition was getting stronger and stronger, and someone had reacted before him. The middle-aged man had an ugly face of eating a grasshopper, and rushed to the kitchen, shouting uncontrollably.

"Len! What are you doing in there!"

A few seconds later, accompanied by the merciless abuse of the middle-aged man, Xue Yu saw a huge lump of coal slinking out of the kitchen.

The two-meter-long man bowed his head, his body was dirty, and the fabric of his expensive clothes had a few freshly printed oil stains, and the slightly thinned lips of a Westerner were frustratingly pursed.

He lowered his brows and drooped his eyes, and together with the snake on his shoulder exuded an aura that needed comfort, Xue Yu couldn't pretend not to see it, and licked his lips slightly and asked, "...are you okay?"

Lun shook his head, his handsome eyebrows rubbed a little of the cigarette ash, and his whole body was dusty, like a pet who jumped around at home and knocked down a lot of furniture and made a mess of himself.

He coughed softly, and wanted to approach Xue Yu, but was blocked by Xue Yu's eyelids twitching and raising his hand, he sniffed, "Am I dirty?"

Xue Yu pressed her palms in front of his chest, preventing the black and gray unknown species from approaching: "A little bit."

Lun stopped still, and said in a muffled voice, "I want to make you breakfast."

Xue Yu was silent, watching the middle-aged man so angry that he pinched his nose and threw a plate of black objects into the trash can, and said carefully: "No, I usually don't have any appetite when I wake up in the morning, thank you."

It's a lie, Xue Yu is very hungry.

But he was always told to his face that he didn't have the talent to cook, which made him die of a good heart to cook in the future.

I feel that Ren will cry directly.

Xue Yu didn't eat the "big meal" cooked by Shang Lun, but this man was considerate and took him to the breakfast shop downstairs, saying that he would ask questions after eating his stomach.

Lun didn't quite know Xue Yu's taste, so he lowered his waist and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Because the store manager was preparing to open, it was a bit noisy, Lun almost stuck to his ear, Xue Yu also tilted his face, and whispered back to him: "It's okay."

The morning breeze was blowing, and there were very few vehicles on the road.Xue Yu struggled to tug on Lun's sleeve, telling him not to click too much, so she didn't notice that there was an indifferent gaze from across the street.

It was a man who was a little embarrassed after looking for him all night.

Yan Jueshen's face was gloomy, and he looked coldly at Xue Yu who was intimate with Lun at the door of the shop.