Quickly wear: I am looking for my owner in the human world

That night, it took a long time for the lights in Wenlang's room to go out.

The next morning, everyone in the Caihong Gang was stunned when they saw Xuan Wei coming out of Wenlang's room. They looked at each other for a few times, suppressed their curiosity, and went to the dinner table as if nothing had happened.

When everyone was about to start eating, Wen Lang came late, dragging his feet.

His hair was a little messy, his expression was a little dull, and he looked like he hadn't woken up.

After sitting down, he yawned for the first time.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and then glanced at Xuan Wei.

In stark contrast to Wen Lang, Xuan Wei had a well-placed smile on her lips. She was unfazed by their obscure inquiries and swallowed a spoonful of porridge calmly, "Why don't you eat? See what I do?"

His demeanor and tone were gentle and elegant, as if he was taking a breath of spring breeze, as if there was someone else who had an irritated face and murderous eyes just yesterday.

The teenagers all felt that it was strange, but looking at the two parties involved, one acted as if nothing had happened, while the other had a dull face and was not in any state at all. Even if a hundred claws scratched his heart, he did not dare to ask.

He shook his head timidly, "Nothing, nothing," and continued to cook.

I just have doubts in my heart and my mind is full of ideas. This meal makes me a little indigestion.

They never expected that the indigestion would last for three days.

On the fourth day, when the teenagers saw that their boss's face was green and his eyes were black, but Xuan Wei was getting more and more rosy and energetic, the mental journey that they had gone through in the past few days, from doubt to speculation to excitement, all turned into shock.

The shock was no less than a huge earthquake, tsunami, flash flood, mudslide and sandstorm!

The astonished teenagers now had complex emotions that they had never experienced before, and they all thought in unison:

It turns out that the boss...

He can't! ! !

Otherwise, how can we explain that a man and a woman stay alone in a room every night, and when they come out in the morning, there is a spring breeze and a dark cloud overhead?

Otherwise, how can we explain that the two people's current state is basically a role reversal compared to a few days ago?

Isn’t this the case of making up for what was adopted?

Not to mention that the boss who always hangs around Sister Wei now wants to leave the mission uncharacteristically!

Doesn’t this explain the problem?

After the teenagers were shocked, they felt like they were waking up from a dream, and wisps of sympathy suddenly filled their hearts.

Pity their boss, an innocent little, well, old virgin, this is the first time he has encountered such...tough sister Wei.

Yes, it doesn’t work if you’re not the boss!

The opponent is really... too powerful!

Look at his strength, his waist is not sore, his legs are not soft, his face is not red, and he is out of breath. It feels like he can go out and kill a group of zombies at any time.

After they sympathized, they began to think of a solution - of course.

Men can't say no.

Especially their wise and invincible Brother Lang!

How could he lose to his own woman in bed? !

So after returning from the mission that day, while Xuan Wei went back to the bedroom to take a shower first, the teenagers quickly dragged Wen Lang to the dining room.

Wen Lang glanced at a few people and asked casually: "Supper?"

I came back late today and had dinner outside. Wen Lang was not hungry, so he said "You guys can eat" and was about to go out, but was pulled back again.

Now Wen Lang knew that there must be something going on with these little brats, and judging from the way they hesitated to speak, it was probably not a good thing.

If you couldn't do anything after squirming in front of him for a long time, then there is no need for that person to speak.

But now he is surprisingly less impatient.

Maybe it was the patience that had been tempered over the past few nights, Wen Lang thought numbly.

He would never admit that he now has some escapism about going back to his room...

So much so that I am still in the mood to spend time with my little cubs here.

It was precisely because of the messy thoughts in Wen Lang's mind and the graceful figures that flashed from time to time that he, who was always keen, temporarily ignored Xiao Hong's nervous expression that was deliberately concealed but could not be concealed.

I heard Xiaohong suddenly snap her fingers, and instantly the lights in the entire restaurant and the living room went out, "Come out!"

After the words fell, three people in the kitchen who were not on duty today came over carrying something.

When I got closer, I realized that Xiao Qing and Xiao Lu were each holding a bowl of noodles, and Xiao Zi was holding a small cake in her hands.

There were two candles on the cake, and the firelight illuminated the space around the dining table.

Xiao Hong cleared her throat: "Today is our Xiao Zi's 13th birthday."

The little boy, who was only as tall as Wen Lang's chest, was smiling and had big eyes. He looked at Wen Lang and said, "Today is also our boss's 26th birthday."

Xiaohong: "Let us wish Xiaozi a happy birthday!"

Xiao Zi: "Let us also wish the boss a happy birthday!"

Then other boys and girls clapped together and sang happy birthday.

Everyone's face was filled with smiles, even Xiaobai, who was usually the coolest, slightly curled his lips.

Xiao Zi: "Singing is over, boss, make a wish and blow out the candles. You blow one and I will blow one!"

Wen Lang didn't move.

The warm firelight reflected on his face, like a jade sculpture.

When Xiao Zi finished making her wish, blew out the candles, and urged her again, Wen Lang seemed to have returned to reality from the still world. The eyelashes that had cast down the shadows trembled, and the bottomless black eyes stared at the still Unextinguished candles.

"Who told you...my birthday is today?"

He asked Xiao Zi with a calm voice and a calm tone. No one knew that his hands in his pockets were clenched into fists.

Of course, Xiao Zi was not aware of his mood swings. She was still immersed in excitement. After hearing this, she said without thinking: "Sister Xuan said it!"

Wen Lang's fist suddenly loosened, his expression stunned.

"She...said?"

"Yeah!" Xiao Zi nodded, "A few days ago, my brothers and sisters said they wanted to celebrate my birthday. Sister Xuan heard about it and asked me what day it was. I said it was today, and she said it's today too, boss!"

Wen Lang stood there, still unable to react.Too many emotions and memories rushed up together, positive and negative, joyful and disgusting, so that his mind went blank for a moment.

Xiao Zi was still urging him next to him. He closed his eyes and blew out the candles randomly, but he didn't make a wish at all. There was only one question lingering in his mind: How did she know?

The moment Wen Lang opened his eyes, Xiao Hong turned on the light again, and then he didn't have any more time to think. Xiao Lu put the bowl of noodles in front of him, and Xiao Qing gave Xiao Zi's bowl.

Wen Lang was not in the mood to eat at all. He was thinking of taking a few bites for fun, but just as he was about to put down his chopsticks, Xiao Lu pushed up his glasses and said, "Brother Lang, Xiao Zi's bowl was made by Xiao Qing, and this bowl of yours is Xiao Lu's." Zi made it, he insisted on saying that he was a birthday boy and the noodles he made were more blessed, so he made them for you to eat, and even got blisters on his hands."

Wen Lang paused and looked at the little boy who was looking at him eagerly. There was indeed a red patch on the back of his hand.

He lowered his eyes, picked up the chopsticks again, and started eating.

But he didn't see Xiaolu and Xiaohong look at each other behind them, and there was a glimmer of light in their eyes behind the lenses.

Except for Xiao Zi, the boys and girls also screamed in their hearts——

Wuhu!Success!

Xiaobai gave Xiaoqing a meaningful thumbs up.

Xiao Qing smiled slightly, hiding his merit and fame.

That's right, Wen Lang's bowl of noodles was made by Xiao Zi - he was the one who put the noodles down.

In addition, making soup, seasoning, adding ingredients, and controlling the heat are all handled by Xiao Qing.

What about tiger penis, deer antler, clam, gecko, ginseng, musk... To be able to blend Xiaobai's carefully prepared medicinal ingredients into the ingredients just right and avoid having any weird taste, it really takes a lot of cooking skills.

At least Wen Lang, who was preoccupied with eating mechanically at this time, didn't notice anything was wrong.

Otherwise, it is best not to make decisions casually when you are emotionally overwhelmed... Just look at how a gang leader was deceived by a group of little bastards into eating a bowl of noodles that was no less than Shiquan Dabu Soup.

The only conscience of the little bastards is that they did not include the youngest rabbit in the plan. Firstly, this kind of thing is not suitable for children after all, and secondly... people who don't know the truth can behave more naturally and realistically.

If you don’t believe it, look at that guy Xiao Zi, and he can say without any guilt: “The boss wants to finish it!”

Wen Lang patted his head and actually finished eating the noodles.

Not even soup left.