The cat's reaction to being forced to attack is

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The slender figure who stood up did not speak, and pulled the thin white palm he was holding towards his chest——

The unsuspecting young man let La lose his center of gravity, and was easily pressed on the opponent's motorcycle seat.

The boy didn't react at all, he looked up at the person who was leaning over, his black cat pupils blinked slowly.

Some good person blew a whistle, and then the eyes of the noisy crowd around him came to focus.

At a glance, he didn't move away.

It was indeed a rather ambiguous scene.

——The well-trained arms half covered the boy who was pressed on the seat, and only the chin that looked too white in contrast to the soft, crow-colored hair could be vaguely seen.

It took a few seconds for the voyeurs to realize that this pair was not the right gender as they thought, and the one being pinned down was not a hot girl...

His wandering eyes glanced at the young man's small pale jaw, the long legs that were forced to be pushed down from both sides of the seat because of the supine posture, and the light red lips that were half covered by the angle of view.

The peeper rubbed the knuckles of the cigarette unconsciously, and began to understand that buddy a little bit. If it is a cutie of this quality, he might also feel it...

The boy only felt that the temperature of the person holding him was still as overheated as before, so he frowned, and his chin was pinched gently.

The calloused knuckles left a red mark on the white and small chin without much effort.

"You keep provoking me like this... Can you charge some interest?"

The handsome and sharp eyebrows were full of ruffian, and he looked down darkly.

Seeing the eyes that seemed to eat him, the young man felt some inexplicable sense of crisis at this moment. The temperature that was imprisoned and pressed above was so hot that it was shocking, and the strength of pinching himself seemed to really kill him. Deadlocked in this place as well.

"What interest...interest...?"

The boy moved uneasily. Although the seat was not intimidating, it would still be a little uncomfortable.

Yi Chenyu looked at the young man below, his long and flexible legs were slightly folded into an exciting arc because he was lying on his back, his light red lips were slightly pursed, he seemed to be nervous or angry .

He didn't speak, his eyes were dark, his eyes locked on the soft lips that seemed to be resisting, and he lowered his body, his palm clasped his slender waist to prevent him from running away.

Unexpectedly thinking of this buckle, the young man shook his whole body, and suddenly he did not know where the strength came from and tried his best to struggle, and the next second he escaped from in front of him.

The hidden eyes around me thought that I could watch, let alone do something impure, at least I could force someone to kiss me, but I didn't know that the little guy who was being pressed was touched somewhere, and my whole body trembled Next, the beautiful long legs couldn't help but twitch, and disappeared.

That appearance made them click their tongues in complacency, what did this buddy do?

Yi Chenyu didn't know why the cat suddenly exploded, as if someone touched the tip of its tail...

He rubbed his fingertips, as if recalling something.

Could it be...waist...?

He sneered inexplicably, and the lust aroused in the dark wolf eyes still persisted.

Tsk, I was escaped... Then next time, put this cat on his heavy motorcycle, it is best to take people to the wilderness, where there is no place to run.

……

Sim Mo was still panting when he ran out of the game hall. Generally, smoking is prohibited in the non-smoking area of ​​the game hall, but it’s not that the rules are looser on weekends when minors are young. The lights are dim, and there is smoke from time to time. After staying for a long time, he will feel a little drowsy .

Momentarily conscious of exposure to fresh air, the drowsiness in Xin Mo's mind gradually disappeared, and his vision became clearer.

When he took a few steps, he saw Fa Xiao who put down his phone and walked towards him.

Xia Yuanchuan went out of the game hall before to answer the phone, and he probably just hung up the call at this time, and he smiled as usual when he saw the boy.

It's just that the smile seemed to disappear quickly because of something he thought of.

Although the distance is very close, it feels like standing alone in the distance, empty.

The amber eyes slightly lowered to look at the person, and the deep voice was soft.

……

"... Mumu, I might be going to Italy."

The boy looked up at him, his black eyes slightly widened.

……

"It's grandpa's birthday in a few days."

Xia Yuanchuan said in a low voice, his eyelashes drooped, covering those amber eyes.

"After that, I will probably stay there and go to school."

Xia Yuanchuan's grandfather, Xin Mo, has seen him before, he is a kind old man with a good spirit and a kind face.

The old man was a turbulent international financial giant when he was young. Although he has announced his semi-retirement, he is still closely followed by all walks of life.

However, this retired big man is unexpectedly a very enlightened and doting father to his daughter, otherwise he would not have let Xia's mother marry to Huaguo, but the only lenient condition is that the next generation of development period must be handed over to him to train himself.

From the third year of high school to the university, he will temporarily stay in the country there to live.

There is a high probability that I will not come back this time to celebrate my birthday.

Xia Yuanchuan stared down at the young man, looking at those black eyes like glass beads, and had the urge to ask the person in front of him——

'Would you like to come with me? '

But it stopped.

Probably no one knew the kid's temperament better than him.

Going to a strange country, separated from family, separated from all close friends, the child will be very sad.

"Have a good time and don't kick the quilt when you sleep."

"...and goodbye."

He leaned down slightly, slowly stroked the boy's side cheek with his hand, and dropped a soft kiss on it.

Xin Mo looked at the person, his dark eyes reflected the figure of the person, but slightly diffused, as if he was a little confused.

Those eyes are really beautiful when they show such emotion, they are slightly out of focus like a mirror image, and covered with a very light mist, which is lovely, but at this time it is also distressing.

"Don't make such an expression, are you going to cry? Little crying bag, huh?"

Xia Yuanchuan smiled deliberately, brushed his hand from the boy's soft side cheeks, and straightened up slightly.

"...didn't cry."

The boy lowered his head and spoke quietly and slowly.

He did not cry, and the water vapor in his black eyes did not gather.

Just be quiet.

……

……

"…………system."

The boy was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, as if in a daze.

[...What's wrong, host? 】

The mechanical voice responded with an almost soft tone.

"People are like this, will they always leave in the end?"

The little boyish voice spoke slowly.

The boy raised a hand slightly slowly to block the morning light leaking in from the undrawn curtain.

【…From historical data, most of the hosts will meet again after parting, especially between friends. 】

"...Is that so...is that so..."

"...that's... just fine..."

The young man lying on his back showed a dazed expression, and slowly lowered his hand that blocked the light a little.

As if feeling relieved, his eyes finally closed slowly, and his slightly frowning brows gradually loosened.

【...Yes, so rest assured to sleep. 】

The automatically reduced mechanical voice whispered.

It looked at the young man with a faint look of distress between his brows and eyes, and watched him fall into a deep sleep.

Because he didn't sleep for too long at night, and he was a sleepy child, his day and night turned upside down. At night, Xin Mo woke up once, and was coaxed by his family to drink some fish porridge before he fell into a dark dream again.

When Sim Mo woke up the next morning, the whole house was empty.

An's father and An's mother have a meeting to hold, and An Yishu is still in college.

He felt hungry when he slowly got up from the bed, touched his flat belly, and thought that there should be snacks in the cabinet at home.

Sleeping so listlessly, Sim Mo heard a horn when he was sluggish.

An's father and An's mother seemed to say that they didn't come home until late at night, and An Yishu was at school this weekend, so he didn't know whose car would be outside.

When he walked to the window so slowly and looked down, what he saw was a tall and straight man in a standard tuxedo standing in front of a parked black luxury car.

Men seem to have a hard time telling ages.

If you only pay attention to the face, some people may believe that you are 20 years old.

But the suit is completely wrinkle-free, and everything from the bow tie to the tip of the hair has been meticulously taken care of. The overly rigorous and old-fashioned style even looks like a middle-aged man over forty years old.

Just looking down at the silver pocket watch, and when he raised his eyes, he bent slightly, with his right hand behind his back, and his polite and gentle demeanor made people think that he might only be in his early thirties.

The boy stretched out his hand so slowly, looked down with his black eyes half-opened and half-closed, and still didn't understand why a stranger appeared here.

When Shi Anyan looked up, he saw such a scene.

A fluffy cat pajamas prepared by the family, which should look childish, but it doesn't look out of place on the boy. Instead, people are easily attracted by the fluffy ears that quiver with every tiny movement of the boy. attention.

The way he stretched out his hand sleepily and rubbed his eyes looked very much like a cat, a small one curled up on the carved window sill like a picture frame, making people feel that even if he was accompanied by the Mad Hatter and the March Hare, it would not be strange at all.

When Shi Anyan looked up, there seemed to be no waves in his eyes.

Is that the young master... who he asked him to take away?

This is still a young age.

Xin Mo looked down at the man who was waiting with his silver pocket watch under the window, his big cat eyes blinked in a daze.

Then he saw the man put one hand on his chest and the other behind his back, bowing down to him politely.

"Sir, the young master arranged for me to take you to the banquet venue, and I hope you will be invited."

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The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who voted for the overlord or irrigated the nutrient solution!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Xiaolan Zhiyun;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 light ink Lanshang;

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