Who calls this thing a god?

Since the day when Qi You got drunk, the two of them didn't seem to have any embarrassment or other negative emotions when they saw each other.

Lu Chan still prepares three meals a day according to his routine, charges a phone call when the time comes, and sleeps together at night—very normal.

Not a word about his drunkenness that day.

It seems that nothing has changed.

If there is any difference, it is probably that before he goes out, Lu Chan will naturally and considerately ask him where he is going and how long he will be back.

Qi You didn't hide it, he answered any question.

The relationship between the two seems to have reached a subtle level.

A little more ambiguous than relatives and friends, a little less enthusiastic than passionate couples.

... Could it be an old couple?

Standing in the porch, Qi You thought of this word and couldn't help but PS Lu Chan and his head on the photo of the marriage certificate in his mind, and couldn't help shivering.

Miserable.

Lu Chan wiped his hands with a towel, walked up to him from the living room, and skillfully tied a scarf for him: "It snowed last night, and the road outside is slippery, or I'll see you off."

Qiyou: "No need."

Lu Chan gave him a hand that tied the scarf, raised his eyes to look at him, lightly touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, silently helped him fix the scarf, put one hand on his head, and a warm kiss was imprinted on his face. On the forehead: "Then come back early. I'll make hot and sour shrimp with lemon flavor tonight."

He has always disliked spicy food, but his Persian cat likes it.

Qiyou buried half of his face in the scarf, and let out a lazily oh upon hearing this, both in tone and demeanor were as noble as a cat.

He opened the door and left, while Lu Chan called Jiang Fusheng.

"—Hello? Old Lu?"

Jiang Fusheng was probably squatting in some milk tea shop, and there were messy noises from the other end of the phone.

Lu Chan stroked the root of his little finger with his thumb, and said with a heavy expression, "I remember last time you said that some terrible brand released a limited-edition mechanical keyboard this month? Where can I make an appointment?"

Jiang Fusheng stayed there for a few seconds, and asked tentatively: "Ah you... don't you not play games?"

He has been with Lu Chan for so many years, and he knows in his heart that this person has too few entertainment items, and he has nothing to do with "I wait for mortals", and his life is more immortal than Qiyou.

He said weakly: "Besides, didn't you just buy a batch of mechanical keyboards last month, and you don't like gaming, so don't waste your money."

Lu Chan sneered: "This money is not wronged, it is money to please my wife."

Jiang Fusheng: "...?"

He remembered the screenshot of "Three Yellow Eggs" sent to him by Lu Chan a few days ago, realized something wrong, lowered his volume and said, "Old Lu, you must have given this keyboard to Mr. Qiyou, right?"

Lu Chan thought to himself: It's not just the keyboard, the game room is built for him.

He said nonchalantly: "So what's the matter? You said that your wife is lying next to you and whispering in your ears, asking for a small gift. Can you be willing not to buy it for her?... Oh, I'm sorry, you don't have a wife."

Jiang Fusheng: "..."

He hung up the phone without hesitation, lying on the table and pretending to cry.

Yang Hao was taken aback and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Fusheng howled in pain: "Is there any rich woman who sees my sadness, woo woo woo woo..."

Seeing his gradually contorted face, Yang Hao said sincerely: "To be honest, a rich woman doesn't necessarily have other things, but she still has vision."

Jiang Fusheng: "..."

You fucking shouldn't be here, you should be that fly repellent at the pork stall!

……

In KFC on weekends, many parents bring their children to eat children's set meals. Children of similar ages will get together and chat about the cartoon they watched last night or which toy in the set meal they will get later.

Few people noticed the young man sitting in the corner. He was wearing a dark blue sweater and hat. His appearance was between that of a teenager and a young man. He perfectly blended the delicacy of the former and the charm of the latter. It's exciting, but he looks sick and has no motivation.

It is estimated that the character is also annoying.

Qiyou propped his cheek with one hand, while holding the small spoon in the other hand to stir back and forth in the milk tea, a thin layer of milk froth floated.

Sitting next to him was a little boy who looked like a goose, short in stature, and had to stretch his neck to see the movement in the distance.

The little black cat paced around the dinner plate, wrapped its fluffy tail around Qiyou's arm and lay down in the scarf he placed next to him, with a thin and shrill voice like a baby: "That pink padded jacket is what..."

"Yes! It's Qi Jia!" Dong Yang nodded earnestly, and said righteously: "It's her who tells her classmates that I'm a little donkey every day! Hmph, it's really despicable to slander me if I fail the exam! I want her sandbags Light leak!"

He stretched his neck so long that he looked like a big lollipop from a distance.

Qiyou really didn't have the talent and patience to coax children, so he pushed the big lollipop back into the seat with an expression of "I'm happy".

The little black cat stretched out its paws and began to lick the plum blossom-like pads again, its pupils stood up with a strange look: "She slandered you, then you might as well curse her to have her intestines broken, curse her—" The following words did not finish, and was caught Qiyou grabbed it by the tail.

"Meow ow ow ow—"

The little black cat was like a huge feather duster, waving its four paws in embarrassment, begging for mercy: "I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong, just don't say anything..."

Qiyou threw it aside with no expression, and noticed that Dong Yang's face looked over slightly, he pretended not to see it, and said very simply: "Look at the person. I don't care if you run away."

Dong Yang gave a very motivated voice.

Lying on the table, he stared helplessly at Qi Jia, who was behind the woman with shofar braids and pink padded jacket. Although he said he hated it, his eyes were still clear.

Like a mirror.

Qiyou only glanced at it and then looked away calmly.

One morning, in order to find a chance for this little girl to place an order, the two of them and a cat followed half of the shopping mall.

Dong Yang probably rarely had the opportunity to go shopping, his eyes kept looking around with sparkling eyes, several times he would have forgotten about Qi Jia if the little black cat hadn't reminded him.

The more he walked, the more excited he became, and the more Qiyou walked, the darker his face became.

To be honest, he was only one step away from Guixi.

Qiyou looked at the small children's mobility train passing by him, and made a "stop" gesture to Dong Yang: "Can you sit in that car?"

Dong Yang was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes, brother."

"Wait here for me. ——Look at him." The first half of the sentence was for Dong Yang, and the second half for the little black cat.

After finishing speaking, Qiyou turned into the toilet without looking back.

Dong Yang was very obedient, and stood there obediently waiting for him.

After an estimated 5 minutes, I heard a milky voice: "Get in the car."

Dong Yang ignored it and was still stepping on the ground back and forth to play.

The owner of that voice stretched out a foot and lightly kicked the side of his leg.

Only then did Dong Yang raise his head in doubt. In front of him was a little boy about his age, wearing a bright yellow sweater and black pants, with a little long sleeves. train.

Although the immature and beautiful face was expressionless, there was a faint desire to try in the black grape-like eyes.

If Lu Chan was present, he would definitely recognize that this is the child he dreamed of when he accompanied Lao Shen on a business trip.

Dong Yang froze like an old sauerkraut: "...Brother Immortal?"

The little boy ignored him, turned over neatly into the car, and the little black cat jumped onto his shoulder with a long meow—but the child's shoulders were too narrow to support such a cat.

The boy clicked his tongue impatiently and shook it off.

Dong Yang whose world view has been refreshed: "..."

The little black cat nestled on his lap nonchalantly: "Where did you get the clothes?"

Xiao Qi smiled happily: "I bought it early and put it in the Soul Temple."

Actually prepared.

Primary school student Qi You raised his chin at Dong Yang: "Get in the car."

Like a fucking dream.

Dong Yang followed in a daze and got into the car.

It turns out that some people who get smaller are also the coolest cubs.

Qiyou sat in a lazy and casual posture, with his slender arms hanging on the side of the car, and he was slowly recovering his overdrawn vitality without walking.

Dong Yang: "..." Brother, I saw a lot of green "+1" letters on your head.

Qiyou's cell phone buzzed, it was a message from Lu Chan.

[Children, there is a blizzard this afternoon, where are you?I'll pick you up. 】

The real kid didn't take it seriously, and thought about it for a while to reply with two words: 【No. 】

As soon as he locked the screen, he heard the little girl crying. Dong Yang pulled his arm, lying on the side of the car and said, "Brother, Qi Jia seems to have separated from her mother!"

Qiyou let out a casual oh, straightened his back and said, "That's just right, I'm happy for you."

Dong Yang: "..." Wow, is this really something a child can say?

He really wanted to ask brother, are you not afraid of being beaten.

But looking at Qiyou's sitting posture that was about to turn into water, he didn't dare to say these words.

His suffocated and constipated posture successfully made Qi You sick.

Just then the little train stopped.

Qi You propped his chin and looked at the little girl who was looking for her mother while blushing and crying, and said nonchalantly, "Your chance to order has come."

Dong Yang pursed his lips, jumped out of the car and walked towards the girl.

He was short and narrow-shouldered, like a little bean.

The little black cat stretched its body, put its paws against the side of the car, and said in a high-pitched and weird voice: "That's right, of course you have to take revenge if you are ordered. This is—"

Dong Yang held Qi Jia's arm.

"This is the selfish and indifferent human being—"

"Are you lost? Let me help you find your mother."

The sweet voice of a child.

The little black cat who was slapped in the face at the speed of light: "..."

what happened.Am I not holding the right script?

Qiyou glanced sideways at it, and sneered mercilessly.

Little black cat: "..."

To be honest, having such a master is sometimes very frustrating.

At the same time, Lu Chan casually put on his coat, picked up the car key with his finger and walked out the door.

On his mobile phone, a red dot kept flashing somewhere on the third floor of XX shopping mall.

The author has something to say: Xiao Naiyou~

Today, I had a day of class on Saturday... ah... is this really a university? ? ? ?cry cry.

Don't wait today, I took a day of experimental class today, stayed up late to write and post QwQ tomorrow~

感谢在2020-09-1017:14:53~2020-09-1216:59:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: wryyY1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Yun Shu;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: wryyY10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!