After Liu Lian came out of the supermarket with big bags and small bags, he passed by the Thai-style restaurant where he usually ordered takeout, and made a durian rice with coconut milk, planning to go home and eat slowly.

Just when he walked downstairs of his house, entered the elevator and was about to press the floor, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Please wait!"

Liu Lian turned her head and saw her new neighbor, whom she had just met not long ago, striding towards the elevator. I have to say, the legs of Mr. Neighbor are really straight and slender. The step that Zhong Xiaoshou took was too much, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of him.

After squeezing into the elevator, Mr. Neighbor showed a bright smile to Liu Lian: "We meet again!"

Liu Lian nodded coldly. He has always had a relatively independent personality and is not good at interacting with people, especially those who are very familiar with him...even if the other party is a cosplayer he likes on the Internet.

But strictly speaking, he just liked the other person's face.

"Are you going out for dinner too?" The neighbor seemed unaware of Liu Lian's indifference, and his tone was still warm, as if the two had known each other for many years.

Liu Lian nodded, and looked at the plastic bag in the neighbor's hand. Inside was a bowl of hot and sour noodles. The smell of sour bamboo shoots and coriander came through the plastic bag. The taste was indescribable...

"...What smell?" The neighbor sniffed, sniffed for a while, then suddenly wrinkled his face, then silently looked at the plastic bag in Liu Lian's hand.

Liu Lian suppressed his voice and said flatly, "Durian rice."

The Mr. Neighbor suddenly took a big step back as if he was facing an enemy.

At this moment, the floor arrived, and Liu Lian walked out of the elevator first, and took out the key to open the door.

After returning home, he swiped Weibo while eating, and sure enough, he soon came across a new Weibo posted by Mantianxing——

Gypsophila V: How can there be such an anti-human food as durian rice?Why do the fleeting male god and the new neighbor like to eat?Is it because I can't keep up with the rhythm of the world?

Liu Lian couldn't help laughing.

After eating, he turned on the computer, played the game and wandered around for a while, and then logged out when he found it boring. Then he opened the document and typed for a while, but his thoughts were interrupted by the noise from the next door. He scratched his head, and in the end he could only lie back on the bed, using a thick quilt to block out the noise, and scrolled through the comment section under his novel while listening to the song.

For an author, reading the comments left by readers is a happy thing. Whether they are praising or derogatory, at least it proves that the novel you write has the value worthy of their comments.

Liu Lian flipped through the comments for a while, and saw a comment——

Mango Sweetheart: There are so few recent updates from the male god!unhappy!I really want to keep a male god and let him write articles for me to read every day!

There is no other reason for Liu Lian to know this reader, because this reader ranks first in his list of overlord votes, and he spends money on him every day as if he really wants to support him, so every time Liu Lian breaks the update, Subconsciously, I will think of this reader with a guilty conscience.

But today, Liu Lian suddenly felt that this reader's tone seemed a bit familiar. Although it is well known that he is a male writer, it seems that there are really few people who call him a male god in the comment area. Subconsciously, I thought of another person who also called him a male god...

After wandering for a while, Liu Lian came back to his senses, and then he shook his head with a smile. It's too imprecise to make such a judgment based on just one address.

After reading the comments under the article, Liu Lian went to look through the comments on station B. Not long after his new song was uploaded, the comment area was already flooded with comments, amidst a sea of ​​"Oh, oh, oh, durian god, I want to give you a monkey." Smash!" "God, my ear is pregnant! It's your child! Please be responsible!" "God, I want to marry you! Rivals come to fight!" Among the harmonious comments, he once again saw a discordant Comment--

Coriander Durian: Male god, I really want to tie you up, I want to imprison you in a small black room, let you sing to me alone every day, I want to enter your body, I want to hear your panting, I I want to see you tremble for me, I want you to give me a baby.

Liu Lian: "..."

For some reason, he suddenly felt a chill creeping up his back.

...This person is probably just joking, right?

He forked off Station B silently, and when he was about to eat a few durian candies to calm down, he suddenly heard a strange noise from the balcony.

Liu Lian immediately thought of the new pairs of socks he had just finished washing, and hurriedly got out of bed and ran to the balcony, fearing that the socks would be snatched away by the big fat cat if he was late.

After he ran to the balcony, he found the big fat cat, but today's big fat cat is not as energetic as before, but listless, as if injured.

Liu Lian took a closer look and found that the big fat cat was indeed injured, with several cuts on its body and a lot of blood.

Cats are very territorial animals, especially native cats. They often fight with other cats to fight for territory. The wound on that big fat cat should have been scratched by other cats. Pinch by pinch, it is a bit shocking to look at.

Liu Lian hesitated for a moment. Although this big fat cat had an owner, he knew that the old lady should not care much about this big fat cat, because he would see this big fat cat in the trash can in the community from time to time. Looking for something to eat, he didn't know how the big fat cat got so fat, but he thought that the old lady would not bandage the big fat cat's wound, let alone take it to the pet hospital.

Although he had complained about the sock killer before, he really couldn't bear to let the cat die by itself, so he turned back to the living room, found the home medicine box, and prepared to treat the big fat cat's wound.

The big fat cat seemed a little wary of Liu Lian at first, but then it seemed to realize that Liu Lian was helping it, so it lay down obediently. Liu Lian carefully cleaned the wound for it, and then gently used a cotton swab I wiped off the blood scab, and carefully applied some antibiotics after the bleeding stopped.

After Liu Lian finished bandaging the big fat cat's wound with gauze, the big fat cat meowed, as if to say thank you.

Its cry was really unpleasant, but Liu Lian still smiled, and reached out to stroke the fur on the big fat cat's back.

"If you really thank me, don't come to steal my socks again..." Liu Lian whispered softly while smoothing the big fat cat, "I heard that cats have spirits. If you really have spirits, by the way Help me find a boyfriend, my requirements are not high, just the handsome guy next door is enough."

After chanting, even he himself felt that the act of wishing on a cat...was so ridiculous.

Smiling and shaking his head, Liu Lian looked at the big fat cat seriously: "Do you understand? Don't come to steal my socks again."

The big fat cat gave him a faint look, stood up, flicked its tail, and swished over from his balcony.

Liu Lian frowned, why did he feel that the big fat cat looked at him with contempt just now?

...Probably just an illusion.

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