Doll Note [Transmigration Book]

Qi Chao naturally noticed Moss' reaction.

In connection with the cause and effect, Qi Chao felt that Moss should still be having trouble with Lang Luo.

At the beginning, Lan Luo was angry with his elder brother for unknown reasons, but now Moss is angry with Lan Luo. These two brothers are really cute.

Qi Chao glanced at the projection screen, thought for a while, said goodnight to the three sitting on the sofa, and then got up and went back to the room.

"Moss, you really want that thing?"

In the living room, Shen Yuxi suddenly made a sound. His tone was faint and he couldn't hear the emotion in the words, but it made Moss stiff and let go of the hand holding the bow.

Moss lowered his head, his voice hoarse and dry: "A little bit, he made it after his father, so I want it."

Lan Luo, who was next to him, curled his lips, obviously still angry with Moss.

Shen Yuxi smiled softly, and gently untied the bowknot messed up by Moss, and the bandage on her wrist slipped off, revealing the scarred skin.

These scars seem to be scratched by a sharp knife one by one. They are dense and terrifying. Just looking at the scars makes the hair stand up, and one can't help but wonder if the skin under the rest of the bandages is also as painful as the wrist. devastated.

The expressions of the three present did not change. It seemed that they had already gotten used to the scars on Moss's body. Shen Yuxi used a new bandage to wrap Moss' wrist round and round.

"Just want a puppet." Shen Yuxi tightened the bandage and tied a bow at the end. He smiled, "I have taught you since you were born, don't like any human beings. Tell you a second time."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Lan Luo, his blue eyes were as soft as the sea, but they also concealed complex and difficult emotions: "I won't say it a third time."

Lan Luo didn't know why his father was talking to Moss, why he looked at himself, Lang Luo scratched the sofa with his index finger, and paused: "But father, the master is very good to me, he is different from before."

The smile on Shen Yuxi's face was restrained. He looked at Lan Luo and tilted his head slightly. His blond hair fell on his shoulders following his movements, and his clear blue eyes looked a little cold.

Lang Luo stood on the floor a little awkwardly, and after some hesitation, he walked in front of his father.

"the same."

Shen Yuxi stretched out his right hand and gently rubbed Lan Luo's face. A few seconds later, he lowered his head slightly and kissed Lan Luo's forehead.

The blond man's expression is still gentle, but his eyes reveal a chilling emotion, "No matter how much he has changed, since he has become a member of our plan, it doesn't matter whether you like it or not, understand?"

This man Qi Chao is very strange, he is even different from the son of the richest man at the beginning. This incident is very interesting. Shen Yuxi is naturally curious about it, but it is only curious, why this man has undergone such a big change It doesn't matter whether he is the son of the richest man himself, no matter how interested he is in this person, it will not change everything now.

Shen Yuxi's eyelashes drooped slightly, Qi Chao now has only one identity, and that is one of the pawns in their plan.

The first time Lang Luo was kissed on the forehead, he was a little dizzy. He nodded. As for whether he heard what his father said, only he knew.

Sitting aside, Moss watched his father kiss Lang Luo's forehead. There was no emotion in his dark eyes, but there was an inexplicable sense of grievance.

However, his father didn't pay attention to him. After saying that, he continued to watch the animation. After an hour or two, he got up and went back to the room.

Lang Luo had already gone upstairs to bed at eight o'clock, and Moss should have gone to bed too, but this time he sat in the living room for nearly an hour before getting up. The door of the room, the lips under the bandage are slightly pursed.

He also wants to kiss.

Moss couldn't take it if his father didn't give it to him.

Moss picked the bow tie on his wrist, and his already dark eyes seemed even darker. He turned around and was about to go back to his room. He just took a step forward, and the next second he saw Qi Chao standing in front of his door. I don't know what I'm doing.

Moss thought for a while, moved his fingertips slightly, and a distorted space suddenly appeared behind him, the size was just about the same as Moss' height. He stepped back with his right foot, and his figure disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Just now, Qi Chao finally finished writing the letter, handing the apology to Moss face to face or quietly placing the apology at the door. Among the two options, he chose the latter without hesitation.

Hanging the gift bag on the door lock, Qi Chao looked around and felt that he seemed to have heard something just now, but he was the only one in the quiet corridor.

Must be an illusion.

Qi Chao thought, after all, at this time, both the doctor and the two dolls should be asleep.

After confirming that the gift would not fall, Qi Chao yawned sleepily, turned and went back to the room.

And after he left, the door twisted suddenly, a bandage-wrapped hand grabbed the bag, and dragged the paper bag into the vortex of space.

If someone can pass through the space vortex, they will find that the place Moss is in is the room he lives in now. The so-called space vortex is more like a random door to Moss.

Moss looked down at the pink and white bag, and took out a puppet from it. He pinched the soft puppet, his black eyes sparkling slightly.

Raising his hand to put the puppet on his lap, Moss was about to throw the bag aside when he suddenly found that there was still a letter inside.

Moss is different from the illiterate little Lang Luo. When he was just born, his father had taught him the characters of Lanxing.

He knew what letters were. His father's fans sent many letters every year, but his father never read them. Later, his second brother threw those letters into an abandoned warehouse and burned them all.

This was the first time anyone had written to Moss.

Moss looked at the white envelope in his hand, and rubbed the envelope slightly with his bandaged right hand. After a few seconds, he opened the letter and read it.

Qi Chao is not good at human writing. He hasn't written such a letter since his sophomore year in high school. Even writing a letter to a doll seems like he's holding back his words. The only thing worthy of praise That is to say, every word he said was sincere.

The man's apology was a bit inexplicable, because Moss didn't remember when he was angry with him, but Moss liked this puppet, and for this puppet, he was willing to acquiesce in being angry.

Moss pinched the puppet's pigtails and continued to read. After reading the last word, he was a little at a loss.

[Lang Luo really likes you as a big brother. When he went to pick you up, he specially asked me to tell you that he is very obedient, and he is a good boy. He just hopes to give you a good impression. At that time, an accident happened. Forgot to mention this...]

When mentioning this matter, Qi Chao also feels a little guilty, because he has never found a suitable opportunity, and he seldom spends time alone with Moss. He dragged on for a week before speaking about Lang Luo's entrustment at that time, until now.

However, it seems that Lan Luo has long forgotten about this matter, otherwise he would not have asked himself once, Qi Chao blamed himself and was a little funny at the same time, writing this letter is a very good opportunity, just to take the opportunity Come and say something nice to the other party, and ease the relationship between Moss and Langlow.

Of course, this is only Qi Chao's own opinion. When Moss saw what Lan Luo said, he didn't believe that Lan Luo would say these words at all.

Lang Luo was pretending to be good to his master.

Moss thought and folded the letter.

He got up, and originally wanted to throw the letter directly into the trash can, but for some reason, he put the letter into his handbag as soon as he turned his hand.

It may be the first time anyone has written to him.

Must keep the letter, Moss thought, because this too might be the last time.

He put the puppet next to his pillow. The cotton puppet was not as good-looking as his father, but Moss didn't mind. He undid the puppet's braids, put the hair rope on the table, closed his eyes, and sank into the darkness .

The next day, Qi Chao was sleeping on the bed when he heard a light knock on the door.

At first Qi Chao thought it was a dream, but after a few seconds, there was another knocking sound, and then he realized that someone was really knocking on the door. He scratched his slightly messy black hair, got up and put on his clothes. The slippers walked over.

Usually at this time, the doctor and the two puppets should be sleeping, and Qi Chao couldn't help wondering who was knocking on the door.

After opening the door, he saw Moss standing at the door. He smiled and said, "Mo Zaier, why did you wake up so early today?" As he spoke, he was a little worried that something was wrong with Moss.

The "boy" covered in bandages was holding a puppet in his arms. He raised his head, revealing his dark eyes, his lips under the bandages moved slightly, his voice was hoarse and dry, like sandpaper across the table: "I won't Comb it's hair."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and squeezed the puppet's palm with his bandaged fingers.

Qi Chao followed his line of sight and looked down. The original scorpion braids were unraveled, and the thick golden threads were scattered in a mess. You have to throw away your armor, right?

"I'll teach you."

Qi Chao smiled and turned to let him in.

Moss had seen his father comb his hair before, but when he brushed the puppet's hair, for some reason, the puppet's hair became more and more messy and could not be combed at all.

He watched Qi Chao's hands flexibly fiddle with the puppet's hair a few times, and the scorpion braid exactly like his father's was braided.

Moss was stunned, his black eyes staring at the puppet's hair, the mouth under the bandage moved slightly, and he remained silent for a long time.

Looking at Moss' reaction, Qi Chao guessed that he didn't understand. This time he slowed down and said in a soft voice: "Part out a strand of hair first, then grab another strand with your left hand and then go around..."

Speaking of it, Qi Chaoshou is very skillful. In his last life, he would sometimes design makeup and hair for the little dolls he made, but after coming to this world, he never combed the hair of the little dolls. Lang Luo's hair is short, and he usually combs it by himself. Moss only asks his father to change the bandages, let alone combing his hair.

Qi Chao was thinking about something in his heart, without stopping his mouth and hands, and still patiently explained to the little doll.

After Moss nodded to express his understanding, Qi Chao twitched the corners of his mouth, with a gentle smile in his dark brown eyes.

After the puppet's hair was combed, Moss walked out of Qi Chao's room with the puppet in his arms. After walking a few steps, he looked to the side thoughtfully.

In the corner, Lang Luo was staring straight at Moss.

Moss tilted his head and looked at him condescendingly, his mouth under the bandage moved slightly: "What are you doing?"

Big Brother already has a puppet.

Lang Luo looked at Moss, he seemed to have a good relationship with his master.

"Father said, you are not allowed to like humans."

Lan Luo looked at Moss Road.

Moss was a little strange, he raised the puppet in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't like it, it's just because of the puppet."

Hearing this, Lang Luo was still a little unhappy.

Moss ignored him, and returned to his room with the puppet in his arms. Lan Luo looked at the closed door, and then at Qi Chao's room that was also closed in the distance. A few seconds later, Lan Luo silently Back to his room.

Qi Chao didn't know what happened outside the house. He sat on the bed and thought about starting the live broadcast later. After thinking about it, he turned on his optical brain and prepared to watch more live broadcast rooms of other human shapers to learn experience.

It was around [-]:[-] in the morning, and there were fewer puppet masters broadcasting the live broadcast, and even fewer fans watching the live broadcast.

But hardworking people are indispensable in any line of work. Qi Chao took a look at the live broadcast room of a few puppet masters, but they were not very lively.

Just as he was about to close the live broadcast room and go downstairs to work, he slid his hand and the screen automatically played the next live broadcast.

When Qi Chao saw the picture on the screen, his mood that was not bad at first suddenly sank.