Ten minutes later, Nan Chen ran into a nearby convenience store wrapped in his coat.

Someone's cold-blooded, flat face still appeared in front of me.

Suddenly she realized that he was so annoying. "Two more packs of cigarettes," she said to the boss in a dull voice.

When passing by the second floor, there was a slight sound of water coming from the second bedroom. How could this guy feel at ease and take a bath comfortably? The more Nan Chen thought about it, the angrier he became. He quietly opened the door and went in. He immediately caught sight of the lamb lying on the ground.

camel.

She knelt down and smiled like a goddess, and the puppy ran over happily.

She grabbed it and held it in her arms, closed the door gently, and whispered to the little guy, "Your master hasn't taken you to peeing today yet. My sister will take you there."

When she came to the kitchen, she first made Qing Yan a cup of brown sugar water, then found a large carton of milk, poured it into a bowl, and pushed it in front of the dog, "Drink it, it's chocolate flavored."

The little alpaca wagged its tail so happily that its little head was almost buried in the bowl. It quickly licked up a large bowl of milk, making its belly bulge like a ball.

"You did very well, now sister will take you to the toilet."

She picked up the dog and returned to Sikongyan's room. The sound of water had stopped and there was not much time left.

Putting the little alpaca on the bed, Nan Chen encouraged him eagerly, "Good baby, pee, pee."

In order to encourage it to urinate, Nan Chen also pinched its swollen belly a few times.

The moment Sikong Yan opened the bathroom door, he happened to see his pet dog on his bed, purring happily...

While stroking its back, Nan Chen muttered, "Come on, you are the best!"

Sikong Yan's eyelids twitched... his eyebrows gradually furrowed and his thin lips pursed into a thin line.

The little alpaca immediately noticed that its owner had a strange look on his face. He lowered his eyebrows and lay down on the quilt, stealing glances at him from time to time. His pitiful little eyes seemed to say: I have been deceived by this human being.

When he was done, Nan Chen stood up gracefully, shrugged at Sikong Yan, rubbed his arm, and went out humming a tune.

Sikong Yan stared at the 'map' on the snow-white quilt and felt a headache.

He originally planned to take Qi Qi out for a walk after taking a bath. Normally, he would run with it at night every day, but recently this unshakable living habit has been broken, or even since Nan Chen appeared in his life.

, his routine was disrupted.

Nan Chen was in a particularly good mood and happily took a shower. When he came out, he found that there was no shortage of brown sugar water on the coffee table.

Qing Yan opened his eyes and looked confused, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then, I heard footsteps coming from the stairs and went straight to the laundry room.

The sound of the washing machine running was heard, and Nan Chen laughed out loud.

She asked Qing Yan if she could walk. Qing Yan nodded. She helped her up and walked to the bed, settled her down, and then tiptoed toward the laundry room.

Sikong Yan was facing the door, looking at the small window and smoking a cigarette.

The shoulders are wide and the waist is thin, the back is straight, and the perfect outline is outlined in the dim light and shadow.

Nan Chen's eyes dropped unconsciously, and his buttocks also stood up.

The next second, she felt as if she had been hit with a stick. She was stunned. What was she doing? She was thinking about his body.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat, "The sofa in the living room is quite comfortable."

Sikongyan picked up the ashtray on the window sill, flicked the ashes, and leaned sideways against the washing machine.

He looked at her, "Are you forcing me to sleep with you?"

His voice was very soft, it sounded a bit seductive, and it was soon lost in the sound of the drum.

Nan Chen made a poofing motion and went upstairs.

Sikong Yan's demeanor changed. After adding her as a friend again, he became cold-blooded and shameless.

Okay, then let's all fall together.

Nan Chen sent him a WeChat message:

"Rent 10,000 per day, no credit"

In just one second, Sikong Yan transferred 100,000 yuan:

“Prepay for ten days in advance”

Nan Chen received it instantly and sent a thank you boss emoticon.

Everything is false prosperity, only the RMB is genuine.

The next morning, Qing Yan's complexion improved a little, and Nan Chen couldn't help but explain that this normal topic among girls had become a taboo in front of her.

Nan Chen looked out of the window and saw that Sikong Yan's car was no longer there.

She remembered that he had prepared a love breakfast for her last time, so he should have it this time too.

"Let's go downstairs for breakfast." She said to Qing Yan.

After washing and getting dressed, the two of them went down to the living room on the first floor, where the little alpaca was lying in its nest by the floor-to-ceiling window, basking in the sun.

Seeing them coming, he ran over wagging his tail and sniffed around Nan Chen.

The sun shines on the dining table, making it warm.

The dining table is empty...

Bastard. Nan Chen cursed secretly and said to Qing Yan, "Let's go out to eat."

Qing Yan didn't express his position, he knelt down and picked up the little alpaca, scratching its furry little head.

Then, she looked at Nan Chen and pointed at the puppy.

Nan Chen shook his head, "No, you can't take it out. It's the bad guy's dog. If you like it, we can buy one ourselves."

The cold and contemptuous look appeared in Qing Yan's eyes again, as if to say, what's the big deal?

Then she put down the dog, lay down on the sofa, stretched out her arms to touch the cigarettes on the coffee table, her pale and thin appearance, and her posture at this moment, looked like an authentic drug addict.

The little alpaca didn't seem to like her gloomy temperament and just hung around Nan Chen.

Nan Chen sighed dejectedly, Master Qing's eldest daughter had lost her temper again.

It seems that if the little alpaca is not taken out today, she will definitely not be able to eat.

After all, her father paid a lot of money to give her to him, so he had to take good care of her.

"Okay then, take it with you, just this time."

Qingyan put out his cigarette.

Nan Chen put a little skirt on the little alpaca and put on a dog leash. The little guy was so happy that he followed them out the door.

After breakfast, the two sat on a bench by the roadside to bask in the sun.

Nanchen looked at the streets with cars passing by, and suddenly felt a sense of emptiness. She had earned a lot of money, but she had the illusion that she didn't know what she was doing.

The little alpaca squatted on her legs and looked up at her. Nan Chen scratched its head and looked sideways at Qing Yan.

Qing Yan folded his thin legs and put one arm back on the back of the chair. He was also looking at the road, his silver hair shining brightly.

"What do you plan to do in the future?" Nan Chen asked.

This sentence is like a stone sinking into the sea, swallowed up by the traffic and traffic.

"You play the piano so well." Nan Chen said again.

Qing Yan was still looking at the road. The morning rush hour was approaching and there were more and more vehicles.

The sunlight shone into her gloomy eyes, and a subtle look passed through her.

Suddenly, the hoarse, genderless voice came:

"I want to drink milk tea."

Nan Chen almost jumped up from his chair, as excited as anything.

"Just wait, I'll buy it for you. What flavor do you want?"

She tried to lure Qing Yan into saying another word.

But Qing Yan didn't say anything.

But this sentence surprised Nan Chen enough. She stood up and touched her silver hair, "Sit here obediently and don't run around."

Then, he picked up the little alpaca and put it on her body, "Watch this little guy."

Qing Yan put down his hand on the back of the chair, hugged the puppy, and watched Nan Chen's back walking across the traffic-filled road to the milk tea shop opposite.

Then, she put the little alpaca on the ground and released the dog leash.

Without even thinking about it, the little alpaca ran forward after Nan Chen's figure.

There was a sharp screech of brakes, followed immediately by a second one. The little alpaca luckily escaped the vehicles in this lane, but failed to escape the speeding wheels in the opposite lane.

Qingyan watched expressionlessly as a ball of snow-white pom-pom was rolled under the wheel. The black tire ran over the small body, crushing its head to pieces with ease.

The blood flowed out and dyed the vicuña's down red.

Like a rag bag, it was dragged another distance by the car and finally freed from under the tire.
To be continued...