"A woman touches her neck to show her charm. If you are like this... Is it because I haven't come back too little this month? In fact, you are hinting to me..."
"Suggesting you to get out—!"
The goshawk roared loudly, jumped up, and rolled into a corner to get angry alone!
In the world of BL, nine out of ten are proud. This statement is true. The white cat looked at the goshawk, held his chin and nodded violently, expressing his deep agreement with the incisive remarks made by Ms. Sheep Song from the bottom of his heart.
"Leopard", the gray cat couldn't help but advise, "You are not young anymore. Pay attention to moderation. Your health is the most important thing."
"People say that women in their thirties are like wolves and tigers. In fact, men are the same..." Leopard beat his waist and sighed, "Some kind of life is not harmonious and can easily affect feelings. There is no way. My people have great needs at night.
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Only Cheetah can speak frankly about this kind of thing in front of everyone without changing his expression.
Therefore, the gray cat, who started out with concern, just kept silent and didn't want to pay attention to him.
"The juniors are here," the white cat was speechless, "Leopard, please have some moral integrity..."
Leopard smiled and replied comfortably, "We are all adults, there is nothing to hide. Goshawk has been mine since he was a teenager. We have always lived a harmonious life as a couple——"
The cheetah suffered a heavy blow to the head and screamed. He looked down and found that a shiny black leather shoe had fallen next to his feet. There was also a big shoe print on his forehead!
When he turned around, he saw his own little goshawk with blond hair, wearing one shoe, with beautiful eyes open, standing in the corner, glaring at him, warning him to keep a low profile and shut up.
Look at those eyes as clean as the sky.
Look at that burning face.
Look at that expression about to spontaneously combust again.
Tsk... This gray goshawk that took the initiative to throw a glass slipper at him is so cute that I never tire of it. It's so cute!
◆qian◇mo◆mo◆◆◇Original first release◇◆
Lin Mo came out.
Xiaoyu saw him handing a cup of brewed black tea to Yan Weian, and then stood in front of her and spoke.
He turned his back to the window, blocking Wei An who was sitting on the chair. From this angle, he could only see Lin Mo's upright back and Wei An's right hand beside the cup on the table.
What they are saying can no longer be identified through lip reading.
Wei'an's hand was always holding the edge of the white porcelain cup. From beginning to end, he was extremely nervous and didn't seem to relax for a moment.
About a minute later...
Lin Mo straightened up, stepped back, turned around, and walked to the desk beside him, took out a book, put it in his arms, lowered his head and started to read.
It seemed like an eviction order had been issued.
Wei An, who was sitting in the chair, did not move, nor did the black tea in the cup. Her hand was still holding the edge of the white cup, but her body was trembling, and her face was holding back some hesitation.
When Yan Weian is thinking about problems and is nervous, she often bites her lips, and because her lips are relatively thin, the skin often breaks when she bites them. Xiaoyu has told Wei An several times about this problem, but she never paid attention and still retained the damage.
Your own bad habits.
Wei An didn't notice that her lower lip had already been bitten with bloody marks by her sharp upper teeth.
"What did they say..." Cheetah asked, "The little girl seemed very sad."
"Wei'an has always admired Professor Lin, and her choice of psychology major in college was also influenced by Professor Lin," Xiaoyu explained, "I don't know when she and Lin Mo became acquaintances, and I can't guess exactly who they were.
What exactly did the two of you say just now, but one thing is very clear, Wei An should have requested something, but Professor Lin refused."
"Rejected for what?" Lin Shu answered in confusion, extremely sensitive to these two words.
The little fish had no words.
Yan Weian, who was in the opposite window, suddenly stood up, walked quickly to Lin Mo's side and stood still, his lips moved slightly and said three words.
This time, Bai Mao didn't need to translate. Xiaoyu could tell what she was saying. She was calling Lin Mo's name, one after another. Her voice should be very low, and her face was persistent.
"Professor Lin..."
Wei An called, took a step forward, stretched out his hand, hesitantly grabbed Lin Mo's arm.
Lin Mo didn't seem to like being touched. He frowned slightly, turned his face, stared at the hand on his shirt and said, "Let go."
When he said these two words, his eyebrows were still elegant and gentle, but the light and color in his eyes was clearly cold and thin.
It would seem natural to put an expression of disgust on a face that is irritable and bored. When this expression is paired with a face that is usually friendly and gentle, it has a coldness that cannot be expressed by words, which invisibly pushes people to the edge.
A hundred and eighty thousand miles away.
Yan Weian was persistent and did not let go.
Lin Mo's brows knitted deeper and deeper, and Yan Wei'an's hands clenched tighter and tighter. Finally, when Lin Mo's brows made a line, he personally raised his arms, indifferently pushed her hand away, rang the phone on the desk, and called
The woman in the courtyard said two words, "Send off guests."
When Wei An's hand was forcibly taken off, the corners of her mouth had been bitten bright red by her own sharp teeth.
When Lin Mo actually said the words "seeing off guests", her face lost the pain and frustration just now. She gathered her determination and strode in his direction.
Perhaps it is because both of them are well versed in the principles of psychology, so at this moment, they are observing each other's every move, whether to dodge or persist.
Wei'an chose to persevere.
Xiaoyu didn't know what was wrong with Wei'an. Ever since she got involved in this case, she had become completely different. Now, she was even willing to take the initiative to insist and demand. This was not the same person who always only read books, said nothing, and looked dull.
Yan Weian never asked for anything, and Xiaoyu had never seen such an expression of perseverance on this face.
She turned her face and wanted to say something to Nangong Tou...
But I heard a snapping sound beside me.
Everyone turned to look and saw that Lin Shuyi had unconsciously dropped the telescope in his hand. His expression was shocked, sad, and angry, but still a bit sad. He clenched his fists, turned around, and rushed down the factory.
past————
Because on the opposite side, Yan Weian stepped back and took the initiative to hug Lin Mo's waist...