How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

It was early morning on Saturday.

She started to sleep as soon as she came back last night, and she slept until more than six o'clock in the morning. Her first eye opened and stared at the ceiling for ten minutes.

Hatsui didn't know when he left.

She answered a phone call from her first father and told her that she was at the door of the school.

She said nothing and turned away.

This time Lu Jiaheng did not pull her.

It might also be because he didn't want to care about her anymore.

He finally got bored.

He felt that she was too troublesome and more troublesome, as if not as interesting as expected.

Chuchi thought dryly.

She cried so fiercely yesterday afternoon, at this time she only felt sore and astringent eyes, and a little bit up.

The stomach is also hungry, grunting gruntingly brushing presence.

The upstairs was quiet and the sound of the decoration was gone. The quiet one was not sure if anyone was living there.

But after a long time, his house should have been renovated long ago.

After all, it's still the neighbor who goes up and down the stairs, I don't know if it will be a little embarrassing to meet in the future.

Churi sat up with her hands on the bed, and when she fell asleep, she suddenly felt a little dizzy when she sat up. She shook her head, slowed down for a while, crawled out of bed slowly to wash out The room.

The living room was also quiet, Hakuchi stepped on the slippers and walked into the kitchen, took a box of biscuits, poured another glass of milk, and carried it back to the room.

In some dim rooms, you guessed like an elf, and jumped onto the bed lightly.

It seems to have noticed that Hakuchi's mood was a little low, you guessed softly, and his little fluffy head rubbed against him.

Hatsui brought him over and buried his head in his soft, thick fluff.

"Lu Jiaheng is an asshole." Chuichi buried his entire face inside, and his voice sounded low.

"Meow," you guessed.

Chuichi raised his head and rubbed his black hair on his head, rubbing it: "Do you know who he is?"

"Meow."

"It was the last time I came to eat spicy hot pot at home."

"Meow."

"He hates it. Next time you see him, you bit him."

You guessed it positively: "Meow meow!!"

Chuchi filled his stomach, and slept for hours before crawling up.

She was lying across the bed and sleeping diagonally. You guessed in her arms. She sleeps dimly in one person and one cat. She is immersed in dreams intermittently for almost fourteen hours. She has become a little sticky.

The first father’s meal was ready, and it was boiled with a thin, glutinous, preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Because she didn’t know when she was up, she didn’t hold it in the pot.

After the first wash, I washed into the kitchen and filled myself with a bowl of porridge to the table.

The first father read the newspaper in a small rocking chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. When he saw her get up so early, she raised her eyebrows in surprise: "Wake up so early today?"

Chuichi glanced at his watch, it was already ten o'clock.

"Um." Chuichi sat down staring listlessly.

She came back with red eyes yesterday, and went back to the room without saying a word. Today it seems that her mood is a little low.

The first father and Ms. Deng sitting on the sofa glanced at each other. Ms. Deng said with a mouth: "What's going on?"

"How do I know."

Guess squatting at her feet lazily licking her paws, slowly drinking porridge at first, remembering the fact that the father said yesterday to go to Hainan to avoid the cold, and raised his eyes: "When will you go?"

In fact, this question is a bit superfluous. Ms. Deng even put on her skirt and straw hat.

Sure enough, Ms. Deng did not speak, frowning slightly as she watched her look: "Baby, are you with your parents?"

Chuichi shook his head: "I'm going to class."

"Mom asks you for leave."

Chuichi still refused: "After a period of time, the final exam is about to take place, and the current class cannot be lacking."

Ms. Deng and her first father glanced at each other and wanted to say something. The doorbell rang suddenly.

The first father left the newspaper in his hand and got up to open the door.

The door opened, and the first father fixed his eyes, the handsome boy.

The young man didn't wear a coat, a clean and simple white shirt, tall and tall, and a beautiful and unkind face.

When he saw Lu Jiaheng, he also smiled and said kindly: "Boy, it's snowing today, our house is not covered in sun."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

Lu Jiaheng stopped for two seconds, his eyes fell on the luggage placed at the door, and it quickly reacted

"No, I just want to ask. Do you know the property phone number? It didn't take long for me to move in, and there seemed to be some water leaking upstairs."

He opened his mouth, his shoulder stiffened with his back to the door.

She didn't look back, pushed the porridge in front of her, stood upside down and walked to the room, whispered: "I'm full."

Ms. Deng is still negotiating with her: "It is not the peak season now. It's too late to go directly to the airport to buy tickets in the afternoon. Will you go with your parents?"

Hatsuri hugged the cat and said: "No, I have to go to class."

The first father was a stupid, white-sweet character who had a particularly good temper. He laughed when he met everyone. He spoke slowly and slowly, and he was very patient with what he did.

The first father was very enthusiastic to help this young man who didn't know what to do if the house was leaking upstairs soon after he moved in. Quite handsome when he was young, he found the property phone. Lu Jiaheng thanked him and turned upstairs.

While going upstairs, I want to laugh.

He finally knew who Chuichi was like.

He unconsciously bent his lips, opened the door and entered the room, and sat back on the sofa.

The house has been renovated for some time. She chose the cushions, the curtains, and most of the furniture.

The result made people cry.

Lu Jiaheng couldn't laugh.

He was paralyzed on the sofa and closed his eyes, all with a white face in his mind.

Bright and clear dark eyes are round and large, lips are ruddy, and long eyelashes are curled and curled.

When I smiled, there were pear vortexes and dimples on my cheeks. My eyes were curved like the moon. I always spoke softly, slowly and softly, like a sweet red bean paste in a bean paste.

Was crying by him.

For a moment, Lu Jiaheng felt like he had lost his qualifications.

The worst part is that he still feels cute.

The way she cries is so cute, she looks so dead, her heart is all changed.

Lu Jiaheng supported the brow bone with one hand and sighed for a long time.

He nestled in the sofa on his own and died for a while, Cheng Yi called.

On the other end of the phone, someone was crying and wolfing, and he could hear the sound of war. Cheng Yi's loud voice was trembling and mournful, and it sounded like he had suffered some terrible treatment: "Lu Shao!!!"

"Huh." Lu Jiaheng squeezed the phone to his ear and continued to collapse into a bereavement.

Cheng Yi: "Your Highness!!! Thick! Come! Play! Ah! There are girls!!!!!!"

Lu Jiaheng hung the phone expressionlessly, stood up and walked into the bedroom bathroom, turned on the bathtub faucet, filled with cold water, and took off his clothes.

After soaking for ten minutes, he lifted his finger and opened the shower for a while before stepping out of the bathtub and sitting quietly in the corner of the bed.

Waiting naked for half an hour, it seems to feel nothing.

Is your physique so good?

Lu Jiaheng is very angry.

He put on his clothes in frustration, walked into the bathroom, grabbed a towel with one hand and buckled it on his still-dry head, and rubbed his wet and dry hair randomly.

After thinking about it, I went back to the bathroom again, walked to the washstand, plugged the sink plug, and twisted the faucet to the hot water side.

Lu Jiaheng put a full pool of hot water, turned out of the bathroom, turned over the cabinet and turned over the medicine cabinet, and finally pulled out a thin and long thing on the edge.

He squeezed back to the living room, grabbed his phone, and called Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi quickly picked it up over there: "Your Highness!!! I know you will come!!! We are--"

Lu Jiaheng interrupted him: "You buy me something now."

Cheng Yi sighed, it seems to have changed place, the noise is slightly less: "What?"

"Liquid foundation."

Cheng Yi: "..."

Cheng Yizheng forced: "What kind of stuff?"

"Liquid foundation, the whitest color number, the whiter the better."

Cheng Yi stunned for a moment, and then as if he understood something, asked him: "Do you want to give it to the elementary school girl?"

Cheng Yi thought that this person was quite good.

"No," Lu Jiaheng said lightly, "I use it myself."

Cheng Yi: "..."

My father and Ms. Deng finished the evening meal before leaving.

She was not hungry, accompanied you to guess and play for a while, did her homework, pulled out a CD of Doraemon from the cabinet, and lay on the sofa to watch.

At about six o'clock in the evening, after the first two episodes of the first garden watch, Chuichi, who has been lying beside her, guessed that her ears suddenly moved, and her front legs were up.

Chuchi didn't take it seriously, and raised his hand to touch his little head.

The next second, a knock on the door rang.

That voice was too soft to be heard, and at first I didn't hear it at first.

She paused the animation and waited for a while, listening carefully.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the sound rang again.

Continuous, very soft knocks.

At six o'clock in the winter, the sky outside was completely dark. The first scalp had numb scalp and goose bumps were all over.

She bit her lip, quietly stepped on her slippers, and walked to the door.

Without speaking or answering, he secretly opened the cat's eye buckle and looked out.

Lu Jiaheng stood at the door with his eyes down, wearing a thin shirt and no jacket.

Hakuchi's shoulder collapsed and he let out a long breath. It's a little strange why he didn't ring the doorbell and still knocked on the door with so little effort.

She stood still at the door, stopped for a moment, turned around, and returned to the living room, sitting on the sofa.

The door was quiet.

A few minutes later, Hatsuji stood up again, walked to the door again, looked out of the cat's eyes, and saw that he was still standing at the door.

Just as her eyes closed, he knocked twice.

Very soft and weak knocking on the door, the sound is small, it sounds a little weak.

Hakuchi bit his lip and hesitated.

After a few more minutes, the knock on the door rang for the fourth time.

Each time, it was soft and soft, not much knocking, a little cautious, as if afraid of disturbing someone.

Hatsumi took a deep breath, adjusted his facial expression, unscrewed the antilock inside, and opened the door.

She sternly stared at him with self-righteous eyes, and said fiercely, "What are you doing?"

The little girl was wearing pajamas, a pink cotton skirt, and the skirt was wrapped in lotus leaf lace, revealing a slender white leg.

The voice is still sound, like a little milk cat.

It seems to have no momentum.

Hatsuki thought it was because his voice was too low, thinking about whether he should speak louder after a while.

Is the voice higher or lower? It seems to be a little sharper.

She was thinking, you guessed at the foot and jumped out, biting Lu Jiaheng's trousers, gurgling in the throat, pointed claws also exposed, desperately grabbing upward, blue The eyes seem to have a light of hatred.

Chuichi: "..."

Hakuchi didn't expect you to be so aggressive in guessing the fierce. It seemed that she was finally able to get started. It was strangely happy.

A cat at his feet was desperately trying to plan him, but Lu Jiaheng was unmoved, lowering his eyes, a little bit obedient.

He was quiet for a while, his mouth low, his voice dumb and scary, his breath was weak, hairspring-like, softly: "I'm sick."

Chuichi looked at him suspiciously.

I didn't notice it just now, after looking at it carefully, I realized that he did look a bit wrong.

The dark hair was a little messy, the forehead was scratched at random, a few strands were wet, and his face was extremely poor.

Although his lip color was very light, but at this time it was not light at all, so scary, as if painted with a layer of paint on it, there was no blood color, and even the whole person looked a little haggard.

At first, Yuri sipped his lips, and his tone unconsciously slowed down a little: "What's wrong with you."

Lu Jiaheng's eyes twitched, his pale lips squeezed, his fingers pinched a thermometer, and the dark peach blossom eyes looked at her wetly: "I have a terrible fever, and I am so weak now that I raise my hand and ring the doorbell Have no strength."

At first glance, Shuichi looked down, and the mercury column on the thermometer had reached his head.

Chuichi: "..."

This is really bad.

The author has something to say:

This article is also known as "Master is a scheming bitch" "My buddy asked me to bring him liquid foundation. May I ask him if he wants to **** me to wait for it online" "On the 10 or 8 uses of liquid foundation" "Your thermometer exploded" "What's the matter with me?"