Ms. Quan, who is male

When Zhongyuan Zhongye returned home, Quan Zheng sat on the sofa with his knees in his arms and watched TV. His whole body looked fluffy.

He had finished washing up and was wearing a fluffy--the kind that was said to be Alice's choice of rabbit home clothes, with ears on the hat and a tail behind his butt.

This is the first time that Quan saw such a dress. The fluff was warm and comfortable to touch, so he put it on after taking a shower and blowing his hair, and even put on a hat.

Interestingly, the show he watched is still...animation.

"..." I didn't expect the little bastard to be quite childish?

The explanation given by Quan is that he can basically guess how the subsequent plot develops by taking a look at the TV series.

Moreover, he always can't help but immerse himself in reality. He can't help but use his own standards to demand the actors in the TV series. He often can't watch it for a long time because of "the protagonist is too stupid", "the villain forcibly surrenders his wisdom", "why

This will also make a comeback"... and other reasons to abandon the show.

On the contrary, the cartoons are a bit difficult for him to figure out - because he thinks about some things too complicated, so he can't guess the subsequent development seven or eight out of ten times, which feels quite strange. Furthermore, the characters are all cartoons

The character, as if the painting was moving to him, was more interesting than the real person.

"I like kids' stuff? I'll take you to the amusement park tomorrow?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also sat down next to him, reached out to slap the furry rabbit's head, and felt that the touch was good, so he slapped two more hands.

Quan was rubbed by him so hard that his head was shaking from side to side. The wide hat slid down to cover most of his face, leaving only a delicate and small chin.

But he was very strong, and in his opinion, Quan's slight resistance was like a cat waving its claws, which was not painful or itchy, and effortless and easy to suppress.

Quan Putuan was tired, so he just pressed his weight on him and picked a comfortable position, so he couldn't stand it.

"You won't go to work tomorrow?"

"There will be a long time later. It may be a long time, so the leader gave me a day off." Zhongyuan Zhong also wrapped him in his arms, put his chin on his head, and watched the cartoon with him...

"Hey? So, I was the only one at home for a long time?"

"...Why are you so excited?"

"Where is it!"

"You look in the mirror and look at it. Your mouth is almost grinning to your ears, and you still say you are not excited?"

Zhongyuan Zhong grabbed his face in anger and pulled it to both sides as if he was pulling dough: "I'm just waiting for me to leave? What bad things are you going to do?"

Quan grabbed his hand and said in a daze: "What does it mean to do bad things...you can't think of me to order something good?"

"Then tell me, why are you so happy?"

"The boss is not at home, so I, a working person, don't have to work tremblingly. When I relax, I will naturally be happy!"

Zhongyuan was almost angry and laughed. This little heartless thing.

"When did your boss treat you badly, huh?"

"My boss didn't treat me harshly, but..." Quan narrowed his eyes, looked at his creditor and boss meaningfully, and said, "He just had some bad intentions."

As soon as he finished speaking, his head tilted, and the light red mark on his neck was revealed.

"...Cough." Zhongyuan Zhong was also choked by his saliva.

This topic ends here, and neither of them mentioned it again later.

Quan Shu nestled comfortably in Zhongyuan Zhongya's arms, treating his "boss" as an ergonomic seat that can be adjusted by itself, and continues to watch his cartoons.

In non-special circumstances, when Quan is focused on something, there is basically no movement that can affect him. Often, a posture can last for a long time. If it weren't for his eyes blinking, it would even make people think he was

Just a delicate doll.

Central Plains, which serves as a backrest for the spring, is also in a very complicated mood.

His attraction to quan is not as great as the cartoon???

Or is this little bastard already familiar with the pattern of getting along with him and feels that he will not pose a threat to him, so he is fearless?

hiss--

After this thought arose, it kept wandering in my heart and couldn't be dispersed for a long time.

The Central Plains, who did not believe in evil, also began his own temptation.

"Cough, quan?"

Quan, who had been slowing down for several shots, said in a faint tone: "Hmm?"

"It's rare to take a vacation tomorrow. Do you have any places to go?"

"No."

“…”

"Really not?" Nakabara couldn't help but strengthen his tone, "I seemed to have promised someone that he would take him to eat cake after he was discharged from the hospital..."

Quan Lima changed his words: "If you already have a plan, then I'll listen to you!"

"..." Very good, the cake is more attractive than him.

I stopped talking in the depressed Central Plains.

Just at this time, the TV program entered the advertising stage, and Quan finally found some fun to calm his boss's emotions.

"Talk about your plans for tomorrow?"

"Take this time"...it seems like he was by the way.

He also snorted in the Central Plains.

At this moment, the characters seemed to have been swapped, and Zhongyuan no longer paid attention to Quan.

Quan blinked his eyes, not worried about not being able to coax people back.

He climbed onto Nakaya's neck with his backhand, hooked his head down, raised his chin, and his lips were printed on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't be angry."

Quan looked up at Zhongyuan, and his black eyes looked like two small mirrors, clearly reflecting his figure.

What's amazing is that Zhongyuan also looked at those eyes and was really relieved.

Of course, he himself did not admit it: "Who said I was angry?"

"Well... Then you smile?" Quan took the opportunity to make such a request to him.

After listening, Zhongyuan Zhongya raised his eyebrows and said, "If you make me laugh, I will laugh? Who is the boss?"

"How are you happy?" Quan said with a distressed look on his face, "Will I drink with you?"

Zhongyuan didn't hear the deep meaning contained in it at the beginning, and rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, just your little alcohol tolerance..."

But as he was talking, he suddenly remembered what he said to Quan when he was in the private room of the bar:... The most important thing about accompanying the wine is to make the guests happy. If I say, if you don't drink such a little wine, you

It makes me unhappy, will you drink it?

What did Quan suddenly mention this?

Zhongyuan also looked at him and suddenly felt a little subtle.

"What?" He lowered his head slightly, and the lights poured into his eyes became less, and those eyes also looked deeper than before.

"Are you not afraid of the spicy food this time?"

"Then you can give me sweet juice like last time." Quan put his hands on his neck, "After all..."

He dragged his words, then smiled sly, and said, "You are a good person."

Good man?

Zhongyuan also narrowed his eyes dangerously, suddenly attacked, pushed the spring to the sofa, and looked down at him from a high place.

"Do you still think I'm a good person?"

Quan looked at him calmly, and the expression on his face did not change at all.

"If you weren't a good person, maybe I would have been away from you."

Zhongyuan: "..." Tsk, it's boring.

He turned over and sat back to his original position, and Quan slowly got up and lay on his lap.

Seeing him pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, Quan couldn't help but lean over and ask, "Wine is spicy, what does cigarette taste like?"

“It’s choked.”

Zhongyuan also casually said something perfunctory, then took out the lighter. He was about to light a cigarette, but the yuki next to him held his chin and said casually: "This lighter is a bit similar to the lighter that burned Mr. Yamai's rose before."

"...Cough!" Before the smoke was lit, Zhongyuan was choked first, but it was just choked by his own saliva.

As if I didn't notice his abnormality, Izumi continued to say to herself: "But it should be just a coincidence. After all, Mr. Nakaya wouldn't be like Yamai, a slutty stalker, right?"

Zhongyuan: “…………”

"After that..." Izumi's eyebrows frowned slightly, as if she was recalling something, "Think about it carefully, why can Mr. Nakaya catch up with me every time when I encounter a crisis? Mr. Nakaya's extraordinary ability is obviously

Gravity is not a crisis prediction or a momentary movement, right? Why is it so coincidental that it catches up every time..."

The expressionless Zhongyuan Nakaya: "..."

Did it on purpose? He didn't believe this guy really didn't find anything.

Even if I really didn't realize it, it would be the little white rabbit who was innocent after the amnesia and regarded him as the "guardian saint". Instead of the little black rabbit who is now experienced and can be said to be able to play the role of the steel-toothed black rabbit.

"Ah! I understand!" Quan suddenly realized and clenched his fist in his right hand and hit his palm, "So Mr. Nakaya is also following him abnormally..."

"Stupid little guy, I'll dare to open a dyeing shop if I give you some colors?!"

Before Quan could tell the "perverted stalker", Zhongyuan Zhong directly imposed a "sanction" on him. He tied his arms and strangled his neck - of course, it was just the degree of playfulness, and it didn't work too much.

——Threateningly, “You’ll try to make me angry again?”

Izumi was not afraid at all, putting her hands on his forearm, and she still felt that it was not enough, so she continued to pluck Nakaya's nerves: "Hey? What am I wrong? Isn't Mr. Nakaya following me? No... I take the subway to and from get off work every day, and Mr. Nakaya also watches me? Hey, do you think you have a sneak shot of my skirt like the previous private detective murderer?"

Zhongyuan Nakaya: "..." Will he do such a tasteless thing?!

Although he knew that the little bastard was deliberately provoking him, Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but get angry. The blue veins on his forehead swelled up, and the back grooves were grinding.

"Hey hey hey, wait a moment! Hahaha... don't, don't tickle me! Ah haha..."

Quan's resistance was easily suppressed.

At first he could jump around to avoid the itchy hands that tickled him, but not long after, he lost his strength - exactly like a fish jumping to the shore for fear of death.

He smiled so hard that his eyes were filled with tears, and he couldn't even say anything begging for mercy, so he could only keep shaking his head.

Feeling that the lesson was almost done, Zhongyuanzhong also snorted, stopped and looked at him condescendingly, saying, "Are you admitting your mistake?"

"I'm wrong...I admit it..." Quan panted, his chest fluttering violently.

For a moment, he could only hear his panting in the quiet room.

Quan's eyes were blurred by tears, and he knew that a dazzling figure like a flame was approaching him.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, squeezed out the tears from his eyes and slid from the corners of his eyes, but were gently wiped away by a warm, rough fingertips.

But for some reason, the tears were wiped more and more, like beads with broken lines, one after another, and couldn't stop flowing down.

"Why cry?"

"You bite me."

"Little liar."