After being dressed as a little fat, he was taken away by the male protagonist

Chapter 35 Hugging the male protagonist's big golden legs and persuading the male protagonist to rest!

Male lead, you can save me thousands of times!
Xiao Ling secretly burst into tears, for the sake of survival and food, it abandoned its dignity, and even stepped on it before leaving, and even added a roundabout kick when it didn't let up.

This dignity was crunchy and shattered all over the floor.

The children huddled behind the red-painted pillar timidly, they didn't dare to say anything, and they didn't take half a step closer. To them, that person was a great benefactor and also a god, and the gods had a bad temper. Angered, they may end badly.

However, do all gods look like this? It's so pretty...

Shen Yan ignored a certain bird's flattery, turned around and left, and Xiao Lu was left looking at the children behind the pillar.

Xiao Ling noticed the dark shadows in Shen Yanjin's eyes. In the past ten days, he must have passed the transition, and he often went back to the room after it fell asleep. It will be a matter of time before his body can't bear it.

So, tonight, it wants to catch him to rest.

……

As night fell, candles were lit in the restaurant, and the dark room was covered with a touch of waxy yellow. The sky outside the window had already been darkened, and only stars were dotted around the crescent moon.

The shadow of the candle turned red, Xiao Lu nestled on the bed with azure curtains, his round body couldn't help rolling around between the quilts, he didn't care if a few feathers were rubbed off.

Through the bead curtain, one can see Shen Yanjin in white clouds and blue clothes leaning on the lacquered wooden chair, pressing the paper reddened by the candlelight with her shiny hands, and holding a brush and ink, writing a letter with correct movements Elegant and unparalleled.

When will this be written?
Xiao Ling chirped a little, yawned, and was so sleepy that he was confused.

After waiting for another moment, no one came to rest, so Xiao Ling had no choice but to muster up his courage, and flapped his wings to fly out of the lacquered mahogany sandalwood bed, towards Shen Yanjin.

"Jiujiu." Take a break.

Shen Yanjin stopped writing, and his indifferent eyes fell on Xiao Feijiu who was standing on the paper. There was a trace of warmth in his eyes, which disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He stretched out his white hand, pressed his index finger on the raised hair, and said indifferently: "It's okay, just a cup of time."

Xiao Lu took the initiative to rub, opened his small mouth, and yawned again because of sleepiness.

It is also unknown, when the mouth is closed, it seems to contain something.

It raised its head stupidly, and its small round eyes met those cold and handsome pupils.

I don't know if it looked too eagerly, so that the man took a long time to slowly retract his fingers.

Xiao Lu licked his numb little tongue, the cold touch seemed to remain in his mouth, making it a little lingering.

It quietly stood by his hand, trying not to interfere with his writing letters, but it didn't know that its sleepy head was still cute in the eyes of others.

Shen Yan put down his pen and dipped the envelope, took Xiao Feijiu who was sleeping on his back on the table, got up and walked to the attic bedroom, his footsteps were fast but not heavy, his long hands gently lifted the bead curtain, Bai Yunbi slid down to his elbows, Show off the smooth arms.

Under the light of the candlelight, his eyes were like a raging fire on the grass, cold and devouring everything.

Casually put Xiao Feijiu into the couch, rustled Yunbi's coat and put it on the Hongluan screen, and then stepped into the bed with a cold heart.

Feeling the chills, Xiao Feijiu shivered and wrapped his body tightly into a circle.

Shen Yanjin paused for a while, stretched out his hand to half-twist the quilt over its small body, got out of bed and ordered Qiu Xiaoan to send some charcoal fire.

The temperature in Huan'an City dropped rapidly following the heavy rain.

Summer is like the winter solstice, and it is irreversible.

(End of this chapter)