Picked up cute pets are too sweet

Chapter 956

Shixin glanced at her, and said very cleverly, "I won't tell you, what if one day you use it against me."

Ling'er stared at the Lingzhu in Shuxin's hand, thinking.

Shuxin put away the Lingzhu at once, and did not look at it with her.

On the second day, Ling'er wanted to go out for a stroll, but as soon as the sky dawned, it started to rain again.

When it rained, Ling'er became lazy and didn't want to move. She lay down in front of the study window, stretched out her hand to catch the rainwater, tilted her head, and looked at Yanzhanhuang who was sitting in front of the desk.

Guozi was in the same position as her, but his outstretched hand could not touch any rainwater, his head rested on Linger, and his eyes were also looking at Yanzhanhuang.

"Mother, why doesn't Daddy play with us?" Guozi stretched out his hand sorely, but seeing that Ling'er was still stretching out, he didn't take it back.

Yanzhanhuang has been writing something since the early morning, but did not speak.

Ling'er jumped off the soft couch, and the fruit flew onto her shoulder and sat there.

Yan Zhanhuang looked up at her, and continued his movements. Just as Linger walked over, he put down the pen, folded the written paper, and put it into a thin bamboo stick.

Ling'er squeezed in front of him, picked up the thin bamboo tube in his hand, "What is this for?"

There are quite a few on the table, each of the thin bamboo tubes is also different, and the patterns on each bamboo tube are depicted differently, "What is this?"

Yan Zhanhuang pulled out the things in her hand, "Go get a book, I'll read it to you."

"it is good."

Ling'er went to the side to choose books, and Yanzhanhuang put away all the bamboo tubes and put them in a big bamboo tube.

Ling'er chose a book and squeezed in front of Yanzhanhuang. Yanzhanhuang took the book and read it to her.

Yanzhanhuang's reading is extremely boring, no matter what he reads, he has no emotion when he reads it, but Linger likes to listen to him read it.

The rain hit the eaves, a man's voice came from the house, and there was a rare silence. Ling'er sat in front of Yanzhanhuang, looking out the window, with a faint smile on her lips.

There was nothing funny about it, and she didn't seem to be smiling. She kept her eyes on the window, but it was difficult to find the exact position of her eyes.

Yan Zhanhuang looked at her, her smile was too ethereal, as if it would burst like a bubble at any moment.

Yanzhanhuang put down the book, and still read a sentence from the book, "Break the flower branch, hate the flower branch, and plan to share it with everyone when it blooms. When it blooms, people go away. Afraid of lovesickness, lovesickness is already lovesickness, and lovesickness has no place to say goodbye when it's the turn of lovesickness." ..."

He pinched Ling'er's jaw and turned her head to him.

Ling'er tilted her head awkwardly, she hadn't completely withdrawn her thoughts, she looked at him and met his eyes, and no one could guess all the emotions in her eyes at this time.

He didn't understand either.

Yanzhanhuang lowered her head, brushed the end of her eyes with one hand, and said softly, "What are you thinking?"

"Is it because I can't feel anything when I'm not here?" Ling'er said, she raised her hand, and there was still a trace of doubt on her face, as if she didn't know what she was talking about.

Yanzhanhuang pinched the hand under her jaw and lifted it up.

Ling'er followed his movements and approached him, the corner of her mouth couldn't stop smiling, she raised her hand to touch his face.

He lowered his head slowly and closed his eyes, not looking at what was in her eyes.

Ling'er also closed her eyes.

The fruit sitting on the table stared at the two of them with wide eyes. Its green shell was red in bursts.

Rainwater collects on the red tiles, then slowly flows down from the gaps, and flows on the blue bricks on the ground.

(End of this chapter)