"Wuwu... Bai... Wuwu... Idiot... Wu... Who... Who wants you to protect... Wuwu..." I was like a child who had been exposed, crying wildly in Yan Yeyi's arms in the dark. "I want... Wuwu..."
...Want daddy...Wooooow...Want daddy...I want daddy!" I slapped Yan Yeyi's back with my hands. I didn't know the extent of my strength. I really wanted to vent, I wanted to use up all my strength, I wanted to
Weak once
"Lie to me... Wuwu... No matter how good Xiaoqing is... Wuwu... Dad doesn't want me anymore... Xiaoqing... Wuwu... Xiaoqing has never cried... Wuwu... Waiting for dad to come back... Wuwu..." (16:
Wow Kaka - Crying so well. A certain Qing: Wuwu - draw a circle and curse you)
"I will always be here." A deep voice sounded so low that I wasn't sure what it was saying. It seemed vaguely like a promise.
"Master Yan, I'm hungry."
"Oh, pigs can't cry enough"
"I want to eat roast duck." I stared at Yan Yeyi's arms with bright eyes, "especially the wings, endless aftertaste!"
"How dare you!" Yan Ye must have suffered from the lingering effects of my last bite, and hurriedly hid his hands behind his back. "Let's go. To be fair, I will suffer a little loss the rest of the way, so I will carry you."
"Let's go! Who wants you to carry me?" I didn't seem to hear Yan Ye's words, so I ran far ahead and waved to him, "Yan Yeyi, if you can catch me, give me a bite." "Sixteen:
What kind of logic? A certain Qing: Exclusive logic for Daisy, a beautiful girl who coexists with beauty and intelligence. Sixteen's mouth twitched: Exclusive enough indeed."
"Haha... Stupid pig, you are going in the opposite direction! Haha"
"Is there any?" I scratched my head and ran back to Yan Yeyi. It was obviously over there! Could it be that I cried my iq out loud?
"Huh? No" Yan Yeyi said and ran far away
"asshole…"
"Silly pig head..."
…
"Boss, let's have another one. It's so delicious." Yan Yeyi's stomach, which had been tortured for more than two hours, was finally ready to eat to his heart's content.
"Hey, big pig head, you want to make me poor!" Yan Yeyi looked at him in confusion as the noodles in his bowl didn't even move. When I ordered the third bowl, he finally got mad. Rich kids just can't get used to us.
Poor man's stuff
"It's not my fault that I can eat it!" I bit my chopsticks in grievance and looked at the distressed Yan Yeyi with tears in my eyes. He picked up the off-white ramen with his chopsticks and his brows seemed to be knotted.
"Little friend Yan Ye, it's delicious. Open your mouth... ah!" I picked up a noodle as if coaxing a child and motioned for him to open his mouth.
"What, it tastes good!" Seeing Yan Yeyi open his mouth obediently and chewing the noodles carefully, he suddenly felt that he was so cute