He's super cute

Chapter 14 His Unique Little Rose

Yu Xiaoque watched helplessly as the fluffy pink marshmallow melted into a ball at a speed visible to the naked eye after being watered.

In the end there was only an empty stick left.

"Sir, where's the marshmallow..." He opened his mouth slightly, holding the small wooden stick blankly, as if he hadn't realized what was going on, and murmured, "Why did it disappear?"

As if he didn't believe in evil, he grabbed Jiang Yan's hand and looked around, "Where did you hide it, sir?"

Jiang Yan coughed guiltily, trying to straighten up the little canary's slumped fur.

"I'm so big..." Yu Xiaoque seemed to be struck by lightning, dancing and gesturing to Jiang Yan with an exaggerated big ball, "Where did my big cotton candy go?"

Jiang Yan took the empty stick in his hand and threw it into the trash can, avoiding Yu Xiaoque's suspicious eyes, "If it's gone, it's gone, I'll buy you something else to eat..."

Yu Xiaoque always loves the new and dislikes the old, so buying something else should be able to coax her well.

But when he turned around, he saw Little Canary holding a small fist, hanging his head and staring at the toe of the shoe, a small ball shaking his shoulders in grievance.

Tears rolled down her pointed chin.

"Why are you crying?" Jiang Yan didn't expect to make people cry, and he was a little at a loss, "A cotton candy..."

Yu Xiaoque had already been tortured a lot today, and his lower body was still in hot pain, and the sun was so strong that he was uncomfortable everywhere.

The little squeamishness filled her heart with the grievance of the boss, but she didn't dare to say it.

After eating the marshmallow, I felt much better, but Jiang Yan deliberately lost his marshmallow again.

Why is everything so bad, sir?

Yu Xiaoque wiped away her tears, smacked the sweet taste in her mouth, and thought sadly with her mouth pursed, she didn't even give him candy.

Jiang Yan leaned over to wipe Little Canary's tears, but the little thing turned away angrily, not letting him touch it.

"What else do you want to eat?" Jiang Yan was not annoyed, pinching his chin and pulling him back, seeing him crying with snot and tears, he couldn't help laughing, "A cotton candy just made you so angry? "

"Little heartless."

"Sir, do bad things first..." Yu Xiaoque was furious when he heard his slapping words, her eyes were wide open, but her voice was soft and fierce, "Say me again!"

Jiang Yan pulled the person to a cool place, wiped off Yu Xiaoque's sweat with a paper towel, and asked softly without any objection, "Then what else do you want to eat, I'll buy it for you."

"cotton……"

"No." Jiang Yan interrupted him before he finished speaking, finally got rid of it, and bought him another one?

Jiang Yan flicked Yu Xiaoque's small forehead lightly, thinking of something beautiful?

"Mister stingy..."

Yu Xiaoque didn't know where to learn the words, and angrily settled on Jiang Yan.

He sniffed his snot hard, maybe because he was too angry, a small snot bubble bulged tremblingly.

Jiang Yan didn't know what expression to show for a moment, but looking at Yu Xiaoque's flushed little face, he couldn't laugh anyway.

"Think about something else." He didn't dislike Yu Xiaoque either, and pinched Yu Xiaoque's nose with a tissue, "Take it hard."

If others saw it, they would definitely not believe it. Jiang Yan is not a considerate person. Although he has no obsession with cleanliness and treats people kindly, he can't hide his arrogance.

Not to mention patiently blowing someone's nose.

Yu Xiaoque was obviously used to being treated like this, so she wasn't flattered, and she was used to blowing her nose with Jiang Yan's force.

"But..." Yu Xiaoque was still reluctant, and started to grumble again.

"No but." Jiang Yan didn't understand him yet, and said in a low tone, "If you don't want to eat, don't eat."

Yu Xiaoque didn't know where her courage came from, but she suddenly became more courageous.

Shaking off Jiang Yan's hand, he turned around and walked briskly by himself.

He was not feeling well, and he walked like a little duck, with a figure of eight gait, funny and cute.

Looking at his little back, Jiang Yan really couldn't care less about him, so he had to follow.

Unexpectedly, Little Canary walked a few steps and stood there motionless, squatting down and staring at a trash can in a daze.

Jiang Yan frowned, thinking that Little Canary must be wronged and miss her mother's family.

That's right, he took Yu Xiaoque home from the trash can, and the trash can can be regarded as half of his mother's family.

"Meow—" a faint meow of a kitten sounded from the corner of the trash can.

A thin kitten was lying in the corner of the trash can, with its eyes half-closed, crying softly as it was dying.

It was completely white, but the left piece was covered with dust and glued together, looking dirty, Yu Xiaoque cautiously reached out to touch it, but dared not touch it, for fear of accidentally startling it.

"Dirty." Jiang Yan grabbed his hand and wiped it with a handkerchief.

"Can I raise it?" Yu Xiaoque looked at it for a while, moved her numb legs, blinked her big red eyes, "It's so pitiful."

"No." Jiang Yan was physically and mentally exhausted from raising a little canary, so he rejected Yu Xiaoque's request without thinking, "The family can only keep one small animal."

He knew Yu Xiaoque's bad temper too well, so he wiped his ass frequently.

The bastard raised seven or eight years ago is still alive and kicking in the old house, I'm afraid I can send him away.

After amnesia, it got worse.

When you get home, it doesn't matter who will take care of it.

The little animal's eyes darkened in an instant, and it squatted on the ground with its buttocks pouted without speaking, looking at the kitten affectionately.

The July sky scorched the ground scalding, and Yu Xiaoque had a delicate body, and she was about to get sunburned later.

"But..." Little Canary gently pulled Jiang Yan's trouser leg, raised her head, and couldn't understand the emotion in her eyes, "It looks like me."

"I met Mr., it met Xiaoque."

Jiang Yan's eyes trembled, and then he looked at the little milk cat in the trash can.

Dirty, the original fur color could hardly be seen, he was pulling the edge of the cardboard box and tilting his head to look at him, his voice was soft.

"It's not like." Jiang Yan put his hands in his pockets, lowered his eyelashes, as if thinking about something, and said again, "It's not like."

Even if his little canary is wrapped in a sack, it is so cute that it makes people tremble. Even if a little rose falls into the dust, it is also a unique rose.

No comparison to this dirty cat.

Yu Xiaoque knew that Jiang Yan said no or no, and there was no room for negotiation, so she stood up in frustration, her legs were numb from squatting for a long time, and she almost fell into the trash can again.

"Homesick?" Jiang Yan quickly supported the little daredevil, and hugged him in his arms, "I can't wait."

Yu Xiaoque was sullen and silent, and kept looking at Maozizi with her small eyes.

"Stand up." The man's helpless voice came from above, with a bit of indescribable connivance, "I'll go to the pet hospital opposite to call someone."