George Lu cried so much that he burped and squirmed. Qin Huo tried to ask for his address, but the other party seemed to be in a state where he couldn't listen to a word. Novel w-w-w..c-o-m.

Qin Huo found helplessly that ever since he met Yuan Shang, he always carried things to homes where no one else could enter.

He didn't even know how to write the word territoriality.

After entering the door, a figure like a cannonball rushed over wetly, jumping majestically on three legs, and the hair on its body was not completely dry. After standing still, it shook its head violently, and its big soft ears followed the movement.

Flying like a fan.

George Lu, who was crying in a daze, subconsciously followed the figure all the way. He was shaken by tiny water drops before he came back to his senses. He looked at Qin Huo's figure in front of him with his back to him and hesitated for two seconds. He was a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed.

Excuse me.

He really didn't have much friendship with Qin Huo. The only few times he met Qin Huo were when Qin Huo went to Yuan Shang's studio to inspect work. He had the impression that he was not enthusiastic when dealing with people, and it was said that he was not very easy to get along with in life.

He was totally stunned because of Chen Zhenxiao’s entanglement just now. Normally, George Lu would definitely not have gotten in the car.

There was a hint of clarity in the chaotic consciousness. When he glanced at this room with his peripheral vision, he was surprised that the decoration was not in line with Qin Huo's temperament. Qin Huo showed no intention of greeting him during the whole process when he was leading the way. Now that he had entered the door, he was minding his own business.

Changing shoes. George Lu’s eyes were on the small bag that the other party was carrying.

I scanned the small, delicate-looking packaging bags and saw fresh flowers still stained with dew on the entrance cabinet. The slippers in the shoe cabinet were also very clean, with linen uppers and fluffy and soft soles. This home looked like

It seems to be well organized, but it's not like Qin Huo can manage it.

There must be another owner?

It was so abrupt that a stranger came to disturb me at night...

He was a little embarrassed, sniffed, and wanted to speak with a thick nasal voice: "Director Qin, let me first--"

"Back?"

Suddenly a clear, familiar male voice came from the room. George Lu was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, he saw a young man with no clothes on his upper body walking out of the room. His hair was disheveled and he was holding a hair dryer in his hand.

He walked quickly and pointed at the big black dog standing at the entrance to welcome Qin Huo home: "The fur hasn't been dried yet, why is it running away? Old Qin, catch it!"

George Lu: “………………???”

Yuan Shang also saw him at this time and paused: "...Huh?"

****

"What's going on? What's wrong with him?" Yuan Shang leaned in the dining room and looked at George Lu who was sitting cross-legged on the carpet by the living room window and looking out the window in a daze. He asked Qin Huo in a low voice what was going on. Speaking of the place by the window

It's really popular, with great views, bright carpets and countless fluffy pillows.

Not only Yuan Shang likes it, Wei Feng likes it, and the aunts like it, but even the guests who come to the house are also very fond of it. Zhou Zhanxiao rarely has the opportunity to come to the house now, so he just throws himself on the carpet when he enters the house. Even if it is obvious

George Lu, who was in a very bad mood, never mentioned leaving again after sitting down.

George Lu undoubtedly trusted him. After the brief surprise and embarrassment between the two parties entering the door, Hara Shang clearly felt that he had let down his guard, and now he even made no secret of his bottomed-out emotions.

Although this man is usually quite literary and sentimental under his disguised appearance, it is still quite rare to be in such a state today, and Hara Ue is a little worried about him.

I'm also a little worried about Qin Huo.

"…………"

He touched the big head nestled in the hollow of his neck, rubbed the hair that tickled him with his palms, and gently coaxed: "And you, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Huo sniffed his scent and said nothing. He was still feeling sad and wanted to be coaxed.

Harakami then patted him on the back distressedly: "Did you encounter something unpleasant? Tell me about it?"

Feeling the arm around his waist gradually exerting force, Harakami became softer and softer. He turned his head to find Qin Huo's face and kissed it. His tone was so gentle that it could make water drip out of his mouth: "Baby, tell me what you have wronged me."

After patting his back, touching his head, and kissing his face, Qin Huo was satisfied and softly recounted what he had just encountered.

****

Outside the window is a city that is completely different from the day after night falls. The lights are bright and brilliant. The scattered starlight under the dark sky is so huge that it is shocking. George Lu leaned on the glass and looked at the long red taillights lighting up below.

The river of traffic had not flowed forward for a long time, and my memory returned to the commercial street that had been stuck in traffic for a moment.

He suddenly felt very tired.

Chen Zhenxiao appeared without warning and was waiting in the office of Yuanshang Studio. As usual, George Lu went out to buy a cup of coffee before get off work. When he came back, he ran into the man who was waiting on the shrubbery in front of the company.

How long a man.

They had not seen each other for many years. After leaving, he swore that he would never set foot in that homeland again. Later, even when he had to return to China due to arrangements by Barlow Studio, he tried his best to exclude the hometown where he was born and raised from his activities.

, for more than 20 years, I have not listened, looked, or touched.

He originally thought that his memory should always be vague.
Chapter completed!