Xu Yue gave him a white look and reprimanded: "Is there anyone you do this?"

Yan Zhuo felt guilty, felt that he was a bastard, and quickly touched his spicy head to apologize: "I'm sorry, I was talking nonsense. A handsome dog like you should have a group of wives and concubines, and children and grandchildren."

What does it mean to speak nonsense against one's conscience, that's all. To be able to face such a refined dog face and praise it for its handsomeness is simply a test of his life.

Xu Yue: "..."

Yan Zhuo and Mala Tang get along very happily with one person and one dog. There are two points because Mala Tang is too noisy, and Yan Zhuo can't control it occasionally.

He said to Mala Tang, "How about I take you to meet someone awesome?"

Yan Zhuo came to the door of 108 with Mala Tang and secretly twisted the doorknob. When he entered the room, he deliberately eased his footsteps, thinking he was silent. But he was still caught by Song Yan.

Song Yan said, "Yan Zhuo?"

Yan Zhuo touched his nose and asked, "How do you know it's me?"

Song Yan said, "Because only you don't knock on the door."

Yan Zhuo: "..."

Why is he a little guilty, he will take it as a compliment for the time being.

He walked to Song Yan's side, Song Yan had an earphone hanging in his right ear and didn't know what he was listening to.

Yan Zhuo glanced at his hand, an mp3 that was so old that the paint faded.

Today, when this thing is put on a mobile phone in everyone's hands, it is simply rare.

"Are you listening to music?" Yan Zhuo asked curiously.

Song Yan said, "No."

For some reason, Yan Zhuo felt that his mood was a little down. Yan Zhuo rolled his eyes, grabbed Mala Tang's little paw and scratched him lightly, and said, "This is my new friend, Mala Tang."

Song Yan was taken aback: "Where did the dog come from?"

"Mother dog gave birth." Yan Zhuo said.

What nonsense. Could Song Yan know that the dog was born with a womb? He was slightly speechless and silent for a while, feeling that it would be insulting to his IQ to continue.

"By the way," Yan Zhuohuer remembered a very important thing, he said, "I forgot to ask you, is the strawberry cheese cake I gave you delicious?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "I gave you".

Song Yan had long forgotten the specific taste of the cheese cake, but only remembered that it tasted so sweet that he only took one bite and then stopped eating it. He unconsciously licked his lips and said indifferently, "It's okay..."

Yan Zhuo was happy, he said, "If you like it, I will buy it for you next time."

Which one of your eyes can tell that I like it, Song Yan was hit so hard for the first time by showing mercy.

He rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little tired.

The Mala Tang probe licked Song Yan's hand, as if to comfort him silently.

Mala Tang has always been ignoring Yan Zhuo, but he didn't expect to be so affectionate with Song Yan.

Yan Zhuo's light flashed, remembering that it was an outburst and said, "How do you think it would be trained as a guide dog?"

He just watched this kind of documentary on TV, but he didn't know how to operate it. However, he vaguely felt that this was a good idea. If he could train a guide dog, Song Yan's life would be much easier.

But he thought it was too simplistic, and only listened to Song Yan insisting: "It's not very good."

"Oh... well," Yan Zhuo was a little disappointed, he said dryly, holding Mala Tang, "If you had a guide dog by your side, you wouldn't fall."

His voice was low, he was talking to himself, and he didn't intend for Song Yan to answer. But when Song Yan heard it, he sighed slightly: "A blind cane is enough."

Although a blind stick is good, it is a dead thing after all, and there is no spirituality of a blind dog.

Yan Zhuo moved Mala Tang towards him and said, "You can touch it."

Song Yan frowned. In fact, he didn't like hairy things very much, so he refused: "No need."

Yan Zhuo said, "It's so cute, how could you have the heart to refuse it."

Song Yan couldn't see how cute the dog he was talking about.

Yan Zhuo said, "Oh, just hug it, just hug it."

He kept stuffing Mala Tang into Song Yan's arms, and was arranged to make Mala Tang's dog scared. He raised his paw and pulled the mp3 off the headphone cable. There was a "pop" sound.

Yan Zhuo's heart froze, and immediately took Mala Tang away from Song Yan, picked up the mp3 as fast as possible and handed it to Song Yan, but unfortunately, the screen shattered.

Yan Zhuo looked at Song Yan in a panic, what a tragedy on earth.

He swallowed his saliva and said, "...Can you still hear it if you try it?"

Song Yan tried it, but couldn't turn it on. He held the mp3 tightly, his face uncertain.

Yan Zhuo apologized: "Yes, I'm sorry..."

Song Yan gritted his back molars.

Yan Zhuo bit the bullet and continued: "I didn't do it on purpose, Mala Tang is also—"

Song Yan heard this as a shirk of responsibility and a sophistry, and he interrupted directly: "I did it on purpose?"

Yan Zhuo remained silent.

The resentment accumulated for several days was about to explode, and Song Yan actually laughed at this moment. However, Yan Zhuo felt that he should be laughed at.

He said, "Yan Zhuo."

Yan Zhuo: "...Huh?"

Song Yan paused for two seconds, and then said the most sarcastic words in a calm tone: "You are annoying, you know. Why do you always like to meddle in your own business? The most important thing in interpersonal communication is to be knowledgeable and interesting, don't you understand? Do you think that you are very kind and capable, and then you have to get involved in everything. Do you like things that others have to accept, cheese cakes, and dogs too."

Yan Zhuo froze in place with his mouth open, his face extremely ugly for a while. He thought aggrievedly: You didn't say cheese cake was okay just now.

Song Yan's voice was not loud, but his words poked into his heart.

Yan Zhuo lowered his head and bit his lip, not knowing what to say. His throat was dry, and after a while he grabbed Song Yan's arm and said carefully, "Listen to me—"