The conversation with Cheng Wenyi took longer than expected. When Xiao Lan and Luo returned home, it was already deep into the night.

The community was silent, and even Tie Hanhan, who likes to steal vegetables at night, had already rested. Except for the wind and the faint rustling of branches and leaves, there was nothing else.

Xiao Lan was full of things about Xiao Chengyan.

Everything related to Xiao Chengyan is like a bunch of messy threads. When Xiao Lan finally found the thread and thought he could get the truth, what he came up with was a bunch of entangled mysteries.

Even his original impression of his father was overturned, and he turned into a completely unfamiliar Xiao Chengyan who only existed in the legend.

What kind of person is he?

How did he know that Xiao Lan would need poverty value in the future?

What happened to him in the end?

Is he really dead?

It's a pity that Xiao Lan couldn't stand in front of Xiao Chengyan and ask these questions in person, and Xiao Chengyan had already gone away with these doubts. Perhaps even if he stood in front of Xiao Lan, he would be dismissive of these questions.

After all, in the description of Cheng Wenyi, this is an arrogant and conceited person, and he will probably be very impatient to explain his motives to others.

Xiao Lan felt that his whole body lacked energy.

After a simple wash, he lay down on the bed, paralyzed and motionless, as if he was just a blanket.

"Knock knock knock" knocked on the door.

"Come in." Xiao Lan said, but he was still paralyzed and motionless.

Slow footsteps approached him.

"Sir." Luo's voice sounded above Xiao Lan's head.

Xiao Lan lifted his eyelids and gave him the stare of a salted fish.

I have to say, really handsome people are handsome even from this angle of death.

"Do you feel tired?" Luo's voice was still gentle.

"Hmm..." Xiao Lan's voice was muffled, even a little childish. Maybe he didn't even notice it himself, but now he is more casual with Luo than at the beginning.

"Why don't I give you a head massage, you just need to lie down," Luo said.

Xiao Lan lay down on the pillow following Luo's instructions. He closed his eyes and felt the other's slender but powerful fingers massage gently on his scalp.

Luo's hands were swimming on the acupuncture points on his head, and the massage force was just right, and each stroke seemed to take away part of his exhaustion.

Xiao Lan felt that her heart was slowly calming down.

He was originally a person who didn't like entanglement. Generally speaking, when he encountered unhappy things, he could be resurrected after a night of depression. Even if the amount of information brought by Xiao Chengyan's incident is a bit large this time, he can slowly adjust it by himself.

But this feeling of being cared about is also good.

No matter what unknown dangers and difficulties lie ahead, Luo Hui will always be by his side.

That's really, really lucky.

Xiao Lan opened her eyes and met Luo's gaze staring down at her.

In the real world, Luo's eyes were kept in black disguise most of the time. At this moment, Xiao Lan's face was fully reflected in these dark eyes, which clearly reflected every change in his expression.

"What's the matter, sir?" Luo's voice was low, with a volume that only the two of them could hear, as if it were a lover's whisper in such a silent night.

Xiao Lan just looked at him and gave him a shallow smile, but did not speak, just closed his eyes again.

Luo understood the meaning of this smile, and he also raised the corners of his mouth, and the strength in his hands lightened a bit.

Soon after, Xiao Lan's breath became longer, and her body completely relaxed, apparently falling asleep.

Luo stopped what he was doing and sat on the edge of the bed and approached Xiao Lan. He raised his hand and gently rubbed Xiao Lan's cheek, feeling the warm and soft touch of his fingertips.

Xiao Lan, who has always been alert, still fell asleep unresponsive.

Obviously, Luo was placed in the safe area by him, and he did not belong to his alert object.

Luo, who noticed this, was in a particularly good mood.

——

Without a dream all night, Xiao Lan slept very peacefully.

The next day, when he woke up, the sky was already bright, and the bright sunlight entered the room through the gap in the curtains, declaring that it was getting late.

Xiao Lan moved and stretched his limbs under the quilt.

Suddenly, he felt hairy beside his neck. The delicate and soft touch was even somewhat familiar, making him almost think he was still in a dream.

Xiao Lan turned his head hesitantly, and saw a dark furry group beside his pillow, a part of which was just rubbing against his neck, and the fluffy touch he felt just now came from this part.

He reached out and poked, not only furry but also warm.

Suddenly, the black hairball moved, and a pair of large golden eyes protruded from it.

Unspeakable mystery-

It reminded Xiao Lan of Luo.

But isn't Luo's cat-shaped head square? The cat that appeared in front of him now had a round head and looked very symmetrical, showing no sign of Luo's ultimate pursuit of art.

Before could think about it, the black cat who appeared on the bed inexplicably had already stood up.

It approached Xiao Lan with elegant steps, and its limbs seemed to be tidy. It rubbed Xiao Lan's cheek with its furry head: "Meow~"

Xiao Lan couldn't help reaching out and touched the black cat's chin.

Seeing his movements, the black cat took the initiative to rub his head again on his palm. The delicate and soft hair swept across the palm of the hand, like a feather swept across Xiao Lan's heart, itching and making people unable to stop.

Seeing Xiao Lan's eyes filled with anticipation, the black cat once again used his trump card.

Seeing it lay down without any discipline, rolled on the bed and turned out his belly to Xiao Lan, tilted his head at the same time, looked straight at Xiao Lan with bright light golden eyes, and said to Xiao Lan. He made a soft "meow" sound.

There was a string in Xiao Lan's mind that, although it was called rationality, was not firm, and it snapped.

The black cat is, of course, Lo.

Last night, while Xiao Lan was sleeping, he rearranged the black cat form that he had made too casual at the time, and referenced many popular Internet celebrity cat elements.

The number of hairs is increased to ensure a delicate and silky feel; the body is fuller to ensure the elasticity of the hand; at the same time, the head is adjusted to the most popular roundness to ensure that it is addicting to the touch.

Because it was in the real world, Luo's power was suppressed, and it took him a lot of effort to complete this process.

But nothing could stop his determination to compete with Shirley.

Even Luo watched a lot of cat videos overnight, learning how to make the comment area "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

Those who achieve great things should be informal.

Luo has always been a guy who can bend and stretch.

Lying in Xiao Lan's arms, Luo showed a satisfied look: His status as a pet follower is unshakable!

After enough cats, Xiao Lan's sense of running away from home a long time ago found an opportunity to return home.

He finally remembered to ask Luo: "Luo, what's the matter with you now?"

Luo flicked his tail and came up with the reason he had thought of for a long time: "In order to avoid special circumstances, I readjusted this form, and at the same time learned the behavior pattern of cats, so as not to look too weird, you are satisfied ?"

As he said that, he rubbed his hairy head on the back of Xiao Lan's hand.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan couldn't help but touched the cat's head again: "Cough...it's good, it's exactly like a real cat."

It's not just the same, it's a combination of the best of a hundred schools of cat world small, demon, and spirit. Xiao Lan is sure that there are probably not many cat slaves in this world who can refuse the current Luo.

But... what is Luo developing this form for? Is it easy to get clues from lustful and lure NPCs?

Leaving the doubts behind, Xiao Lan got up to wash and change clothes.

When he came out, Luo had regained his handsome and elegant human form, and smiled at him: "Sir, do you have any plans for today?"

Xiao Lan shook his head: "Nothing special."

Originally, he could only stay for three days in reality, but the main purpose—the meeting with Chengwen had already been achieved. Xiao Lan was not in a hurry to return to the game for training. Proper relaxation would also help him adjust his state.

Seeing that Xiao Lan's eyes had changed from the original eagerness to the usual calm, Luo's heart was a little sour, and the object of the sourness was still himself.

Humans are really superficial.

——

Rarely returned to reality, the two planned to go out for dinner.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of his own door, he saw an unexpected person - Cheng Wenyi.

Xiao Lan was a little puzzled: "What are you doing here?"

Is there something else forgot to say last night?

But with this guy's personality, he shouldn't come and tell him in person.

Cheng Wen changed into a delicate white suit again and again, and his hairstyle was still perfectly groomed. He got out of the car with Shirley in his arms, and said calmly, "I'm just here to visit an elder."

Xue Li in his arms also saw Xiao Lan, and she gave Xiao Lan a soft "Mi woo~".

Xiao Lan also greeted Xue Li: "Hello, Xue Li."

Xue Li flicked her tail, looking very happy, it jumped off the ground and was about to walk in the direction of Xiao Lan.

At this time, the door of Uncle Zhang's house next to him opened. It was Tie Hanhan who opened the door, and there was no trace of anyone else behind him. Could it be that this guy learned to open the door without a teacher?

I always felt that Tie Hanhan's intelligence was used in strange places.

As soon as Tie Hanhan went out, he saw the snow-white hairy ball in front of him, Erha's eyes suddenly burst into excitement, it rushed forward two steps, and it was a crazy sniff at Xue Li——

Use the nose just above the mouth of the slipper.

"Mi-" Shirley's hair exploded immediately.

This stinky big guy! What do you want to do with it!

An angry Xue Li jumped directly on Tie Hanhan's head, and slapped Tie Hanhan's big face with her paw.

Although Shirley is just a pet cat without any special abilities, she is always a high-level pet that came to the world, and her basic combat power will never lose to Erha Tiehanhan, who is strong and capable of tearing down homes.

"Ouch—" Tie Hanhan was in pain, and began to run around a few people, screaming as he ran.

When Tie Hanhan ran, he brought up dust on the ground, and the dust was churning in the air, and a lot of it fell on Xue Li's white and clean fur.

"Mi-" Xue Li got even more angry, and scratched Tie Hanhan's forehead with her paw again.

"Ooooooooo-" Tie Hanhan ran faster, it rushed back to his house, and ran around the vegetable field where Uncle Zhang's efforts were concentrated.

Finally, living up to expectations, Tie Hanhan slipped on the soles of his feet, and Erha's huge body fell into the vegetable field, his feet still thumping. Shirley on its head was also thrown into a plump and tender green vegetable, her head facing down, revealing only two struggling legs.

Tie Hanhan's battle with Shirley finally ended, but in the end, it was Uncle Zhang's vegetable field who was the most seriously injured.

I watched the entire written text one: "..."

I have never seen Shirley so inelegant.

Uncle Zhang, who was alarmed by Tie Hanhan's movement, also came out. Just when he saw the last scene, Uncle Zhang couldn't help covering his face: "Tie Hanhan is ashamed..."

As for the vegetable field, forget it, let my son fly him a new batch of new ones from that cultivation base.

At this time, Uncle Zhang finally found that there were people at the door: "Xiao Xiao, Fei Luo, and Xiao Wenyi! Come in, come in quickly!"

Xiao Lan glanced at Cheng Wenyi. It turned out that the elder he was talking about was Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang was really a hidden existence.

After the three greeted Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang made tea for them himself.

Xue Li and Tie Hanhan also temporarily truce, and the two sides are far apart.

The old man looked very happy, he looked at Cheng Wenyi: "Xiao Wenyi, it's been a long time."

Cheng Wen replied with a smile: "I'm going home today, it happens to be close to you, so I'll come and visit."

Uncle Zhang cheerfully said, "Oh, I'm your grandfather's friend. It can be said that I watched you grow up. I still remember the time when I used to inspect an old factory that was about to be rebuilt with your grandfather..."

As soon as Cheng Wen felt bad, he tried to stop it: "That... Grandpa Zhang..."

Uncle Zhang has fallen into memory: "Xiao Wenyi was only a few years old at that time, and he was a little big behind his grandfather. There was an old-fashioned boiler in that old factory building. At that time, an old boiler worker was burning the boiler. He was a How did the young master ever see this thing, he ran over to watch, and guess what—"

Uncle Zhang looked at Xiao Lan and Luo with great interest, obviously waiting for them to hold their hands.

"What?" Xiao Lan followed his meaning and showed a curious look.

Of course, he was really curious, what kind of dark history was this saucy and exquisite written one?

Uncle Zhang laughed: "Hey, after seeing someone burning a boiler, Xiaowen said that he wanted to be a boiler when he grew up, crying and shouting to go there, no one could persuade him. That attitude, even his grandfather The bodyguards around him almost didn't stop him."

"Finally, it was Xiao Wenyi's grandfather who promised to build a fireplace for him at home, and he finally stopped making noise."

"In the summer, this kid burns the fireplace at home every day, which makes his family miserable. According to his grandfather, it seems that it will not be enough to have enough fun until the autumn."

"Pfft—" Xiao Lan couldn't hold it anymore, he covered his mouth, his shoulders kept shaking.

Looking at Cheng Wenyi's current appearance, Xiao Lan thought he was the type that has always been smug and beautiful since he was a child.He really did not expect that Cheng Wen had such a simple and unpretentious dream when he was a child.

Even Luo's mouth had a wider smile on his face.

Cheng Wenyi's smile has stiffened, and he feels that the tea in his hand is extraordinarily bitter.

He very much regrets being here today.

It felt like the bottoms were being ripped off.

The author has something to say:

The best of the game today - Uncle Zhang

Tie Hanhan (raises his big head): Ow~

Ps: Actually, my childhood dream was to be a cement worker...