Ning Meng's brows jumped, "What do you want to express?"

"Meng Meng, you are the only one." Leng Yunting's sword eyebrows were a pair of slender peach blossom eyes, full of passion, which made people fall into it if they accidentally said, "You alone have never taken a fancy to my face."

Ning Meng took a step back, "Is it that you live in Dunhuang?"

"What's the meaning?"

“There are many murals.”

Leng Yunting stayed for a second.

Ning Meng had already walked around him and threw a merciless sentence: "I have no interest in men with loose skin."

Leng Yunting's body froze.

Assistant Jiang carefully came over, "President?"

“Ask me the best beautician.”

"Beautician?"

Leng Yunting's sculptural face, his straight nose looked even harder in the light, revealing a chilling coldness. His dark eyes were like two bottomless deep pools, and his pupils were occasionally emitting unpredictable black shadows, which were mysterious.

He shouted coldly and said rebelliously: "I want to take a skin."

Assistant Jiang: "…"

Fortunately, Ning Meng was not seeing a teenager squatting at the door of her house when she came home this time. In her subconscious, she was already afraid that the teenager would appear. Even if the teenager looked covered in scars, it did not look dangerous.

It was ten o'clock in the evening when Ning Meng finished taking a shower and was about to go to bed. At this time, there was a knock on the door. She walked to the door and saw a boy wearing a school uniform with his head down and holding a kitten in his school uniform.

The lights in the corridor were a little dim, and the boy stood outside the door as if he was stained with gray colors.

Ning Meng held his forehead with one hand, and after struggling for a minute, he looked up and looked over. The boy, who seemed a little deformed outside the cat's eyes, was still standing there motionless. She secretly told herself that he was the flower of the motherland and slowly opened the door.

The bright light in the room sprinkled on him, as if dispelling a little haze.

The boy raised his eyes slightly, and the corners of his eyes were still wet. He seemed to know how to show a sad mood, so there was still not too much expression on his face. The corners of his lips moved slightly, and the helpless voice was very light, "It hurts very much... I don't know how to help it..."

Ning Meng then noticed that the kitten in his arms was lying quietly and didn't understand. She looked carefully for a while and found that his body was stained with blood. The kitten only breathed slightly.

"I have to take it to the hospital."

Shen Yang looked at her quietly.

Ning Meng finally sighed and didn't even change her nightgown. She just put on a coat and hurriedly drove the car to a pet hospital with her man and a cat.

The kitten needed surgery. In the empty corridor, only Ning Meng and Shen Yang sat outside the operating room waiting.

Ning Meng asked him, "What's going on?"

"It ran to the middle of the road..." Shen Yang's black eyes were dark, "I didn't pull it back in time."

"It's not your fault." Ning Meng comforted him. He couldn't even take good care of himself, and he had to take care of a kitten without a master, which was already sympathetic enough.

Shen Yang suddenly asked in a low voice: "One day, I will die on the road, right?"

Ning Meng paused, "Why did you have this idea?"

"If I walked into the middle of the road, no one would have pulled me back." His eyes were dull, as if he had been prepared to be abandoned.

Ning Meng said dryly: "There are always good people in this world."

"Good man..." His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he blinked his eyes gently, as if the night was silent, falling on her face. His tone was gentle and slow, "Then... can you hug me?"

Before Ning Meng could refuse, the boy in the old school uniform of a washed white hair had already lowered his eyes and whispered: "Sorry, I should wash myself clean and talk to you again."
Chapter completed!