A Real Fish Got In

Chapter 22

    Duan Rong sent a text message to Tao Detachment, Tao Detachment retrieved it, and asked him to be careful.

    Duan Rong circled twice before returning to the hotel, knocking on Yu Juan's door, Xiao Yuer, who was wearing a bathrobe just now, had already changed his clothes and was neat, even though his hair was still wet.

    More to cover up the taste.

    Yu Juan obediently stood behind the door, Duan Rong went in and put the food on the table and called him, "Come here."

    Yu Juan had already smelled the smell, and he couldn't be greedy, so he moved, moved, and passed. Duan Rong casually rubbed Yu Juan's wet hair, "Eat."

    Yu Juan raised his face against Duan Rong's smoky hand and whispered, "Thank you second brother."

    It seems to be coaxed.

    Less than a hundred dollars, it's really easy to coax.

    "Second brother, you eat too."     Duan

    Rong stood by the window and looked at the crowd below, "I don't like to eat these, I bought them for you."

The second brother will buy things to coax him if he provokes him.

    The second brother is not fierce.

    Why didn't the second brother leave?

    Also took his book to read.

    Yu Juan painted for a while, and couldn't help but look at Duan Rong. I don't know how many times he looked at him, Duan Rong also looked at him.

    Yu Juan was startled, his heartbeat quickened and his ears turned red. He really peeked at the bag that was caught, but obviously he was just... take a look.

    Duan Rong's voice is very special. It was too deep and fierce at first, but after listening to it a few times, it sounded very good and felt safe.

     In my impression, his father's voice was not so thick. If Yu Juan played more with his mobile phone, he would know that it was a smoky voice and a subwoofer, and his father did not smoke, and was a merman who cared for his voice.

    "Before the murderer was caught, I would be here most of the time. When I'm done drawing, bring it over and I'll take a look."

    Yu Juan held the drawing book stiffly and showed it to Duan Rong, like a primary school student handing in his homework. .

    Duan Rong turned around and became addicted to cigarettes. There was something missing in his mouth, and he felt bad. When Yu Juan saw it, he took out the candy Duan Rong gave him yesterday from his pocket and blinked at Duan Rong.

    Duan Rong didn't move.

    Yu Juan blinked again, as if he understood. He tore apart the candy wrapper with his fair and tender hands, which were completely different from Duan Rong, and stretched out in front of Duan Rong again.

    Duan Rong smiled, took the candy and ate it, and touched the small hands with his big hands. Duan Rong is an old man. In a sense, he is also an old hooligan. With this level of contact, he has not changed at all. Yu Juan is still a child, very pure, and his face is red.

    After he put his hand down, he rubbed it lightly a few times.

    "What are you doing after graduating?"

    Yu Juan regained his senses, and the thought bubble that could not be explained quietly disappeared. He replied earnestly, "I will go to work while painting."