Chapter 483: Picked up a cute Corgi (12)
Just squatting, the door outside opened with a click.
"Wow, I really tried to die..."
A sunny, vigorous, clear big boy voice came from the direction of the living room.
It seems to be muttering to himself depressed, "Do you want the professor to get so many keys? Does he have hundreds of safes?..."
Accompanied by that rant, there was also a trace of wild animal-specific breath.
And not surprisingly, it was a beast-level that did not belong to a wolf.
The little guy was startled, and became more nervous subconsciously.
Oops.
If it is also an animal, will you find yourself?
Nevertheless, she can only continue to hide in anxious manner, hiding until death...
After a while, the big boy's laughter came from outside.
"Hey, the professor is so true. If you forget to bring the information, you can forget to wash the dishes after breakfast... Tsk."
The sound of footsteps followed the yelling towards the direction of the kitchen.
He quickly turned back, squeaked, and opened the study door.
As he approached, faintly, Xiang Xing seemed to smell a breath different from wild beasts.
It smelled like a residue of wine.
Moreover, it is very familiar.
"Um... lesson plans and lesson plans... oh no"
As she was thinking, she saw the feet wearing AJ suddenly turned to the direction of the desk, and then there was a sound of paper rustling.
The little guy couldn't help squinting his soft eyes, praying in his heart that he would leave soon after taking it...
"……Ok?"
The pair of AJs who were supposed to be turned out of the room suddenly paused and turned back.
After an exaggerated sniffing sound came, the big boy seemed to be puzzled, and then whistled with a little smile.
"Hey, did the professor hide some good things in the study..."
He seemed extremely interested, and began to wander around in the study.
Xiang Xing instantly had the idea of wanting to leave this beautiful world in place.
However, just as the big boy was about to find under the table——
Outside the door, there was another rush of footsteps.
Soon, a pair of big feet with black socks before they had time to put on slippers, appeared in Xiang Xing's line of sight.
"Fang Ya, what are you doing?"
The familiar cold voice came, and the little guy couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Really, really timely...
"what?……"
Hearing the sound, Fang Ya, who had just pulled out his chair and was about to look under the desk, was taken aback. He hurriedly raised a dogleg smile and scratched his head, "Professor, why are you back by yourself?" "
"..."
Conai glanced at him coldly.
With cold aqua-blue eyes, he glanced at the shoe print that stretched from the living room, and suddenly stretched out his hand.
His voice was hoarse and chilly, "You can come in without taking off your shoes, and you have stepped on my floor. Tell me what you want to do."
"……what?"
Fang Ya frowned weirdly.
After thinking about it, I couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "Professor, you didn't wash the dishes yourself..."
However, seeing his professor's gaze that was so cold that it quickly turned into an ice cone and pierced himself into a sieve, Fang Ya still shuddered uncontrollably and ran out dingy.
He mentioned the mop set on the wall, "I'll clean it up for you..."
"Take me off your shoes first."
Conai yelled softly to the outside, and then gently closed the door of the room.
Then he squatted down, bowed his head, and looked under the table.
Confronted with those trembling jet black eyes.
"Stay, wait until we're gone and come out again."