Zimao suspects that Shi Yanfu has no money here, and Xiaoyue Zhizi must have his key. He gave her a key, and even hid her in the villa, which was a natural thing.
Shi Yanfu was driving, Yan Chi was in the passenger seat, and Zi Mao was in the back. Shi Yanfu talks to Yan Chi, deliberately pretending that Zi Mao is not there. Boys are all like this. When they are with their own kind, they have to compete with their indifference and neglect towards girls. Once they are alone with a certain girl and try their best to be courteous, they almost roll at her feet. She was too lazy to say anything.
"She is a mystery, a mystery that I can't let go of." Shi Yanfu continued.
Yan Chi said: "By the way, did you call her? How did she explain it?"
Zi Mao leaned forward slightly, looked at Yan Chi, then at Shi Yanfu, and wanted Shi Yanfu to answer "how does she explain".
"She said: 'I can shapeshift, so I can do it.'"
"How is it possible?" the purple cat cried, "Aren't you playing tricks?"
"Xiaoyue Zhizi is so funny! We will go to your place now." Yan Chi demanded.
Shi Yanfu did not speak, he drove the speed to 120 yards.
Shi Yanfu lives in a large villa in Haiqin Garden on the outskirts of the city.
The car drove into the parking lot of the community, and when they were walking towards Shi Yanfu's villa, they really heard someone playing the piano, it was Chopin's Serenade. The sound of the harp echoed in the great room of the villa, flowed out from the doors and windows, filled the air, the road, kissed the roses in the garden, and the hedge covered with pothos beside the cobblestone path.
They were very excited, lest they disturb the sound of the piano and Xiao Yuezhi. The three tiptoed and approached the gate
But when Shi Yanfu suddenly opened the door and immediately turned on the lights, there was no one in the hall. The three looked at each other. The piano lid was open, and the score was not taken away yet. The purple cat quietly stretched out a finger to touch the few keys in the middle, it was hot, leaving the body temperature of a human or animal
Shi Yanfu turned on all the lights in the room, and it was as bright as daylight for a while, and Shi Yanfu's luxuriously decorated home appeared in front of his eyes.
They found that there were small fox footprints on the snow-white wall with beautiful wall lamps and calligraphy and paintings. From room to room, from floor to wall, the fox traces.
Shi Yanfu went to make coffee.
Zi Mao said to Yan Chi: "Only Shi Yanfu knows whether Xiaoyue Zhizi is a vixen or not."
But Yan Chi fell asleep on the sofa immediately, as if he hadn't fallen asleep for a long time. His legs were stretched out in front of the purple cat, covered with brand-name leather shoes, it was a fox's hoof, with fine brown hair and hard hoof shell fresh.
"ah!"
Yan Chi was awakened by the purple cat's exclamation, and he jumped up from the sofa: "What's the matter? What's the matter?"
"Your feet"
Yan Chi raised his foot: "What's wrong with my foot? It's fine!"
"Just now" The purple cat was still in shock.
Yan Chi thought for a while: "Just now? What did you see? Did you see Shi Yanfu's stinky socks under the coffee table?"
Purple Cat nodded, then shook his head again. She thought, is she delusional? Or hallucination? Why are you so groggy today? It was all the fault of Mr. Shi Yan!
Shi Yanfu brought the coffee, and looked at Yan Chi strangely for a moment. The purple cat looked at him, then at Yan Chi's expression, and found that Yan Chi was a little flustered, with thin beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
After drinking coffee, Shi Yanfu suggested that they stay overnight in his villa. Zimao was of course very happy, it was her dream to be able to enter this villa. She couldn't hold back her excitement, and while carefully visiting all the luxurious and gorgeous decorations of the villa, she was very excited that she was about to become the hostess here. A young, handsome, rich boy like Shi Yanfu, with such a good temperament and a low-key personality, no matter how much he cultivated in his previous life, he couldn't meet him!
However, Zimao discovered that there was only one bedroom in Shi Yanfu's villa.
She asked hesitantly: "Shi Yanfu only has one bedroom and one bed, how can we sleep?"
She thought to herself, if Yan Chi is conscious, she should leave.
Without even thinking about it, Yan Chi said, "Why, isn't it enough? Shi Yanfu's bed is an extra-large bed of two meters by three meters!"
"That's not what I mean, weshould men and women be different, right?"
Shi Yanfu buried his head in thought, and said, "Zi Mao, you sleep on the bed, Yan Chi and I can watch TV."
The purple cat got angry and went to the bedroom immediately.
Before going to bed, she saw that Shi Yanfu's computer was on, and suddenly wanted to find the divination master, chat with him, and see what the master thinks about her current situation.?? and pure voice. She wanted to imitate them, to sound like them, to talk and sing like them. But she couldn't do it, because she couldn't move, her breath was all concentrated in her belly and her **. And her **, just so heavy, fixed her body, she couldn't move, and couldn't open her mouth.
She doesn't want to. She wanted to talk, to sing, to slowly send out the breath in her body to help her make a sound
Just working so hard, she woke up.
She found herself still on Shi Yanfu's bed. It was so wide that if she just lay down like this, she couldn't see the edge of it. It is like a vast plain.
She really doubted that she was on a plain or clearing among the woods. The huge coat rack in the corner of the room looks like a vigorous and graceful Populus euphratica.
She closed her eyes.
In the dark, she felt the warmth on both sides of her body and in her waist, as if she was sleeping with a doll in her arms.
She seemed to have heard the other's even breathing.
She wanted to go to the bathroom, so she turned over and sat up gently.
With the dim light coming in from the garden outside the window, she saw that around her body, on the big snow-white bed, there were foxes sleeping soundly next to each other. They lie down tiredly, their hooves are graceful, and they gently grab the quilt horns, cover their faces tightly, or hug other foxes. There are one or two hooves, which are tightly connected to her toes (remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com