C51 Don't You Want to be My Eye

"Don't push your luck."

West Building glared at him. At this moment, he was still working.

She was lying on her lap, and he was still looking at the documents.

"I can't see now. Don't you want to be my eye?"

Little Creek was a little sad and just "looked" at her.

Don't you want to be my eyes?

These words touched West Building. If it was Xiao Zhou, what would he do?

Xiao Zhou would definitely lead his little daughter around.

From now on, I am your eyes!

It was not a promise, but proof with actions.

West Building put down the documents and let He An handle it. He looked at the girl in his arms and pinched her tender face. The smooth touch made him love it.

This was also the reason why West Building was willing to hug her.

Although he felt pity for her, it was more because she was soft and comfortable to hug. West Building had no desire for women, but a man, a man who stood at the peak of wealth, if there was a warm and soft girl beside him.

The charming atmosphere satisfied the intentions in the depths of West Building's heart.

"What do you want to hear?"

"Romance of the West."

"I don't know how to sing." West Building frowned, obviously impatient.

He wanted to go along with her just now, but she still wanted to sing. If you want to listen to the show, why don't you go to Ye Xiao?

"Who said you have to sing 'Romance of the Western Box'? It's also interesting to tell a story."

The little pervert rolled his eyes in his heart, and his tone was full of disdain.

What did he dislike?

One-track minded!

She felt that Yan Xi Lou didn't know how to be flexible. He hadn't even read Journey to the West.

Yan Xi Lou wanted to strangle her just by listening to her tone.

He didn't look for Journey to the West. Instead, he casually flipped through a hundred classic books on his phone. An 18-year-old girl should be studying in university, right? He thought to himself.

He casually opened one of the books, Boccaccio's' Ten Sun Discussion '.

"It's the same thing to have sympathy for the unfortunate. Everyone should have this kind of virtue - especially those who once desired sympathy and felt its value. If anyone has received the sympathy and comfort of others and thus feel the preciousness of it, then I am indeed one of them..."

This book was a bit interesting. The people in the story were telling the story.

In 1348, when the Florentine plague broke out in Italy, ten men and women took refuge in a country villa, where they played and feasted all day, telling one story a day for ten days and telling a hundred.

These stories criticised the Catholic Church, laughed at its teaching of darkness and evil, praised love as the source of talent and nobility, condemned asceticism, showed no mercy, and flogged the decadence and corruption of the feudal aristocracy.

Yan Xi Lou was focused on reading and did not see the stream nestled in his arms. A teasing smile appeared on his face.

What a coincidence.

Three years ago, when Xiao Zhou brought her home, she felt extremely insecure.

However, when Xiao Zhou read it, his tone was not as serious as West Building's.

Xiao Zhou said that the Ten Sun Discussion was his enlightenment book.

What enlightenment book?

Cough, sex education...

According to Xiao Zhou, the Ten Sun Discussion was a story about a young man and woman sitting together and shamelessly telling a dirty story.

Little Brook read this book with the heart of seeking and seeking knowledge.

Now that West Building was reading it to her, Little Brook closed his eyes and thought.

Such a noble and noble man, who was like an overlord, was usually untouchable. When he spoke dirty words in a serious manner, it had a different feeling.

Xiaohe was really hurt today. She fell asleep listening to the story.

Seeing that she had fallen asleep, West Building threw his phone to the side and went back to work.

"Continue reading, continue reading!" Little Creek shook his arm.

What the hell!

She had clearly just fallen asleep, but when you stopped, she really woke up.

[That's why the little stream doesn't sleep well. If you don't do what she wants, she will wake up and show you!]

At that moment, her phone rang. In the pocket of her coat, her coat was wet. She took it off and put it on the side. West Building took out his phone and handed it to her without looking at who was calling.

This was the style of a noble young master. He did not care about prying into your privacy. If he really wanted to know, he had the ability to make you spit it out.

"Hello?" There was a bit of sleepiness in the voice of the stream. It was soft and sticky.

"Little Brook, what happened just now? Yan Xi Lou carried you and ran so fast?"

It was Tong Lu.

West Building recognized the voice.

Of course, Little Brook did not avoid him.

"Tong Lu, I'm blind."

"What?" Tong Lu had just rushed back from the suburbs. It was raining heavily outside, so he couldn't hear clearly.

"I'm blind, I can't see!" Little Brook shouted into the phone.

"Are you blind? You lied to me -" Halfway through his sentence, Tong Lu became nervous, "Is what you said true?"

When Yan Xi Lou carried the stream in the cemetery, he thought she just didn't want to stay in the cemetery anymore. After all, this place was unlucky. Moreover, the grave was a cenotaph, not the real Xiao Zhou.

There was nothing left of Xiao Zhou.

Did the stream go blind again?

"Darling, why are you doing this?" Blind for no reason?

Tong Lu did not quite believe it.

"The doctor said it's a mental illness." When he said this, the corner of Little Creek's mouth was still raised.

Heart disease? She didn't believe him. Typical of all the eye doctors in the city hospital to think that they were quacks.

She wanted someone to treat her, but she didn't want Yan Xi Lou to know about it.

It wasn't that there was a secret. It was just that she couldn't let West Building know that she knew that person.

At times, Little Creek felt that he was strange and had done many things based on his intuition. She was actually very obedient, but that intuition guided her to be bad.

Therefore, she couldn't help but be bad.

"Bullshit, where are you now? I'll take you to Country F and find you the best eye specialist!" As he spoke, Tong Lu was about to drive over to find her.

"With Uncle Yan."

"Do you really f * cking call him uncle? They called each other so intimately. Yan Xi Lou - Wait, is he next to you? " Tong Lu wanted to say something behind Yan Xi Lou's back, but fortunately, he was alert.

"Cough, I'm here." The little girl "looked" at West Building and smiled.

She didn't know if he heard her just now.

"Don't be so intimate with him. Xiao Zhou didn't even let you come into contact with him when he was alive. Who knows what kind of heart he has now."

Tong Lu really cared about the stream, for no other reason than that. He didn't want to lose this little playmate.

The two of them looked at each other, a pair of players.

Yan Xi Lou was obviously not from the same country as them, so it was no wonder Xiao Zhou was wary of him.

It was true that Xiao Zhou was wary of him, but was it really because they weren't from the same country?

The true feelings between Xiao Zhou and West Building were forged through fighting. It was a man's friendship between heroes.

The reason why he was on guard was because of fear!

They knew each other very well. Both of them were men of the highest quality and had a fatal attraction for women. The difference was that Xiao Zhou could play all kinds of games. He could play with all kinds of fragrances and smells.

West Building, he only played with the most exquisite ones.

As for creeks, in Xiao Zhou's eyes, they were the most exquisite...