"No."


    Looking at Su Nuo''s move, Ryan stretched out his finger and gently pressed it on her lips. She was not allowed to continue biting herself.


    "Ah?"


    Su Nuo looked at Ryan with his eyes open.


    "It''s just... It''s been too long. I can''t remember it."


    Ryan spoke in a long voice, as if he had fallen into some kind of deep thought.


    "I don''t want to."


    Su Nuo grabbed his hand and shook it, and his little body rubbed in his direction.


    I like the feeling of staying with him, but looking at him uncomfortable will also be uncomfortable in my heart.


    "What do you like?"


    The next moment, Ryan asked coldly.


    "What do I like?"


    Su Nuo repeated his question again. After a pause, he said with a smile, "I like a lot!"


    "For example, I like Grandma Susan, I like you, I like Xiaohei near our house, and I like the food grandma Susan made for me."


    When Su Nuo spoke, he released Ryan''s hand, pressed his fingers and counted carefully.


    Counting, when I feel a little more, my heart is full, and I suddenly feel very happy.


    Ryan, who was impressively loosened by her, gave a slight meal to his fingers, and there was some loss in his heart.


    Waiting for Su Nuo to finish, Ryan quietly held her little hand and gently put it on his side.


    Listen to what she likes, she has her own, and the ranking is quite high. Ryan is in a very happy mood.


    But who is the little black near here?? Listen, it looks like a man.


    Casually asked, "who is Xiaohei?"


    Listening to this name, I''m a little male. Subconsciously, I have a feeling that my baby is coveted.


    At present, the slender fingers are also slightly close.


    "Oh, you say Xiao Hei!"


    Su Nuo smiled sweetly and his small face was round, like a white soft steamed stuffed bun.


    "Xiao Hei is a stray dog near our house. I have kept it for many years, just because grandma Susan is allergic to dog hair and can''t take it back!"


    "Because of this, Xiaohei is kept outside. Sometimes, I feel very sorry for Xiaohei and want to help Xiaohei find another home, but every time I send it, Xiaohei will run back."


    Su Nuo said, very helpless.


    No matter what I told Xiao Hei before, it seems to be of no use.


    However, the two or three years with Xiao Hei are still very warm.


    "Yes."


    Ryan gave a faint answer.


    She likes herself as much as a stray dog.


    It seems that you don''t have to be very proud.


    "What''s the matter with you?"


    Seeing his expression, Su Nuo seemed to have some unhappiness. He reached out and poked the back of his hand.


    It was itchy. Ryan wrapped her naughty little hand in the palm of her hand.


    "Sleep."


    After Ryan said that, he closed his eyes.


    Su Nuo raised his eyes and saw that he really closed his eyes and didn''t move.


    Then he yawned and leaned in the direction of Ryan, and soon fell asleep.


    After she fell asleep, he could hear her breathing slowly. The sweet smell of her body completely enveloped her whole body.


    Ryan stretched out his arm and gently put Su Nuo in his arms.


    Really, when I snuggle up with Su Nuo, I really feel alive.


    After thinking about it, Ryan''s arm tightened slightly and completely tightened Su Nuo''s small body again.


    Because it was too tight, Su Nuo in her sleep felt uncomfortable. She moved. Ryan relaxed and slowed down slightly.


    Su Nuo turned over again, turned his face to the other side, and fell asleep sweetly.


    Ryan closed his eyes and slept with her.


    He wanted to let her stay by his side completely.


    Su Nuoyi She slept well at night. At dawn, she was still very sleepy. When Ryan called her to get up, she waved her hand several times.


    "Grandma, let me sleep a little longer."


    Su Nuo took the quilt in his hands and rolled inside again. He completely regarded it as his home.


    It''s strange that the bed at home is suddenly so comfortable that I don''t want to leave at all.


    I want to go back to sleep.


    Thinking, Su Nuo held the soft quilt again. After a while, he fell asleep.


    Ryan stood by the bed, his hands around his chest, looking down at Su Nuo, with a smile in his mouth.


    She thought of herself as her grandmother.


    "If you don''t get up again, your grandmother will really find that you''re not at home."


    As soon as Ryan said this, Su Nuo, who had died in bed, got up in an instant.


    She held the quilt, and her soft white face was full of stunned, even in her apricot eyes.


    Just when Ryan thought she would lie down and continue to sleep next second, Su Nuo got up from bed.


    "I''m leaving."


    Su Nuo said, walking in another direction, so as to transfer his bedside from there.


    I''ve just taken a few steps and feel like I''m missing something.


    Su Nuo turned around again, rushed to Ryan, padded his toes, and took a sip on Ryan''s face.


    "Good morning."


    After that, Su Nuo walked back with a red face.


    When he returned to his bed, Su Nuo''s Blush had not dissipated. His tender fingers gently covered his mouth. He kissed Ryan without brushing his teeth.


    Ah~~


    On this thought, Su Nuo''s small face, as delicate as white porcelain, became even more red in an instant.


    Grandma Susan knocked on the door outside. "Nuo Nuo, you should get up!"


    "OK."


    Su Nuo quickly answered. In the wardrobe, she took out her skirt and put it on her body. When she changed her shoes, she couldn''t help taking up the pair of shoes again.


    The shoes are retro. The skirts you usually wear are not noodles. Grandma Susan made them.


    When grandma was young, she was a designer of a large company and could do anything. However, later, she was not a designer. The original owner asked her many times, but she didn''t say.


    Although very curious, they are buried in my heart.


    Su Nuo put on his clothes and shoes, stood in front of the mirror and looked around.


    Grandma''s skirt is really beautiful.


    And she has searched some magazines, and there are no similar styles. It is obvious that the skirts made by grandma are actually her designs.


    Grandma can live well by her own design. How can she finally live in this slum..


    However, after asking several times, grandma was unwilling to say, and Su Nuo was not good to continue asking.