He opened the notebook and tapped it twice with his fingers, clearly absent-mindedly. Huo Yi saw it and said helplessly, "Young master, you don't have to worry about the lord. The lord just suffered a minor injury on his shoulder."
The young boy's back stiffened when he first saw the noble outline, and he immediately denied it arrogantly, "I don't care about him."
His duplicity was so obvious that Huo Yi didn't know how to answer the question, so he could only follow his words to comfort the glaring young man, "Yes, the young master does not care about the lord. I just told the young master, lord It’s a minor injury on the shoulder and has been taken care of at the hospital, so there’s no need to worry.”
"I'll say it again, I'm not worried!" Chi Baobei's pair of phoenix eyes unique to men of the Li family are extraordinarily noble and have a strong aura. At this moment, those beautiful eyes were widened with an angry look, and his hands left the keyboard.
So obviously you are worried, and if you insist on saying that you are not worried, it is no one else!
Huo Yi lowered his head smartly, "I understand, young master."
Chi Baobao felt as if he had been punched on cotton, and he was holding a breath in his chest that he could not express. He pursed his lips into a straight line, clenched his fists, turned his head and focused his eyes on the computer screen again. His hands rested on the keyboard again. He clicked the mouse to log in to the chat software. He clicked on the top dialog box and frowned when he found that the other party was still not online.
This is the third day.
Why hasn't Slug gone online yet? What has she been doing!
Chi Baobei's chest was inexplicably irritated, and everything he looked at was unpleasant. He touched the keyboard with his fingers, and wanted to send a message several times, but every time he typed a word, he deleted it the next second. After repeating this several times, he seemed to have come back to his senses and closed the laptop with a snap.
Huo Yi was startled when he heard the movement and asked, "Young master, have you encountered anything unhappy? Do you need my help?"
"I'm not unhappy." Chi Baobao answered quickly and without thinking at all.
He frowned and was in a bad mood. He even stopped drinking the iced orange juice he always liked to drink. He stood up and walked to the bedroom.
Halfway through, he remembered something and fell back, sitting down again and opening his notebook.
This time he seemed to have figured it out. He recalled the previous dialog box and quickly typed three words and sent it.
[come out faster. ]
He sent the message, relaxed his shoulders, and stared at the screen, waiting for a reply from the other end. After waiting for five minutes, there was no response from the other end, and his heroic brows furrowed again.
[Slug, I’m counting to 3. If you don’t reply to my message, I will block you. ]
[1. ]
[2. ]
The screen was silent, as if he was the only one talking to himself. Chi Baobao's face became darker and darker, which did not affect his increasingly handsome face.
Huo Yi was standing nearby just in time to see what he was posting. He took a few peeks with curiosity on his face and saw the young master, who always called himself an adult precociously, stared at the computer screen seriously and kept sending messages there.
The note on the chat dialog box is even more strange [idiot slug].
He had never heard the young master call him a slug, but he often heard the young master call him a "little miss" as a nickname.
It seems that the young master likes to call the people he likes idiots.
[Idiot Slug] No matter how you look at this comment, she looks like a girl. Could it be that the young master is in puppy love
(End of chapter)