Deer Hearing the Flute

At the age of ten, he shyly called out "Sister Jiang," a slender, small boy obedient like a little milk dog. She imitated the adults, kissing his forehead to comfort him.
When they met again, he was dressed in a sharp suit with gold-rimmed glasses, his every move as noble and pure as glimmering frost and snow, unapproachably lofty.
Tearing off that scholar's disguise, he finally revealed his fangs in the darkness.
"Isn't this what you taught me?" he whispered, encircling her slim waist from behind and seeking a kiss, his voice seductive, nearly playful as he called out those two words, "Sister Jiang."
Jiang Jiu only then realized that the other party had long since become an obsessive and scheming mad dog, in a place she knew not of.

Obsessed with My Puppy Boy

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Siyan shook his head with a smile. 


Last night, taking advantage of her taking a shower, Jiang Siyan deliberately stuffed five thousand yuan into her bag, not daring to put more for fear that she would become suspicious. 


Then, inside her autumn and winter clothes, he picked a few items and tucked several hundred yuan into each, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. 


Jiang Jiu hadn't eaten well at noon yesterday, certainly because she was worried about money. If Jiang Siyan gave her money, she definitely wouldn't want it, so he could only do it sneakily. When she found out, it would make her happy. 


Feeling good, Jiang Jiu treated herself to noodles as if she was going for a stroll, then walked around the street where the hair salon was located before. 


However, it was mealtime, and many shop owners were flamboyantly dressed, sitting in their storefronts eating lunch, and indeed there weren't many customers around. 


Chapter 142: Fight