CHAPTER 28: CHAPTER 24: IS GREY WOLF HANDSOME?

Chen Nan was dumbfounded, sitting on the bed in the middle of the night, in pitch blackness, with his mouth as wide as a chicken egg.

"Grey... Grey Wolf???"

Is he thinking of that Grey Wolf?

Mr. Bao actually asked him who Grey Wolf is?

The man’s voice is deep: "Hmm."

Chen Nan was so shocked that he picked up the phone again to check, making sure he really was on a call.

Not dreaming.

"Mr. Bao, are you talking about the Grey Wolf from Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf?"

Being questioned, Bao Ye frowned, his tone icy: "How would I know."

"And who’s Pleasant Goat?"

What kind of ridiculous names are these.

One Grey Wolf is odd enough.

Now there’s a Pleasant Goat?

Are they a group?

"Is it a popular band in the country this year?" Bao Ye asked dryly.

Just a lousy band.

Grey Wolf, what a bizarre name.

And to marry, marry Grey Wolf.

What nonsense songs is She listening to?

Bao Ye scoffed.

"It’s not a band." Chen Nan swallowed: "Mr. Bao, have you never watched it as a kid? It’s a cartoon, a childhood memory for many people."

Cartoon?

Bao Ye’s lips twitched: "Not a band?"

"No, it’s a cartoon, telling the story of a group of sheep and wolves. Pleasant Goat is a sheep, Grey Wolf is a wolf..."

Not waiting to finish, Bao Ye interrupted: "Is Grey Wolf handsome?"

"Ahem..." Chen Nan was completely choked, face turning red from coughing.

What kind of ridiculous question is this?

"Not handsome, dark, really ugly."

Bao Ye listened, already starting to disdain a certain woman’s taste.

But heard Chen Nan say: "But he’s very good to Red Wolf, Red Wolf hits him with a frying pan every day, yet he doesn’t leave, even catches sheep for Red Wolf to eat."

Don’t know how many young people were moved.

Though Grey Wolf is a bit bad.

Always thinking of catching sheep.

But there’s no doubt he truly loves Red Wolf.

"And who’s Red Wolf?" Bao Ye asked.

Chen Nan: "She’s just Grey Wolf’s wife."

Hearing this, Bao Ye instantly understood.

Chen Nan still wanted to say something, but a cold two-word response from the man came to his ear: "Hung up."

As soon as the words fell, the phone was disconnected.

"Beeep beep beep..."

Looking at the disconnected screen, Chen Nan blinked, feeling a bit dazed.

What the heck.

So Mr. Bao called in the middle of the night just to ask him who Grey Wolf is?

Who triggered Mr. Bao?

Connecting Grey Wolf with Red Wolf.

Chen Nan had a clear image in his mind.

Apart from she, probably no one else could make Mr. Bao want to ask questions.

After hanging up Chen Nan’s call, Bao Ye lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Having been busy the whole day, his mental state was so fatigued he had a headache.

Yet still not having any intention of sleeping.

The space beside him was empty, his arms felt empty.

A certain woman wasn’t there.

Unlike last night, when he could hold someone in his arms.

Half an hour later, Bao Ye was still wide awake.

Eyes closed, his mind unusually lucid, he felt a bit of a headache, couldn’t help taking out the sleeping pills prepared by Dr. Tro from the drawer, took a few.

Then picked up his phone, trying to develop a sense of drowsiness.

Inexplicably, Grey Wolf came to mind again.

He opened a search.

Soon a bunch of trending online videos appeared.

Titles included all kinds of praise like Grey Wolf, the ideal husband, etc.

Looking at the cartoon wolf, it was just as Chen Nan said: dark, really ugly, not good-looking at all.

Bao Ye’s eyes were full of disdain.

Childhood memory?

He had no childhood, never watched such low-intelligence things.

Bao Ye clicked on a video.

Turns out Grey Wolf and Red Wolf also have a son named Little Grey.

Watching their warm daily life, filled with family love and care, the couple pampered Little Grey extensively.

Night always makes one think more.

Watching the video, Bao Ye paused a bit, his dark eyes were complicated, as if a new world was being opened.

Though knowing it’s childish anime.

It’s fake.

Still surprised.

This is what people call a happy family, right?

Something seemed to be slowly melting within Bao Ye’s heart.

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