The bedroom is only one step away, but I definitely can't get in cruelly. Fu Tong turned around helplessly: "Do you understand if you are too much or not?"

I understand, but I don't want to understand.

The black cat squatted down next to him, and the round cat's eyes were soaked with water. It seemed as pitiful as it was.

Fu Tong knew at a glance that things were going to be bad, but he just couldn't take his eyes open. He lowered his head and looked at the cat for two or three minutes. He chose to give up and struggle: "What do you want to do?"

The black cat didn't say anything and walked half a step towards the bedroom.

Fu Tong understood that the relationship was that he pretended to be a cat and didn't get into his door last time, and now he wants to do it again.

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes: "No."

The black cat turned around, his eyes were blue, and he felt a grievance.

Fu Tong: "..."

Half a minute later, Mr. Yazi, who had just said that he couldn't do it, took the cat and closed the bedroom door with his fate.

The kitten was still very soft and rubbed Fu Tong's cheek intimately.

Fu Tong only felt that he was in a complicated mood. It was originally a matter of no choice to be pestered by such a cute little girl, but when he thought that the soft plush ball was the ex-boyfriend of a big pig's trotter, it was a bit different.

Want to rub it.

I don't want to rub it so frustrated.

Fu Tong looked at the cat squatting there and pretended to be well-behaved. After struggling for a few minutes, he simply gave up struggling and found a pillow to put it in the corner of the bed: "You sleep here tonight, don't move or make trouble, otherwise you will be thrown away.

go out."

The black cat tilted its head: "Meow."

Fu Tong suddenly felt soft and said, "...are you afraid of the cold? Do you need to fold a pillowcase as a quilt for you?"

The answer I got was a ball of cat nesting on the pillow.

It's very easy to raise.

Fu Tong deliberately told him not to look at him anymore, turned off the light and lay down. The black cat was in the corner of the bed, and it was as if he had said that it did not make any sound.

His presence was so weak that Fu Tong gradually didn't care much and fell asleep in the corner of the quilt.

In my dream, it was spring in March. The flowers next to the Longmian Stream were blooming, and the water in the stream was gurgling.

He lay in the gentle wind with his eyes closed, and heard someone beside his ear, saying in a particularly gentle voice—

"Good night."

The person I love.

The author has something to say: When I woke up in the morning, I found that I was the only one left at home. My parents signed up for a one-day tour group and left before I woke up. They also left a small note saying that they were happy.

I went to play and asked me to eat instant noodles.

Sad Liao.

Sad Liao.

Crying Liao.
Chapter completed!