[ABO] Orange can't be bullied

After working in a pet shop for a while, except for some simple cleaning and attracting customers every day, Fang Wenming secretly took out his laptop and did his professional work in a corner where the customers could not see.

In the same industry, Gu Cheng's salary was good, even very good, but for the people around Fang Wenming, this salary was really pitifully low.

He can only rely on these extra part-time jobs to maintain his livelihood, and create an illusion for his fathers that he lives a good life and is engaged in a high-tech career.

Rubbing the sore eye sockets, after processing the last data, he closed the computer. Gu Cheng didn't come to the store tonight, so the matter of feeding the cat fell on him.

The glass cage was opened, and the cats ran down one after another. Only the big fat orange couldn't come down no matter how much you teased him. In desperation, Fang Wenming put on his protective sleeves.

Sure enough, Daju scratched his sleeve with his paw, and the sleeve was scratched and scrapped.

"Meow!"

(Stupid human, get rid of that stinky paw you just touched another cat.)

"You think I want to touch you because I'm afraid you'll starve to death inside."

Fang Wenming complained in a low voice, and Daju probably thought he was talking to himself, so he didn't answer coldly.

Ever since he came to the store, this big orange has been at odds with him, he is not allowed to touch him or hug him, and every time he stretches out his hand, the big orange's front paws are dripping with blood. If it weren't for Gu Cheng's absence tonight, he wouldn't Will touch a thorn.

Grabbing Daju's armpits with both hands, he carried Daju out from a distance. Daju, who had been rambunctious, stopped and said in surprise, "Meow?"

(Why do you smell like Elvis?)

"Who is Elvis?"

Daju landed on all fours, circling around Fang Wenming's feet, confirming his breath: "Meow?"

(You are not human?)

Why is there another one who can understand cat language.

It was only after meeting Mao Bailao that he could understand cats. The first time he heard those voices, he was so frightened that he had a high fever.

Listening to those cats talking bad about him downstairs every day, he can only pretend that nothing happened, and secretly find two balls of cotton to stuff in his ears when he sleeps at night. He doesn't want to listen to the mother cat miss her never showing up all night. Mr. Lang.

Fang Wenming swept the cat hair off his trouser legs. He doubted that Da Ju had rubbed the cat on him on purpose: "Of course I am human, but I can understand what you are saying. Tell me who Elvis is?"

Daju didn't believe it: "Meow."

(You have the breath of Elvis Presley, but you don't know Elvis Presley?)

Although it is so faint that it can hardly be smelled, it definitely smells good for him who has become Mao Bai's chief follower.

Is Master Cat the Elvis King?

Like suddenly finding a kite with a broken string, Fang Wenming held on tightly to the last straw: "I think I've seen him before, I've been looking for him for 12 years, can you tell me where Elvis is, I want to meet him, I want to..."

Daju immediately poured cold water on him, the majestic Elvis Presley, the Elvis Presley who dominates the cats in the world, how could he come and go so easily?

Daju licked his paws leisurely: "Meow."

(I didn't know that Elvis Presley is so mysterious. I can see him dead in this life without any regrets. I don't expect to see him again.)

"Meow."

(what sound?)

Daju suddenly became alert, and the cats that were eating also ran back into the cage.

Fang Wenming also felt fluctuations in the air: "What did you hear?"

All the cats were chattering, and the cats meowed loudly, and they barked for a long time.

On an empty street corner, a gray van got off seven or eight gangsters. They smelled of alcohol and staggered as they walked. The leader of the gangsters was flushed with alcohol, and said to the fat man next to him, " Is it this store?"

The fat man nodded and bowed: "That's right, the boss said it's this store."

The gangsters got drunk and started to do things recklessly: "Brothers, take the bricks."

Fang Wenming couldn't hear what they said, but he still felt that something was wrong. Although he was a beta, he had been studying for more than ten years, and the books were all in his head. If he went down, he would probably faint.

Bricks hit the glass and made a loud noise. Fang Wenming frowned and closed the glass door desperately, then hid behind the counter. He covered his head with his hands and covered his ears, trembling all over.

Master cat...

Where are you, Mr. Cat?

The longing and cry in my heart still didn't come out.After smashing the store, Fang Wenming picked up the landline at the front desk with soft legs, and called Gu Cheng with sobs.

Hearing the sound, Gu Cheng dared to come quickly, and brought bodyguards, paid the room fee for him, arranged him in a hotel with the highest security level, and let him rest for a few days to go on a trip to relax.

After taking a warm bath, Fang Wenming still had lingering fears in the dense mist. When he got out of the bathtub, he saw the curtains swinging slightly, and a figure appeared on the balcony.

"who is it!"

Mao Bailao stood on the balcony, with the moonlight pouring on him, his appearance remained unchanged from 12 years ago. He looked up at the moon, his eyes smiling like crescent moons: "Long time no see."

The person who had been thinking about it day and night finally appeared in front of him, and Fang Wenming stomped excitedly on the spot: "Cat...mao big...man, you...why are you here...you are here."

"Haven't you been looking for me?"

Not seen for 12 years, he has grown up.

He set up a barrier on the glass in the store, and he, who had been practicing nearby, felt something strange, so he drove all night, tracking Fang Wenming's smell and found him.

Touching the top of Fang Wenming's head, he is more than 12 centimeters taller than 40 years ago, and the childishness on his face has almost faded away. The only thing that remains the same is that he is still the same as before.

Fang Wenming blushed: "You...you...you know...I...I'm... looking for you?"

The back of his hand ran across his cheeks, intending to use his cold hands to cool him down, but who knew that this move made his face even hotter.

Landing on his delicate ears, kneading his soft red earlobe, the earlobe slid on his fingertips: "Of course I know, every time I go to, you will definitely come back, including You followed in my footsteps and applied for the clerk recruitment a few months ago, right?"

Mao Bai knew that Fang Wenming was looking for him. He deliberately revealed his identity in order to let Fang Wenming find him. Gu Cheng has inherent advantages, but he has always gone his own way and can't rub his eyes. He needs a human to assist Gu Cheng. Orange manages the pet shop well.

The first thing that comes to mind is Fang Wenming.

"Yes Yes."

His face was red enough to bleed.

This human seems to be much more interesting than before. When he was a child, he had bright eyes. Although he also liked to be shy, he would not be like this: "Am I still the same as you remember?"

Fang Wenming shook his head violently: "No...not."

Mao Bailao asked back: "No?"

Fang Wenming was shy: "It's more...better...prettier."

Mao Bailao covered his mouth and smiled lowly: "You are still as cute as when you were a child."

After meeting him for the first time, he secretly followed him. He had nothing else to ask, but he was afraid that he would be bullied again. Once he saw Fang Wenming, who was only ten years old, sitting among a group of thirteen and fourteen children. The childish face is out of tune with them, but the seriousness of learning on the face is like a little adult.

It wasn't until Fang Wenming was so frightened by Maoyan Maoyu that he had a fever that he had no choice but to leave.

Fang Wenming lowered his head, peeked at Fang Wenming, and said in a weak voice, "Thank you...thank you."

Master Cat praised him!

Master Mao actually praised him!

The bright moon is in the sky, and it is a once-in-a-lifetime practice for several sessions. He should have found a secluded place to concentrate on cultivation, and should not discuss those insignificant things with humans here.

But he doesn't regret it.

"Still scared?"

"afraid."

He was afraid that those gangsters would retaliate, and he was also afraid that this was just Nankey Yimeng. In the blink of an eye, his cat would disappear again.

Mao Bailao sat on the steps, his long legs became even more slender: "Well, I will stay here with you tonight, and I will leave at dawn."

Fang Wenming hurriedly climbed onto the bed. He would not disobey Master Cat's words. He didn't even have time to dry his hair. He was afraid that if he went to bed at night, his Master Cat would leave.

Mao Bailao snapped his fingers, and the lights in the room dimmed, leaving only a bedside night light for Fang Wenming to use at night.

In the quiet environment, only the beating of his heart could be heard: "Cat...Cat...Master Cat, don't you...sleep? I...my bed, I can share...you half."

This bed is very big, he can sleep on his side without any problem, he sleeps honestly, he will never kick him, Lord Cat is sacred and inviolable in his heart, he will not let himself lie on the bed, but Lord Cat is Stand aside.

Elvis Presley does not need to sleep, his time is precious, he needs to deal with many things, sleep is a luxury and a waste of time for him.

"Student Xiaofang, although I am Elvis, I am also an alpha, are you sure you want me to sleep with you?"

There was a touch of danger in the gentleness of the tone.

Fang Wenming, who had never had a clue about love, stretched the quilt, saddened: "Yes... yes, the cat... the adult is an alpha, only... can only... sleep with an omega."

He is just a little beta, who can sleep on the same bed with Mr. Cat.

Mao Bai smiled and shook his head.

He didn't mean it that way.

It will be dawn in a few hours, and he will leave when it is dawn.

As drowsiness hit, Fang Wenming muttered in a low voice: "I... can... see... you again?"

It's still the same sentence: "We should see or we will see."