[ABO] Orange can't be bullied

Oops, why did he fall asleep.

Suddenly regaining consciousness, Fang Wenming sat up from the bed.

Why did he fall asleep while chatting with Mao Bailao last night?

A generous palm placed a pair of slippers in front of him.

The dazed Fang Wenming put his foot in and subconsciously replied, "Thank you."

Mao Bailao smiled: "No need."

He suddenly raised his head, stumbling his tongue: "You...you didn't go...go."

what! ! !

Why is he in Mao Bailao's room, and he is lying on his bed and covered with his quilt, and he still asks why he hasn't left? he go?

Did he snore or grind his teeth last night? He remembered that he had the habit of grinding his teeth. He probably didn't. Otherwise, after the last time, Mr. Mao Bai would definitely tell him about it.

As if he had seen through his mind, Mao Bailao sat back on the stool, put one hand on the back of the chair, and crossed his long legs: "You don't snore when you sleep, and your posture is normal."

Biting her lower lip, she checked the collar of her pajamas: "You... you sat here... all night?"

"Yes."

But not all, he lay down next to Fang Wenming for a while on the way, but he didn't fall asleep. There are many things in the cat world and they often happen at midnight, so he has never developed the habit of sleeping.

"You don't sleep, are you really not sleepy?"

It's really unscientific. Human beings may have hallucinations if they don't sleep for three days, and they can't control their behavior. But according to Mao Bailao, he hasn't slept for at least decades.

However, the existence of Mao Bailao is an unscientific thing.

Mao Bailao shook his head: "No."

Sleeping is optional for him, but seeing Fang Wenming sleeping so soundly, he also wants to try the feeling of sleeping, and even wants to walk into his dream and see the dream in his eyes.

"The store manager...how is the store manager?"

Mao Bailao snapped his fingers, and the quilt was automatically folded: "He is almost dead."

He just sensed that Gu Cheng got off the taxi and went to the hospital. He should be secretly sad in front of Qiao Xuwei at this time.

"You really can't save him?"

Fang Wenming's eye circles suddenly became wet. Does he really want to watch a life die and be powerless?

Mao Bai rubbed his chin: "Wait a little longer."

hold on……

What he said was to wait, does this mean that Gu Cheng can be saved?

Fang Wenming's face was like changing faces in a Sichuan opera, white and red for a while, Mao Bai always looked at the angle of the sun outside the house: "Go and wash up, I asked Daju to buy breakfast, it should have been delivered by now."

Daju, he can buy things?

"Are you hungry too?"

Mao Bailao's stomach growled, and he touched his stomach with a smile: "Although I don't need to sleep, I have to eat food."

It's just that in the past, he drank from Liquan and ate hard food. To put it bluntly, he liked to compete with Fenghuang for food.

After washing, Fang Wenming went downstairs, and Mao Bailao had already opened the store, and those cats were queuing up for breakfast, some cats were responsible for maintaining order, and there were even cats who distributed food, and some cats acted as temporary The role of mother, feeding those kittens.

Sure enough, those cats know everything and can do everything, but whether they are willing to talk to you, whether they are willing to follow what you say, is another matter.

A small hurricane swept into the pet shop. Daju was using his human form to drench the bags, with a cup of soy milk in his mouth, his hair on his forehead, and he was panting.

"My lord Elvis, the hottest steamed stuffed buns I bought, and the best soy milk in city C, and the fried dough sticks are the first pot after changing the oil. I have done what you said, what else do you want? ?"

Daju bowed deeply, his immature face pretending to be mature.

Mao Bailao waved his hand: "No more, you can go to eat too."

He admitted that he was playing tricks on Daju.

On a small square table, Fang Wenming sat in his exclusive seat, but the place opposite him that originally belonged to Gu Cheng was now sitting there by Mao Bailao.

He ate the buns in small bites. Fang Wenming ate the buns that could be finished in three or five bites for 5 minutes. He took a paper towel to wipe off the oil stains after each bite, but he didn't know that there was a leek leaf stubbornly sticking to it. On his front teeth, no matter how hard they come down.

Following his line of sight, Fang Wenming used the phone screen as a mirror, turned around and wiped off the leek leaves with a paper towel.

It's so embarrassing, he just brought a leek leaf and smiled at Mao Bai.

"Let's go."

After taking the last sip of soy milk, Fang Wenming burped as gracefully as possible. The best soy milk really deserves its reputation, and I don't know what time Daju will be waiting for it.

"Where?"

Staring at the leek leaf, "Go find Gu Cheng."

There was a white Leopard car parked in front of the store. Fang Wenming sat in the co-pilot cheeky. He thought Mao Bailao would take him on a ride. He didn't expect it to be so modern, and he didn't know if he had a driver's license.

The car stopped at the gate of the cemetery, and the two walked into the park.

In front of Ding Xin's tombstone, they saw Gu Cheng.

"This is the store...the store manager?"

It was also the first time he saw Gu Cheng's animal form, fluffy balls, eyes closed, breathing weakly, looking alone in the lonely cemetery with the breeze blowing.

Mao Bailao struggled to pick up Gu Cheng, Gu Cheng's food was really not in vain, it all turned into fat and grew on his body, and his weight was comparable to that of Daju.

"Yes."

Carry him back to the pet shop, put Gu Cheng on the bed in his room, cover him with a quilt, and expose his head.

Mao Bai's old index finger and middle finger flicked on Gu Cheng's forehead, and only heard a slight "pop", Gu Cheng immediately changed back to human form, breathing evenly, not like a dying person at all.

Fang Wenming now understood why Mao Bai always covered him with a quilt.

Mao Bailao wiped off his cold sweat as if nothing had happened, and said without thinking: "Are you ready for the money?"

Fang Wenming, whose brain was dead, opened his mouth wide: "Huh?"

"Gu Cheng's son and daughter."

Fang Wenming was dumbfounded: "The store manager is pregnant?"

And it's still twins!No wonder Gu Cheng kept telling him during that time that Sister Wang's ability to handle fresh fish had declined. It turned out that after pregnancy, her sense of taste and smell became more sensitive.

Mao Bailao consciously opened the door, and Gu Cheng's pheromone burst out almost instantly with a flick of his fingers. Fang Wenming couldn't feel it with a beta, but he was an alpha.

"Find a suit for him to put on."

Fang Wenming murmured in a low voice: "Do you... want to wear clothes? Don't omega... all have to take off their clothes?"

Mao Bailao scratched his brows and cried very much. If he took off Gu Cheng's clothes, he would be in danger for the cat festival: "Where did you hear that you need to take off your clothes to save people?"

"Electrical... TV."

This beta has been poisoned by TV dramas enough to believe in the artistic processing: "That's all the director's eye-catching gimmick. Could it be that you want my store to be demolished by Qiao Xuwei?"

According to Qiao Xuwei's jealousy, he could do it.

"No...don't want to."

Brought a smaller set of clothes, Fang Wenming covered his eyes with a black cloth, and dressed Gu Cheng in the dark, especially when he knew that Gu Cheng was pregnant, he was more careful, fortunately he was a beta, No smell will be left, otherwise he would be the one who was hunted down by Qiao Xuwei.

"Clothes... put on."

The cats stood in a row, looking up at Mao Bailao. Mao Bailao's face was pale, and his smile was a little weak: "Then you wait for me on the first floor, and Gu Cheng will wake up soon."

Fang Wenming is now worried about Mao Bailao's state: "You...you look very bad."

Mao Bailao touched his face, and his face immediately turned rosy: "I'm fine, just take a rest."

"The store... Has the store manager rescued him?"

He felt that Gu Cheng was no doubt like ordinary people.

"Gu Cheng has been rescued. The one I played just now has fixed his inner soul, and I even gave him a small gift."

"So simple...simple?"

He can do that flick of the finger, but he certainly doesn't have this power.

"Yes, the main reason is that Gu Cheng's life should not be lost."

What Fang Wenming didn't know was that the flick of his fingers just now used up most of his energy. If he wanted to recover, it might take a hundred years, and he might have to live in seclusion for a while.

Mao Bailao went upstairs and walked to the corner: "There is one more thing."

Fang Wenming, who was sorting out the accounts, raised his head.

"At that time, Gu Cheng will ask you how to contact me, and you just say you don't know."

Fang Wenming didn't know why, so he nodded.

"it is good."