[ABO] Orange can't be bullied

Mao Bai was honest enough not to bully him, after more than ten minutes, Gu Cheng really woke up, full of vigor and vitality after waking up, any words that can be used for human vitality can be used for him.

When he was in a hurry to catch up with Mao Bailao, he fell down from the stairs, which frightened Fang Wenming, but fortunately he landed steadily at last, if he could only pretend not to know that Gu Cheng was pregnant, otherwise He will definitely step forward and give him a good lesson regardless of his superiors and subordinates.

After several conversations between Mao Bailao and Gu Cheng, Mao Bailao left, walked out of the store, and walked into the crowd without a trace.

"Fang Wenming."

Fang Wenming pretended that he had been sorting out the accounts all the time: "Manager, what's the matter?"

"Can you contact Mao Bailao?"

Gu Cheng vaguely remembered that when he was taken away by Mao Bailao, there was Fang Wenming behind Mao Bailao, and he was wearing the clothes he was wearing now.

Suddenly remembered Mao Bailao's instruction: "That... can't."

Gu Cheng was dubious: "Really?"

"Yes."

Gu Cheng stepped forward, tapping the front desk with her fingertips: "But, Mr. Mao Bai clearly said that you called him back crying."

Fang Wenming sweated profusely, Gu Cheng was still the same Gu Cheng, with the same simple face, but how did he feel that there were two more demonic tentacles on the top of his head.

"I called him back. I often call him, but it's another matter if he ignores me."

In his spare time, he often draws the appearance he remembers on the drawing board. He also made an AI villain in the computer, and he used the old Maobai for modeling.In retrospect, Mao Bai knew all the things he did.

Gu Cheng believed this sentence. It is common sense that cats ignore humans. He wants to go back and see Qiao Xuwei. I call."

"No problem, manager."

Fang Wenming let out a long breath, and finally blocked the matter.

I thought that Mr. Mao Bai would really leave after finishing his work this time, but not long after Gu Cheng left, Mr. Mao Bai came back in presence, not only came back, but also brought back a jar of wine, the soil on the wine was still wet Yes, it should have just been taken out of the soil.

After meeting Mao Bailao under the moon, Fang Wenming understood how to write the word "stunning". He was used to seeing him in shirts and jeans, wearing fine silk dresses, and his neat short hair turned into a half-twist. Can't help but look straight.

Lying on one side with one hand supported, a jar of wine and a glass of wine, the air is filled with a faint fragrance of wine.

On the roof, Fang Wenming couldn't help asking Mao Bai what the gift was, but Mao Bai always acted as if his secrets were unfathomable.

As a last resort, Mao Bailao could only divert his gaze.

"what is that?"

The clear yellow liquid flowed in the wine glass, put it under the nose and sniffed it, "This? It's just the wine I brewed myself. It's not something expensive, and the taste is even worse than jade brewed wine. Try it?"

Fang Wenming licked his lower lip: "Can... can I?"

Grab a blue and white porcelain wine glass the size of a thumb from the air, pour half of it, and hand it to him. This wine has spent thousands of years underground, nourished by wind and rain, and tasted by hundreds of people, and each sip has a different taste.

"Drink slowly..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Wenming raised his head and gulped it down.

The entrance was extremely soft, and a faint bitterness across the tip of his tongue made him frown, but in the end it became sweet in his throat, and now aftertaste, his lips and teeth are fragrant.

Fang Wenming, who was gradually getting better, was in a slightly drunk state, and the taste was too rich. He still wanted to try: "I still want to drink."

When Fang Wenming was drunk, his stuttering was healed.

Fang Wenming's face was dizzy with alcohol, and the powder puff was very touching. Mao Bailao started to have a headache, and it was a wrong thing to give him a drink: "It's enough, a small sip is already a lot for you, a human being."

He licked his upper lip and grabbed his arm: "More."

"You can't drink any more, you're already drunk."

Fang Wenming felt light all over his body, and his eyes were spinning. He was somewhat self-aware: "I know I'm drunk, but I still want to drink."

This wine is really good.

Helpless, Mao Bailao gave him half a glass again, at worst he would cast a spell later to sober him up.

"Okay, one last sip."

This time, Fang Wenming smacked a little bit, his body became weak, and finally fell into Mao Bailao's arms completely: "Okay... drink..."

The fragrance is soft in the nest, and Mao Bai's old voice rolls.

Every day after the accident in the pet shop, he hides out of the window, watching him chatting with the AI ​​villain, watching him sleep quietly, watching him all night, whenever he frowns and has nightmares, he will quietly sneak into his dreams In, to drive away those nightmares that harassed him.

Gradually, he found that this human being became more and more important to him. Sometimes something important happened, and when he came back late, he found that Fang Wenming had already fallen asleep. Tail until Fang Wenming wakes up.

"ear."

Mao Bailao asked softly, "What's wrong with your ears?"

Fang Wenming's small ears were burning hot, and there was a layer of white on the translucent ones. The roots of his ears were soft, as soft as his heart.

What he said was not his ears: "Your ears, I want to touch your ears."

In front of him were four white-haired elders, reaching out to grab the overlapping cat ears, but no matter how hard they grabbed, they couldn't catch them.

Mao Bailao stretched out his ears helplessly, but Fang Wenming grabbed him and played with it in his hand. His force was very light, which made him itchy.

I touched it as I wished, and Fang Wenming smirked: "It's soft and fluffy, just like I remember."

"Do you want to keep touching this ear?"

Old Mao Bai asked strangely, bewitching him.

Fang Wenming smiled sweetly, which made Mao Bailao wonder if his body was a piece of sweet candy: "I want to, but I never see you. In the past 12 years, I have only seen you three times. You are still with me." I said that if we should see, we will always see."

Fang Wenming's voice was like a fly, complaining about Mao Bailao's injustice to him. His little brain, which was paralyzed by alcohol, suddenly came up with an almost crazy plan: "I will gag your mouth and make you never Unable to speak."

Wrapping around Mao Bailao's neck, his two red lips stuck to his lips. Fang Wenming's kiss was jerky, but he was a good car, and he had learned all the knowledge from the movie, but unfortunately he never had time to practice.

If this kiss was a big test, then what Fang Wenming handed in was a "blank paper" filled with content but zero points.

From astonishment to surprise, Mao Bailao, who was already ecstatic, just wanted to plunder in his mouth. The aroma of wine flowed between their lips and teeth, changing thousands of flavors.

Mao Bailao, who had never been drunk before, was drunk.

Daju, who had been waiting downstairs for an entire hour, finally couldn't bear it any longer. Elvis Presley said tonight that he wanted to learn from them, but after waiting for so long, he still didn't come down.

Not only Elvis Presley didn't come down, even Fang Wenming who went up for half an hour didn't come down, no, he had to go and see.

With the entrustment of all the cats, Daju bravely went up to the roof.

Seeing the scene on the roof, he regretted it.

what! ! !

Their holy Elvis Presley was kissed by lowly humans!

A few words appeared inexplicably in the air.

"Education is cancelled."

Daju could only touch his nose, and went down the stairs resentfully, that human being who didn't know what to do dared to kiss their supreme Elvis, their Elvis must have been forced.

Fang Wenming, they have formed this beam.

After kissing for a while, Mao Bailao didn't realize that the human being had fallen asleep until Fang Wenming stopped moving. He could only hug him horizontally, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the first kiss since his birth was finally sent.

He, Elvis Presley, was also tempted.