Qing Yu's Qing Yu of Love

After having this little guy, life that was originally all-necessary suddenly became interesting.

When eating, I will prepare a small yellow croaker for the cat on the opposite side. When I am working, I will put a cushion next to me and put a few toys. When I go out, I will say goodbye to the cat seriously. It always takes a long time to go out, and after finishing the work, the desire to go home has never been stronger.

Wang Qing suddenly felt that the apartment he lived in for a long time felt like home.

But living with cats and cats, there are always some unexpected things.

For example, when eating, Wang Qing would put a plate of cat food and a small yellow croaker on the seat opposite to him.At the beginning, Maomao was very cooperative and ate obediently, but gradually, it just sat there and watched Wang Qing eat, but it didn't eat at all.

Wang Qing felt that the cat was probably tired of eating, so he immediately changed to other flavors of cat food and canned meat, but the cat still didn't eat it.

Wang Qing became a little anxious, so he bought a can of cat food of all flavors, and placed it in front of Maomao like a full banquet, but Maomao still stared at Wang Qing with big eyes, and couldn't take a bite. move.

"My cat won't eat, what should I do?" Wang Qing anxiously called his friend.

"I'm depressed, you must have neglected him, you hug and kiss him, and say a few sweet words, just like coaxing a little girl..."

Wang Qing didn't continue to listen to his rambling, and hung up the phone directly.He picked up Maomao and stroked the back of its neck. Maomao quickly narrowed its eyes comfortably and let out a low moan.Wang Qing thought for a while, it seemed that he was busy these days and really seldom hugged it.

"Don't be angry, I won't be like this in the future."

"Meow~"

Wang Qing raised the cat and looked at him, looking at it in surprise, "You know what I mean?"

"Meow~"

"Then who am I?"

"Meow meow~"

"It's not Meow Meow, it's Dad, read to me, Dad."

"Meow meow~"

"Hey, go eat." Wang Qing smiled and put Maomao down, and Maomao went directly to the table to grab the little yellow croaker, jumped back into Wang Qing's arms, and began to gobble it up.

"Small yellow croaker again? Why do you like eating small yellow croaker when there are so many delicious ones?"

Maomao ignored him and continued to eat.

"Well, if you like little yellow croaker so much, you can call him little yellow croaker."

"Meow~" Maomao seemed to like the name very much, and agreed happily, then slipped into Wang Qing's arms and continued to eat.

Wang Qing smiled, I have become a senior human seat.

However, since then, Mao Mao's plate has been moved from opposite to Wang Qing's left.

For another example, while sleeping.

The little yellow croaker is very clingy to Wang Qing, he needs to be hugged when eating, accompanied when going to the bathroom, and he can't spare his hands when working, so he just puts it on his shoulders.But when it comes to sleeping, Wang Qing's position is very firm and he is not allowed to follow.

"Little yellow croaker, you are so small, I am afraid that I will accidentally press you down, be good, go back to sleep on your own bed."

The little yellow croaker's expression lost instantly, his eyes looked at the floor, his ears drooped down, and he lay down on the door of Wang Qing's bedroom aggrieved, as pitiful as he could be.

"It's no use pretending to be pitiful, you have to go back to your own bed." Wang Qing decided not to give an inch.

The little yellow croaker still didn't move, so Wang Qing simply picked it up, put it on the bed, kissed the little yellow croaker goodnight, and went back to sleep.

When he got up the next day, Wang Qing opened the bedroom door, only to find the little yellow croaker lying on the bedroom door, looking at him pitifully.

"Don't act like a spoiled child!" Wang Qing held back the pain in his heart, picked up the little yellow croaker and stroked it gently, "It's not that I don't love you anymore, I'm really afraid of crushing you..."

On the morning of the third day, Wang Qing opened the door, and the little yellow croaker was still curled up in a ball, lying pitifully at the door.

Then on the third night, the little yellow croaker got his wish and climbed onto Dad's bed, curled up in a ball on Dad's chest, and purred comfortably.

Wang Qing looked at the little yellow croaker and smiled helplessly, how did you know that I was doing this?