The wealthy old cat always wants to go to bed

It was another quiet night.

Ruan Jingshi quietly squatted on the head of Zhuang Xi's bed, raised a cat's paw and gestured at him twice, trying to find a suitable position to imprint her own exclusive mark.

This is not a whim.

This Saturday, Jin Chengshu asked Zhuang Qi to meet at his studio at ten o'clock in the morning.This time the journey is far away, pets cannot enter the subway, even if Ruan Jingshi wanted to follow, she was powerless.

That bad guy Jin Chengshu... How can I rest assured that Zhuang Qi and him are staying in a completely invisible place, who knows what will happen!

In case he used some cunning tricks, Zhuang Xi was caught unknowingly, and agreed to him in a daze...

The scene of the two exchanging rings in foreign cathedrals slowly appeared before Ruan Jingshi's eyes...

Ahhhhhh this is absolutely not possible! !

Ruan Jingshi frantically shook his head.

Zhuang Qi can't be with others, he has to be single until he catches up with him!single! !

So, we must do something, otherwise... the one who exchanged rings with Zhuang Xi in the cathedral is another wild man!

Ruan Jing raised the cat's paw again, just as Zhuang Qi turned over slightly, revealing half of the back of his fair neck.

His eyes lit up, and here it is!

The sinful cat's paw stuck out, in order not to wake up Zhuang Qi, who was not really sleeping, Ruan Jingshi moved extremely gently, and the pad of flesh gently touched the white skin that would still make people feel dazzling even in the dark.

He maintained this posture and waited for a while, then moved the cat's paw to see that the original white area was still the same, and there seemed to be no trace left.

What was stuck to the cat's paws had dried from the long delay.

He turned around and landed lightly, and after a few ups and downs, he came to the inkpad box he had accidentally discovered, raised the tip of his claws, and pushed open the cover, and the cat's claw that had just laid hands on Zhuang Xi went into the small iron box One dip.

Raising the paw again, Ruan Jingshi was full of confidence, and walked back with two hind legs.When he got to the bed, in order not to stain the sheets, he lifted up the cat's paws that were stained with ink mud, and climbed onto the bed with difficulty.

This time it will be fine.

Ruan Jing pressed the cat's paw neatly on the place she had chosen, leaving a crooked plum blossom footprint.

Looking at this paw print, Ruan Jing was satisfied.

Although I can't follow you in person, my cat's paw print will protect you instead of me, so it can be used as a talisman.

The morning sun illuminated the room, and today is another rare fine weather.

Zhuang Qi, who woke up naturally from sleep, slowly sat up on the bed, and began to stare at the opposite white wall to wake up.

Ruan Jingshi, who had done "bad things", was right under his nose, cautiously huddled in the cat's nest, observing him secretly.

As usual, Zhuang Qi went to the bathroom to wash up, came back to change clothes, and rubbed his head when he passed the cat's nest... until he went out, he didn't find a cat's paw print on the back of his neck.

Ruan Jingshi's tightly held breath finally relaxed.

This is what he expected, based on his understanding of Zhuang Qi, as long as his face is washed clean and his sleeping hair is tidied up, Zhuang Qi won't take a second look in the mirror.

It's not that Ruan Jingshi never thought about using the spray again and accompanying him secretly as a human. After careful consideration, he gave up the idea.

The effect of the spray is not stable. There are too many unknown variables along the way. Once something goes wrong in any link, he doesn't even want to think about the consequences.

Ruan Jingshi chose to stay in the room honestly, waiting for someone to come back.

At least... Zhuang Qi took his cat paw prints out of the house.

Thinking of this, Ruan Jingshi's unwillingness and frustration were swept away.

In fact, his paw prints didn't have any magical effects, and Ruan Jingshi couldn't explain why he did this.

The moment the paw print was pressed down, he felt inexplicably at ease, and there seemed to be a nonsensical voice in his ear, saying with a little arrogance: Put on the paw print of Ben Meow, and from now on, you will be Master Ben Meow's man!

These words perfectly interpret Ruan Jingshi's inner thoughts.

Can't run away.

That person will be his left and right.

Zhuang Qi and Qian Bujuan reunited smoothly on the subway, and the two found their own corners, one was drowsy while hugging the railing, and the other was holding the upper handrail, vacantly facing the poster in the carriage.

The car door opened and closed several times, and after a few groups of people got off, Qian BuBan finally had a chance to slowly dawdle by Zhuang Xi's side.

He grabbed an empty armrest, just about to chat with Zhuang Qi casually, when he noticed the eye-catching color half-covered by his collar, he screamed out of Qian Bu Bu's throat full of anger: "Ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Zhuang Xi frightened him so much that he glanced sideways, Qian Buban gnawed on his fist, and pointed at him tremblingly with the other hand: "Tell me, where did you go fooling around!"

"What fool?" Zhuang Xi didn't know what kind of nerves he was getting, his brows were slightly frowned.

"Still sophistrying!!" Qian Bujin looked so much like an old mother who found out her daughter's puppy love before the college entrance examination, and was so angry that she lost her mind. "Look at the good things you have done..."

Pulling back his collar aggressively, Qian Bujin looked at the bright cat paw print for a moment, then burst out laughing wildly: "What did you do to the cat? How could you leave paw prints in such a place?"

Zhuang Qi was a little confused, and handed over his mobile phone: "Take a picture, let me see."

Qian Bujin found a good angle, took a picture of the neck and paw prints, and sent it to Zhuang Xi.

The bright red color is indeed intriguing if you don't pay attention.

Zhuang Qi felt very awkward. After seeing the familiar cat's paw print, the disgust in his heart eased a lot.

He was also puzzled: "How did you do it?"

"Ask me?" Qian Bujin couldn't stop laughing, "Go home and interrogate your cat. What did they do to you while you were sleeping?"

The more Zhuang Qi looked at it, the more surprised he felt, holding it in his hands was like a treasure, and asked Qian Buju to find a good composition of light and shadow, and took a few serious photos for him.

The money is not enough Gou Xingsong quickly took a few pictures, and then threw it to Zhuang Qi as if the phone was hot, "It's almost done, I can guess what the circle of friends wrote when those two whispered for a while... ...'Shocked, two men in the subway posed for kiss marks, suspected to be showing affection'."

"Vulgar." Zhuang Xi criticized him unceremoniously, "How can hickeys compare with this?"

"Then what is this?" Qian Bujin asked, "Elegant little footprints??"

"This is..." Zhuang Qi said without hesitation, "the proof that cats love me."

The money is not happy to draw: "Who was it before, who resisted the matter of raising cats three times in a row, and you can count all the disgusting faces."

Zhuang Qi put his mobile phone in his pocket, like an actor on stage, pressed his right hand to his chest, and bowed slightly: "I feel ashamed of my shallow self back then."

Money will laugh at the end.

However, the cat's claw incident did not end there.

When he arrived at the studio, Jin Chengshu also quickly noticed the unusually eye-catching bright colors.

All morning, Zhuang Xi was busy doing tests on people, so he sat by the side with his chin resting on his hands, staring at the back of Zhuang Xi's neck and thinking secretly.

He couldn't hold his breath better than Qian, and it was at lunch time that he pretended to ask Zhuang Qi who was walking in front, "May I ask, your neck..."

Jin Chengshu's protracted syllables were strangled in his throat, and Zhuang Qi's reaction was very different from what he had imagined. He neither covered his neck in panic, nor stopped in embarrassment.

On the contrary, Zhuang Qi quickly turned his head, his eyes flashed with a light that Jin Chengshu couldn't understand, and he opened the neckline with his fingers, revealing the bright red mark: "My cat, press it for me."

Envy?

you have not.

Jin Chengshu, who understood his eyes, was in a daze. Who would envy the cat's paw prints of an ugly cat? Is it worth showing off?

Zhuang Qi was still waiting for his answer, but Jin Chengshu bit his bullet and said, "Wow, I'm so envious, I really want one of the same style."

Zhuang Qi let go of his neckline, with a faint smile on his lips, the pride and pride that couldn't be hidden in his eyes: "Impossible, you don't have a smart cat like me."

Jin Chengshu: "..."

As the host, Jin Chengshu took Zhuang Qi and Qian Bujin to a nearby fast food restaurant with a good reputation, and also took this opportunity to get acquainted with each other and strengthen their relationship.

The three found a corner where they would not be disturbed, and Jin Chengshu sat down first, and was about to ask Zhuang Xi to sit next to him, but the money was not enough to occupy his ass, and he actively asked Zhuang Xi to sit on the opposite side.

Jin Chengshu's half-raised hand could only be put down without embarrassment.

At the dinner table, he wanted to take this good opportunity to brush up Zhuang Qi's favorability, but that person surnamed Qian didn't know if it was on purpose, or because he was born with a bad sense of speech, and every time he spoiled the atmosphere thoroughly.

It was too obvious, Zhuang Xi also noticed that something was wrong after going back and forth, and looked at Jin Chengshu suspiciously several times before the meal completely stopped.

Zhuang Qi has been staying in Jin Chengshu's studio until it was dark. He has passed Jin Chengshu's assessment and signed the project contract and confidentiality agreement.

Having seen everyone's tests, Zhuang Xi basically knew it well, and after finding Jin Chengshu to finalize the final candidate, Qian Bujin urged Zhuang Xi and dragged him out in a very impolite way.

After leaving the building where the studio was located, Qian BuBan returned to the man Zhuang Qi was familiar with. He seemed to have no backbone, but occasionally showed a sense of loyalty unexpectedly.

On the way back, he kept complaining to Zhuang Qi: "The man named Jin, he is... right? Oh my god, this is the first time I've seen a gay man like him. A sissy who walks on her legs is not counted...he is not a sissy, but his eyes are always sticky when looking at people, and his smile is not clear, and the hairs on my back are standing on end!"

Zhuang Qi followed his words and nodded: "Yes, it looks like it."

"Didn't you find out before?" Qian Buquan felt strange, "An ordinary person like me can see that, you should be more sensitive in this regard, right?"

"I don't pay much attention to this." Zhuang Xi said, "A few times ago, I just thought he was too enthusiastic. People who often go to the wine table have this kind of personality, and they didn't think deeply about it."

As soon as it got dark, the roadside barbecue stalls were set up one after another. The tempting aroma permeated the night, with smoky and layered rich atmosphere, which first seduced people's nose and then captured people's stomach.

In normal times, Qian Bu would find various reasons to drag Zhuang Qi into the shop, order two bottles of wine, grill a plate of small skewers, and fill his stomach first.

At this moment, he didn't have the heart to pay attention to other things. When the two of them were about to reach the subway entrance, they couldn't hold back the money anymore, and asked full of confusion: "I have a question, I don't know if it's appropriate to ask it."

Zhuang Qi gave him a puzzled look: "You ask."

How do you know if it fits if you don't ask.

"You said that you don't even pay attention to this, and you don't like to have any physical contact with the same sex. Is it... that you have been hurt in this regard before, leaving a shadow?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Zhuang Qi:? ? ?

Zhuang Qi: I'm not, I haven't, don't talk nonsense.