Interstellar cat guide

At dawn, Cen Ziyan was pushed awake by the smart housekeeper in a daze, and got up with difficulty. When he opened his eyes, he saw Huo Jingchu standing in front of his bed with a cold face, and said condescendingly, "Go out to class."

Cen Ziyan, who hadn't slowed down, shuddered, and looked at the time, it was one minute to six.

"School is closed today." Cen Little Sheep Ziyan retorted softly.

Huo Jingchu Gujing Wubo: "Now you have it."

Seeing him go out, Cen Ziyan heaved a sigh of relief, and asked the smart housekeeper who hadn't left yet while getting dressed, "What's going on?"

A green light flashed in front of the robot's eyes, and he said with a serious look: "He wants to spend a two-person world with the master, please leave as soon as possible."

"But it's only six o'clock."

"Oh." The smart butler turned around coldly, and Cen Ziyan almost felt that he saw the iron bucket's contemptuous expression.

Dressing and washing at an unprecedented speed, when I arrived in the living room, I saw a plate of crude sandwiches on the table. Huo Jingchu was sitting on the sofa reading a book, and said without raising his head when he heard the voice: "Leave after eating."

"Senior, what did you do?" Cen Ziyan couldn't believe it.

Huo Jingchu let out a hmm from his nose, and a slight crease appeared on his brows, obviously a little impatient.

He can actually cook... Cen Ziyan stuffed breakfast into his mouth desperately, still slandering in his heart, it's true that the whole family doesn't come into the house, and at what age these two couples still cook by themselves.

Fearing that he would be frozen to death by Huo Jingchu's air-conditioning if he left late, the young master who used to be a god in the past finished his sandwich, picked up his bag and rushed out the door, as if escaping from hell.

After confirming that the person was gone, the man threw down the book from an unknown dynasty that he had just picked up casually, took out a thick cookbook from under the pillow of the sofa, and began to study what kind of dishes to cook for the sleeping person.Mao Mi likes light dishes, doesn't eat spicy food, prefers sweet but not too heavy, simple home-cooked dishes are the first choice, and must be able to cook together... Huo Jingchu imagined that two people cooking intimately together in the kitchen is like getting married Like a long-time lover, the corners of the mouth can't help but rise, and the mood of reading the recipe is even more pleasant.

After studying the recipes for three hours, and dealing with work affairs for another two hours, Huo Jingchu went into the kitchen to wash the rice and cook the rice. When the fire was turned on, he heard the small wheels of the smart housekeeper creaking over, telling Mao Mi almost waking up.

It’s been a long time since I slept so long. Mao Mi tossed and tossed under the quilt for a long time. When she woke up, she felt that today’s home was too quiet, so she walked away yawning with her fluffy hair When I arrived at the living room, I could smell the aroma of food keenly as soon as I arrived.

He turned his face to look at the kitchen, with his back to the man who was cooking. He was wearing a thin sweater suitable for spring. The loose pants and the fluffy slippers he bought made him look a little cute, with wide shoulders, narrow waist, and obvious long legs. The back view is as charming as a famous watercolor painting.

"Morning." He turned his face slightly and said with a smile. The black hair that was usually combed back is now hanging obediently in front of his eyes, concealing a bit of his coldness and sharpness. The light gilded his side face with a layer of gold. , such as praising this handsome creature like a god.

Mao Mi stared blankly for a while, and walked forward involuntarily. It was the first time he saw Huo Jingchu's homely appearance, and his heart really beat.

"Morning." Only then did he remember to respond, and walked to Huo Jingchu's side. The man's slender fingers were holding a knife to chop vegetables. The shredded carrots were sliced ​​thin and even, like a work of art.

Huo Jingchu suddenly stopped the knife, and raised a gentle smile, "Look." As he spoke, he spread out his palm, only to see a small cat carved out of a small piece of carrot lying on it, lifelike and extremely cute.

Mao Mi sighed and carefully caught the carrot cat, fiddled with its upturned tail, felt his whole body melt, and countless pink bubbles flew out of his chest, filling the entire kitchen.

"You are amazing." Mao Mi held the cat's eyes and lit up. "Let me help you too."

Huo Jingchu leaned over and kissed him on the cheek very much for this kind of adoring eyes, and agreed wholeheartedly: "Okay."

After getting the answer, Mao Mi immediately turned back to wash her teeth. When she was brushing her teeth, she remembered the carrot cat in her trouser pocket and couldn't help laughing.

Without Huo Jingchu's good knife skills, Mao Mi consciously washed vegetables, and was fed by Huo Jingchu from time to time, and suddenly felt a bit like a cat.

After frying the carrots, Huo Jingchu started preparing the sweet and sour pork ribs again.Handle the ribs extremely neatly, rinse the pot under cold water, pour an appropriate amount of cooking wine and other condiments, and close the lid. The series of actions only takes a few minutes.Mao Mi took advantage of this time to make snacks, but was caught off guard by Huo Jingchu and fed another rock sugar, the tip of her tongue curled up and her eyes narrowed.

"What about me?" Huo Jingchu, who was waiting bitterly for the cover to be uncovered, asked.

Mao Mi had no choice but to cut a piece of the cake out of politeness and put it in front of his thin lips.

Huo Jingchu took the opportunity to hold his hand, keeping him still, with his lips slightly parted, he ate the cake, and kissed his fingertips casually.

Feeling the softness, Mao Mi withdrew her hand like an electric shock, wrinkled her nose: "Don't make trouble."

In this way, you come and go, the meal is not finished until one o'clock, and they sit together and eat the meal warmly, and the two of them are covered with sticky blankets and watch TV together on the sofa.

Halfway through the show, Mao Mi suddenly remembered something: "Where did Cen Ziyan go?"

Huo Jing said calmly, "He has classes at school."

"That's it." Mao Mi nodded without doubting him, but Huo Jingchu suddenly smiled, "Does this look like a couple who worry about their children?"

The leg under the blanket kicked him lightly in an instant.

Huo Jingchu immediately pretended to be in pain, and fell into his arms. Looking at his pointed chin, delicate collarbone, and green eyes, he said aggrievedly, "It hurts."

"..." Mao Mi was amused and liked by his appearance, and Huo Jingchu was the only one who would show such a childish side in front of him, "Where does it hurt, let me show you?"

After thinking about it, he kicked his own part just now, but the person he proposed blushed first, and slowly got up and said, "Just a kiss."

Mao Mi also blushed for a moment, hesitated for a while, thinking that they were all together, such hesitation would be too hypocritical, so she settled down and kissed the corner of his mouth readily, and she left with the touch, seductive without knowing it.

What the two of them were thinking at this time was actually very similar, and Huo Jingchu was also feeling that Mao Mi had relaxed a lot in getting along with him now, and even a little more cute and self-willed—or it was based on his liking, and he could play around , you can joke, you can bicker and play house more childishly than children, this is just the most common way of getting along between couples, but it is what he has been looking forward to for a long time, and it is only seen in his dreams.

The speed at which they were progressing made him reluctant to leave at all.

Too bad they were all too busy.

Snuggling together and watching the messy TV programs, Huo Jingchu rubbed his chin on the furry head of the person in his arms, seeing that he was a little drowsy, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Mi, I have to go to work."

"Be careful on the road and pay attention to rest."

"Understood." Huo Jingchu stood up lightly, and Mao Mi, who was about to fall asleep, slid down on the sofa.

Covering him with a blanket, Huo Jingchu looked at him for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Are you asleep?"

Mao Mi's eyelashes moved, and she muttered, "Not yet..."

"I'm preparing for a very important job, just keep busy for a while."

"Ah."

He had already fallen asleep in a daze, and he responded reflexively.

Shaking his head with a smile, he closed the curtains of the living room, and told the smart housekeeper to keep an eye on the temperature in the room, and then he walked out of the tender village step by step.

The car is already waiting downstairs.

Cheng Ziyang saw that he was sitting in, handed the brain to him, and quickly started the car: "I found a few venues for you, and those people heard that you were willing to fight, so you can take a look first. "

"I said, as long as Shen Xing." Huo Jingchu scanned the few pages of electronic information and frowned.

"They don't open it to the entertainment industry at all. The last time it was opened to you was an exception when you were 17 years old. Now the host has changed. Are you sure..."

"It's not an exception for me, you can contact me again."

Cheng Ziyang raised his eyebrows and said curiously: "So confident? I know that with your status, you can choose any venue you want. The National Grand Theater can be offered with both hands easily, but this kind of private collection..."

"Haven't you checked the owner?" Huo Jingchu said with pursed lips.

"Owner?" Cheng Ziyang let the car start the semi-automatic driving program, and at the same time clicked on the relevant information of the intelligent brain "Shenxing Weijing". In the column of secret information, the current owner of Shenxing is Huo Zongqi. He was so familiar, it wasn't until he looked back at Huo Jingchu that he suddenly realized, "It's... you, you, you, your brother?"

Huo Jingchu nodded and said, "Five years ago, Mr. Wei Guanda, a scientist, conducted a secret auction on Shen Xing, and I let him buy it."

After finishing speaking, he said again: "Old Wei can be regarded as half of his mentor and consultant, and it will be no regret if you can sell him to Old Wei."

Cheng Ziyang was dumbfounded, and after a long while he said loudly: "You never told me these things! I have never seen your brother who can't see the end of the dragon, how many secrets do you have!"

Thinking that he didn't tell himself these things, causing himself to contact Shen Xing and getting frustrated, Cheng Ziyang became even more dissatisfied, and planned to say a few words before listening to Huo Jing: "You know my relative's name, you should remember it. Hold on, and read the information carefully. You are a five-star agent, but recently... your state seems to be far worse than before."

Cheng Ziyang's heart, which was still hot just now, froze in an instant, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, he finally realized what he had done, "Yes... I'm sorry, I should check it out, and I shouldn't contact other people in vain. venue."

"En." After explaining, Huo Jingchu leaned back slightly, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Cheng Ziyang was still swearing: "I will definitely make your comeback shocking." He didn't know that his words made the man dumbfounded.

As for Mao Mi, he slept very comfortably this time, and he didn't wake up until late in the evening. Maybe he was afraid of Huo Jingchu, but Cen Ziyan still didn't come back.

After pouring himself a glass of water, Mao Mi always felt that there was movement outside the door, so he opened a crack, poked his head out to look around, and lowered his head casually before closing the door, but saw a box outside the door.The box was covered with cloth, and a white puppy was squatting on the cloth.

Mao Mi opened the door at once, squatted down cautiously, gently hugged the puppy, rubbed its head, and saw a small sign on its neck with the word "refrigerator" engraved on it .

"Your name is Refrigerator?" Mao Mi froze for a moment, hugged it in his arms with a smile, and let it lick back and forth, "Little guy, what happened?"

The refrigerator made a milky sound, and then licked his neck and chin.

"Hahahaha, itchy." Mao Mi pulled it away a little bit, seeing its cute appearance, his heart became a puddle of water, "Then follow me for now, and return it to him when your master comes to find you." Okay?" While talking, Mao Mi brought him into the house and made a bowl of paste for him to eat first.

Although he said temporarily, he had already clicked on the online shopping mall and bought various items for it.

While shopping, he suddenly thought of whether the refrigerator and Maomao would fight if they met.

"Take you to meet your cat friend some other day." Mao Mi lightly poked the little head who was desperately eating.