Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

"It's okay, it's okay, you say it, you say it, if there is something I did not do well, you just say it, communication is conducive to mutual understanding."

Mr. Tiger spoke very sincerely, Zong Jue hesitated for a moment.

Said: "When I was very young, I met a cat, which looked very similar to your cat. It was a very cute tabby cat. I really wanted to keep it, but it was not allowed where I lived.

Later, it disappeared, and I was always very sad, so when I saw you raising a cat, I hope you can treat it better, otherwise, if it leaves one day, you will definitely regret it. "

"Don't worry, it won't go away."

Mr. Tiger said casually, and received Zong Jue's disapproving gaze, he hurriedly said: "It's true, if your family opens a butcher shop, it will never leave, it is a carnivore by nature."

"Carnivorous? Are you talking about yourself?"

Zong Jue said angrily: "In addition to caring for a pet, you also need to discipline it well. It has such a bad temper. It can be seen that you usually let it go. You will harm it if you do this."

"Believe me, Xiaojue, he usually has a good temper. He got angry at you last night because you didn't give him meat."

"how do you know?"

"Uh..." Mr. Tiger rolled his eyes and said, "Because it was unhappy all night last night. It can only be happy when it eats meat."

"What kind of pet does the owner have, but cats really can't eat those things. If you really cherish it, don't get used to it."

"No, no, no, it can eat meat. It is not an ordinary cat. The doctor said it has a disease, and it can only survive if it eats meat regularly."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Really, why should I lie to you? If you don't believe it, you'll know when you feed it next time."

"Well, we have a pet hospital here. When we are free, we will take it for vaccinations and ask the doctor by the way. If the doctor says it can be eaten, then that's fine."

So in order to eat meat, he still has to get an injection?

"Ok, no problem!"

For a beautiful meat-eating life in the future, Mr. Tiger sold himself without hesitation.

After Zong Jue finished his meal, he picked up the bowls and chopsticks and went to the kitchen, letting Mr. Tiger sit down casually while he went to wash the dishes.

Mr. Tiger couldn't sit still, so he also went to the kitchen. Seeing Zong Jue rubbing his waist from time to time while doing things, he asked, "Does your back hurt?"

Zong Jue blushed, and said vaguely, "It accidentally flashed while moving something."

"Why do you think you are so weak? You have a cold and a fever, and you have a waist...Ah!"

In the middle of Mr. Tiger's speech, seeing Zong Jue's unnatural expression, he came to his senses—could it be because of his rough actions last night?

As a huge beast, Mr. Tiger also knows that even a small move by him will hurt others.

That's why my husband turned him into a very small one before. I didn't expect him to be so strong after turning into a human form. It was obvious that he was only slightly touched, and he was injured.

"sorry Sorry sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?"

Zong Jue looked at him strangely. Mr. Tiger was at a loss for words. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and said immediately, "Because you are uncomfortable, I still let you do things. Isn't that right?"

He snatched the dishes and chopsticks to wash them, and said, "Go to the living room and rest, and I'll give you a massage later, I'll give you a top-notch massage."

Zong Jue couldn't compete with him, so he had to go to the living room. Mr. Tiger washed the tableware a few times, and cleaned up the kitchen by the way.

When he returned to the living room, he saw Zong Jue turning over the sofa and chairs, holding a box in his hand.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm looking for a wallet, it's strange, I put it here, why is it gone?"

"Is there a thief? How much money is lost?"

Mr. Tiger is gearing up, thinking that if he dares to steal the boss's things, he must be impatient. See if I will strike you to death with a single lightning strike!

"The money is not lost. I mean the wallet that came by courier yesterday. Look, the box is still there, but the wallet is gone."

"what!"

Seeing the box containing the wallet in Zong Jue's hand, Mr. Tiger remembered how he bit into his new wallet in a moment of anger last night. If it really struck lightning, he would have to strike himself.

He yelled loudly, Zong Jue turned around and asked, "Did you find it?"

How dare Mr. Tiger tell the truth, he shook his head again and again.

"No, no, no, I just saw cockroaches, I am, I am afraid of cockroaches."

"No way?"

Zong Jue looked at the man in front of him up and down. He was tall and strong, and he didn't look like a person who was afraid of cockroaches.

He wondered amusedly whether this was a cute contrast, but when he thought of the cockroaches in the house, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Mr. Tiger observed his words and felt that Zong Jue was not very happy. He comforted him, "Don't worry about it. I'll buy you a new wallet. Do you like LV, Gucci or Chanel?"

Please forgive Mr. Tiger for his shallow knowledge. His knowledge of famous brands is limited to these well-known names.

"The wallet is nothing, I will buy it later, I am worried about cockroaches in the house.

We sell food, and hygiene is very important. We didn’t have it before, and we don’t have any medicine to kill cockroaches at home. It seems that we have to buy it. "

Mr. Tiger didn't expect that his casual remark would cause trouble to Zong Jue again. He was quite embarrassed and said, "Sit down."

"sit down?"

"Oh, I tell you to sit down and you sit down."

Mr. Tiger pulled Zong Jue to sit down, gave him another pillow, and asked him to lean on the armrest of the sofa with the pillow in his arms.

"Aren't you feeling bad in your back? I'll give you a massage. We'll talk about those things later."

After he finished speaking, he lifted up the hem of Zong Jue's pajamas, revealing his fair skin. He rubbed his hands, pressing his palms on Zong Jue's waist and rubbing them.

This movement was too fast, Zong Jue smiled wryly, thinking that this man's desire to control is so strong, which is even worse than Chen Fengyang's.

But this is what he does. When Chen Fengyang made any decision, he would refute it, but now...

Well, they didn't give him a chance to refuse at all.

And he wasn't unhappy, probably because of the man's massage skills, right?

Zong Jue explained to himself in this way, but felt that the palms of his hands were a bit rough, there should be many calluses, and massage would bring pain from friction.

But as he rubbed it, the warmth slowly spread from his waist. It was a wonderful feeling, which reminded him of those erotic dreams involuntarily.

The man's palm and the object in the dream were also rough, and his movements were also very rough, but it was the direct and clear behavior that made him like it.

Feeling that the palms were gradually moving below the waist, Zong Jue's mind flashed some images that shouldn't be there, and his stomach suddenly became hot.

He panicked, hurriedly pushed Mr. Tiger away, said he was much better, and ran upstairs to change his clothes.

Mr. Tiger was sitting alone on the sofa in a daze. He was afraid that he would turn back into a cat if he abused the magic spell, so he just had an ordinary massage, but he didn't expect the effect to be significant.

Touching his head, he muttered, "Maybe I can really open a medical clinic."

He waited downstairs for a while, but he didn't see Zong Jue coming down, so he went upstairs directly, thinking that it would be nice to take the opportunity to watch his lover change clothes.

Sorry, Mr. Tiger is out of his mind.

In his ideology, since there is a physical relationship, he is a lover, even though he is not recognized.

It's a pity that Chunguang didn't see it, Zong Jue had already changed his clothes.

He had a physical reaction just now, and he managed to hold it back, but when he turned around, the man followed him, and he was startled.

Mr. Tiger also found that his behavior was too abrupt, there was nothing he could do, who made him know the way here, so he scratched his head and found an excuse.

"Can you lend me two clothes?"

"Borrow clothes?"

"Yeah, I moved here in a hurry and didn't bring any clothes. Look, this one is from yesterday. You just said that if you don't pay attention to hygiene, you will attract cockroaches."

When Zong Jue first heard him talk about borrowing clothes, he thought this man was too strange, but after imagining a thick man being chased by a small cockroach, he couldn't help laughing.

Looking him up and down, he said, "You can't wear my clothes, but my father's should be about the same."

He took Mr. Tiger to the next room, searched in the cabinet, and took out a suit of clothes.

"This one should fit you, it's just a little weird, do you mind?"

Tiger took it and unfolded it, but it was a gray and white Tang suit. Looking at the stitching, the workmanship was quite exquisite, and there was a gold thread on the buckle.

He said, "I've seen it on TV, so it turns out that there are still people wearing it like this in real life."

"This is the outfit his old man wears when he works part-time, and he doesn't usually wear it too much. This is all I have."

"It's fine, I'll wear it."