The King's Altar

Yuan Mingqing held a rose in his hand, and leaned against the door with a smile, silently watching Bei Le who sometimes wore a handkerchief and wept, and sometimes raised his eyebrows at the mirror.

Prior to this, Jiang Zhaowei ran away from home with nothing but a puppy; Feng Qule got a hen, stewed it into soup by himself, and ate it all while watching TV; When Chen Yuejin woke up and found out what happened, he went all over the street to find his good brother who had gone away; while Bei Le returned to his bedroom and ate a handful of rapeseed without hesitation, like a bird trying to grab its own tail. The rich and noble cats are irritable and restless, seeing Yuan Mingqing is even more sad from it, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai: "They are all unfamiliar animals!"

Yuan Mingqing laughed a few times calmly, and stepped forward: "I've heard it all, you're right, he's bad, it's all his fault. Come on, let me dance with you, don't be angry."

"Get out!" Belle shook off his hand, "Did you do it?"

"I beg you, don't be delusional." Yuan Mingqing's innocent face this time was not pretending, "Do you think I am God?"

"It's really not you?" Once bitten by a snake for ten years and afraid of well ropes, Bei Le has been bitten countless times by this handsome snake, and whenever he encounters emotional injuries, he reflexively believes that he is the hindrance.

Yuan Mingqing smiled helplessly: "Even if I am a god, I don't have such vicious heart to kill a litter of dogs."

Bei Le tried to provoke something, so he sat down on the sofa and sighed sourly: "I'm not even as good as a dog."

"He's not a good guy, so don't be too stubborn. Besides, you are a dragon and a phoenix among people, even a dog, and a distinguished guest among dogs." Yuan Mingqing followed suit and sat on the armrest of the sofa, pinning a rose on his neckline. The bull's head was wrong. Ma Zui comforted: "Actually, a dog loves its owner more than a cat, and you can't lose it even if you want to. Besides, Jiao Didi must have been taken away by someone else, and she definitely didn't want to go home on purpose..." Halfway through the sentence, he found that Bei Le Sao fidgeted with roses in front of the mirror, but didn't listen at all.

After a while, Belle tore off a few petals and sprinkled them around him, and put the incomplete rose on the leather top hat, "I said, have you thought through what I asked you to think about?"

"This is really embarrassing for me," Yuan Mingqing couldn't explain why, and smiled to himself: "It's too dreamy to be with him, there is rarely such a person, I want to kiss him whenever he talks , especially when playing the piano to me, it’s too beautiful to be true.”

Bei Le knew this answer already, three points lost, three points feeling three points sad, and one point relaxed, he bit off a small corner of the petal, sighed sadly, and said gracefully: "It's beautiful! Boy, if you want to dump me, just say so."

"No matter how beautiful it is, it can't compare to you." Yuan Mingqing laughed: "But I'm tired, and I'll regret it immediately after you give in, but it won't be easy in the future."

Bei Le stood up suddenly, raised his brows condescendingly, put on the leather gloves, and raised Yuan Mingqing's chin: "Hurry up and get rid of this obsession, and concentrate on dealing with the little lover who talks about it."

Yuan Mingqing still wanted to be talkative to take advantage of the words, but when he looked up, he saw Bei Le staring at the mirror, his mind was not on the conversation at all, so he had to shut his mouth wisely and let him indulge himself.

A literary and pretentious dialogue proceeded here and ended in silence.Bei Le watched his decadent and magnanimous posture in the mirror, and was shocked to find that the melancholy temperament of this gothic style was so moving, and he was dizzy for a while. He was completely fascinated by himself who had experienced double emotional trauma!

Jiang Zhaowei didn't go very far, Chen Yuejin found him in a pet shop on the street, and persuaded him with a bitter face: "Zhaowei, talk to the boss carefully! See, after chasing him so hard, he was a little shaken, You will regret falling out with him now."

Jiang Zhaowei scratched his face and rubbed it for a while, moaning a few times in pain, "I've already regretted it..."

Chen Yuejin was overjoyed: "Then go back soon! Isn't it embarrassing? Don't worry, I will speak well for you."

"How much is face worth? Bah!" Jiang Zhaowei rubbed his eyes sleepily, and spat: "The owner of the pet shop is out shopping, let me look around the shop for you, or I'd go back early."

Chen Yuejin wiped off his sweat: You really have no spine.

Jiang Zhaowei's expression was distorted and ferocious: "Don't you dare not let me keep a dog? I really want to kill him!"

The corner of Chen Yuejin's mouth twitched: "Please, please follow him before you get it done, after you get it done, it's not just what you like to do?"

"Follow him, of course follow him!" Jiang Zhaowei bulged his cheeks and looked at the sleeping puppy: "But what about the dog? Is it really lost?"

"Uh... how about throwing it away?" Chen Yuejin followed his gaze and looked at the pup.

The pup was wrapped in a pile of clean white cotton cloth, motionless.

Chen Yuejin poked the dog's head with his finger, "Why doesn't it move? Is it dead?"

The pup was full, with a round belly, and was struggling to sleep on his side, while King Kong Barbie had thick fingers and strong hands. With such a poke, the pup was completely turned over, "Yi——" a strange cry Woke up with a start, opened his eyes wide in shock, squirmed wildly with his four claws, his little tail trembled and trembled in horror.

Jiang Zhaowei laughed straight: "Don't be so cheap, I'll poke your stiff neck!"

"This little guy is so cute..." Chen Yuejin was also amused, leaned over and nuzzled the pup, smelling the smell of milk, "Oh, it's a pity that the boss doesn't want to keep it."

"I wiped it several times with a hot towel just now. It can eat and sleep. It is very fatal. It can't die." Jiang Zhaowei rested his chin on the table and kissed the dog's nose reluctantly, "Leave it to the owner of the pet shop. , meet someone who likes it, sell it or give it away, it doesn’t matter.”

In the evening, Jiang Zhaowei, wearing a dirty coat, followed Chen Yuejin and returned to the small western building empty-handed.

Bei Le raised the corner of his mouth coldly: "Feng Qu, Mr. Jiang is quitting, pay his salary, and ask this master to find another job."

"No!" Jiang Zhaowei sneered and wrapped him around him: "Master Belle, the little one should be damned, please forgive me, I will do it, and I will do it with you even to the death."

Bei Le was overjoyed, and rolled his eyes contemptuously, "Where's the dog?"

Jiang Zhaowei said with drooping eyebrows, "Give it away."

"Send to whom?"

"Street pet shop owner."

Bei Le was really afraid that Jiang Zhaowei would quit, so he secretly photographed a series of kennels, dog clothes, teething sticks, puppy milk powder, etc. on the Internet. It was convenient for him to put on airs, suppressed his eager tone and hummed: "It's not too bad. For the sake of your good attitude of admitting your mistakes, I will let it go." He thought: Anyway, the dog is in the pet shop, wait for the courier to arrive in two days, and then go to pick up the dog home.

"Well...then I'm going to cook, boss, I bought a hen this morning, and I'll make soup for you." Jiang Zhaowei rubbed his nose, feeling depressed, not jumping out as usual.

"The little hen was eaten." Feng Qu was annoyed to death by the boss and four colleagues who didn't work because of emotional problems, and made him manage the store all day by himself, and had to drive to deliver goods in the city in the afternoon , very busy, very hungry, and couldn't wait for the little nanny to cook, so I made two bowls of instant noodles, one for myself and one for Chen Yuejin.

Jiang Zhaowei was dissatisfied: "Damn! You can really eat it, have you eaten it all? There are no bones left?"

"The bones are in the trash can. If you want to eat them, go pick them up." Feng Qu didn't say that a pair of wings and a chicken leg were left buried in Chen Yuejin's instant noodles.

Chen Yuejin was sucking on the instant noodles, and happened to pull out the chicken wings, "Huh? Where did it come from..."

Feng Qu looked at him coldly, and warned with his eyes: dare to speak out and crush you to death.

Chen Yuejin lowered his head, turned his back to Jiang Zhaowei, took the chicken wings sweetly, chewed and swallowed the bones together.

Jiang Zhaowei was helpless: "Then I'll fry two vegetables and serve them with porridge."

Bei Le turned on the TV to watch the news, and raised his legs: "What else are you cooking? What time is it, don't be so troublesome, we also make two bowls of instant noodles."

"Okay," Jiang Zhaowei rolled up his sleeves and put on an apron, "Let me fry a poached egg for you."

Belle was delighted, but he still put on airs and asked lukewarmly: "Remember that the egg whites are lightly burnt and the egg yolks are half mature, add a little soy sauce, two drops of sesame oil, and a pinch of chopped green onion. Oh, remember to fry in olive oil, not blended oil."

"Oh, good." Jiang Zhaowei agreed resignedly, and secretly became ruthless in his heart: When I get into you, I will do it until you cry and beg for mercy!

Feng Qu kicked Chen Yuejin and said softly, "Why don't you tell him to bring the dog back? I don't believe the boss can do anything to him."

"Forget it, don't make trouble," Chen Yuejin muttered, "Let's save face for the boss."

"That dog is very cute, it must be very lively to keep." Feng Qu shook his head regretfully: "And we have a yard, which is also suitable for dogs to bury their bones...Huh? Where did you spit out your bones?"

"Eat it."

Feng Qu scolded with a smile: "Dog, you?"

Chen Yuejin leaned shyly on his shoulder, coquettishly: "What kind of dog do you want? Raise me, I'll be your dog."

Feng Qu hugged the big dog's neck with a smile, and tugged at the dog's hair: "Let me hear the bark."

"Wang~"

"A mouthful of oil, be damned, don't rub against me!"

Chen Yuejin stuck out his tongue like a dog, hula la licked his lips: "Woof~"

Belle grinned and commented: "It's disgusting."

Feng Qu quickly shot back: "You are disgusting, what kind of hat do you wear at home? You also don a broken flower, like a matchmaker."

Bei Le picked up the mirror to look left and right, and said, "You are good at everything, but you don't know aesthetics."

Feng Qu disdained: "It can only be said that A is honey, and B is arsenic."

"It can only be said that bees sting flowers and flies sting dung." Belle confronted each other.

The two were arguing endlessly with each other, and suddenly discovered the origin of the verbal war. Comrade Chen Yuejin stared at the TV and made a fool of himself.

On TV, a beautiful anchor of the local news is talking endlessly: "Last month, our station reported that the 6000 million prize was unclaimed for 30 days, and the person in charge of the lottery said that it would wait for the winner for [-] days. Today, our reporter continued to track this news and learned that tomorrow is the final deadline, and the overdue money will be donated to charity. However, this confused lottery winner still has no news. If he does not receive the prize tomorrow, he will lose [-] million yuan Millionaire's Chance..."

Feng Qu stopped the verbal war, frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Yuejin waved his hand nervously, "Hush."

The news reported the winning number, and the anchor repeated: "If the lucky winner sees the news, please bring your lottery ticket and ID card, and go to the lottery center to claim the prize. Tomorrow is the last day..."

Chen Yuejin stared at the winning numbers, opened his mouth in a daze, and did not respond for a long time.

Belle noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and came over: "Leap forward? Jealous?"

Chen Yuejin rolled his eyes dully, looked at Feng Qu, then at Bei Le, "It seems... I bought this number..."

"How is it possible? Are you hypoxic again?" Feng Qu pulled out a blunt smile in disbelief.

"Are you dreaming?" Lord Belle's eyes widened: 6000 million, what a huge number!

"Yeah...I, I..." Chen Yuejin's eyes became dizzy, sweat broke out on his forehead, "Let me think about it..."

Feng Qu looked at the TV, quickly wrote the numbers on the screen on his palm, and put them in front of Chen Yuejin: "Look clearly, think carefully!"

Chen Yuejin thumped his thigh, and suddenly shouted: "I remember!" He turned his head and stared at Feng Qu: "Last month I borrowed money from you to buy a lottery ticket, but you didn't borrow it, so you just threw me two coins, and then I... ...Bought one back..."

Feng Qu and Bei Le asked in unison: "And then?"

"Then? Then..." Chen Yuejin's scalp was numb: "Then I took it back and stuffed it casually... I forgot where to put it..."