The actor's chinchilla has become fine

Ji Huai is afraid of trouble.

If a photo of him throwing away his chinchilla was caught by the paparazzi today, then the headline on the front page of tomorrow must be——

"Actor abuses pets on the street"

"What qualifications does Xiao Xianrou have to be a movie star, because he abuses pets?"

Such titles can be guessed without even thinking about it.

He didn't care. His mobile phone was almost useless except for making calls and sending text messages, but the manager's series of deadly calls still had a certain deterrent effect.

Between waiting for trouble to come and containing it, the natural choice is the second.

So, he took the damn chinchilla back home.

After Ji Huai threw him on the carpet, the dull Cong Yu vaguely knew that he didn't seem to be popular.

But after thinking about it, he didn't understand where he offended him. Could it be because he was forcibly used by him?

Then there is no way, he really can't afford to wait for the second person, between his own life and his face, he will naturally choose the first one, after all, he is just a chinchilla now.

Ji Huai frantically removed his hat and mask, and stood on the balcony looking out through the gap in the curtains.

Seeing that he wasn't paying attention to him, Cong Yu moved his feet silently.

no response?Move again.

No response yet?Move, move, move.

Finally, he ducked under the sofa.

Although he was under the sofa, the cool air-conditioned wind could still take care of him. He felt that every cell in his body was awakened, a feeling of being alive.

Even if his stomach is growling with hunger, at least his life should not be in danger so far... right?

"Hey."

Hearing the sound, Cong Yu sensitively looked through the gap of the sofa, and Ji Huai was talking to someone with his mobile phone facing him.

Under the dim light, he could clearly see his profile, a flawless profile!

If he had such a face in his previous life, no matter what game he played or what kind of homeboy he was, he would never go to the entertainment industry, and he would definitely kill all men, women and children!

Before Cong Yu finished, Ji Huai said irritably: "The paparazzi is downstairs, you go and deal with it."

Cong Yu:? ? ?

This person is a star?

To deal with paparazzi, this is definitely a star!

No wonder it's so good-looking, but why hasn't he seen him?

Although he doesn't know much about the entertainment industry, he still knows a little about those peerless male gods, but he swears that he has never seen this man.

Are you new?It doesn't look like...

"By the way, I picked up a mouse. Well, I'm at home. Come and deal with it."

???

mouse?

where?

This guy didn't just take him...

. . .

He's not a mouse, hey!

My Neighbor Totoro!He's a chinchilla, hello!

Although he is a murine, he is a chinchilla!My Neighbor Totoro! ! !

Cong Yu, who firmly refused to admit that he was dressed as a mouse, scratched at Ji Huai's back for a while, and then immediately sat down seriously when Ji Huai turned around, his eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to move.

He is a good old... Totoro, don't drive him away, he will be good.

After Ji Huai finished calling his assistant, he didn't care about him, and took a book and sat on the sofa to read it.

Coincidentally, he was sitting on Cong Yu's head. Cong Yu was taken aback by the sofa that suddenly collapsed. Totoro's natural startled reaction, coupled with the desire to urinate after holding back for a day, then...

Cong Yu shifted his position with a guilty conscience, and then glanced at the poop balls piled up next to him, emmmmm, if it were him, he would not want to raise such a rectal creature, how could a pet pull so many poop balls!

However, a guilty conscience cannot turn back time, nor will it dissipate the smell.

So even if Cong Yu knelt on the ground and sincerely prayed to God Tathagata Buddha with his palms together, it still couldn't stop Ji Huai from smelling that smell...

Ji Huai closed the book, and for the first time suspected that there was something wrong with his sense of smell, and the next second his mind turned, he thought of the mouse he had brought home.

Ji Huai stood up and looked around, but there was no trace of the mouse in his sight.

There are few shelters in his house, most of the furniture is floor-to-ceiling, only a small amount is suspended, and according to the source of the smell, it should be...

Cong Yu closed his eyes and prayed silently. He felt that the part of his head that had collapsed had returned to its original shape. After a moment of silence, he secretly opened one eye and looked around. Then, he saw that flawless face protruding from the gap in the sofa. come over.

Cong Yu took a deep breath, quickly closed his eyes, and said silently: "It's not me, it's not me, it's not me..."

Ji Huai looked at the shivering ball of fur under the sofa, and then at the dark hill next to him, his face sank: "Come out."

Cong Yu trembled in fright, struggled for a long time, but still opened his eyes, and got out from under the sofa with two trembling short legs.

The position where he got out happened to meet Ji Huai's hand helping the ground, he hesitated for a moment, out of the idea of ​​pleasing his future parents, he stretched out his pink and tender tongue, and lightly licked the back of Ji Huai's hand.

Ji Huai only felt that the back of his hand was wet. The mouse that didn't look like a mouse was resting its paws on the back of his hand. A pair of round, shiny black eyes looked at him softly, full of objection. His trusting, Rumu expression is like that of a human child.

The pink tongue sticks out from the white fluff that looks very soft and easy to touch, and tentatively licks his hand lightly. The round little head is half tilted like a foul, Ji Huai can only feel the palm of his hand. Itchy, he still remembers the touch of holding him, warm and soft, softer than the fucking Garfield raised by his mother.

Ji Huai turned over the back of his hand subconsciously, and Cong Yu was stunned for a moment, then nimbly jumped onto his palm, and licked him with his little tongue to flatter him.

Ji Huai held him up to his eyes, reached out and tapped his somewhat wet nose, and said in a serious and uncompromising tone: "You are not allowed to defecate anywhere."

Cong Yu was tilted backward by his point, and after stabilizing his body, he obediently rubbed his hand with his little head to show that he knew.

Ji Huai was itched by his rubbing hands, and restrained his movements with the other hand, the soft down was grasped into a ball, only a small head with bulging cheeks was exposed, which was quite cute.

Then he snorted twice from head to toe, feeling pretty good.

Cong Yu's hair was messed up by him. After he left with his big hand, he habitually shook the hair on his body, um, the hair is smooth.

Cong Yu plastered his hair in a good mood. He felt that he could stay this time. Didn't he hear his new master say that he is not allowed to defecate anywhere? This is to allow him to become a part of the family and to contribute to the family Strength, starting with the body.

Well, that's it, not just controlling the sphincter, no problem, he can, soeasy.

Cong Yu pleased Ji Huai with a swearing face, so his white hair was messy again.

This time, before he could shake his hair, he felt a sudden weightlessness on the soles of his feet, which made him shrink into a white ball in fright.

Ji Huai felt Cong Yu trembling slightly in the palm of his hand, he paused for a moment when he half-raised up, and then subconsciously slowed down his movements.

After Cong Yu felt that he was being placed on the ground steadily, he opened his eyes cautiously.

The object of entry was a white and slender hand with well-defined joints. That hand had grasped him twice, and he was very familiar with it.

But now there is a book in that hand, and it doesn't look like a book, it's more like a file folder, which is full of A4 papers full of words.

Cong Yu was startled, could this be the legendary script? !

Squinting his eyes and sneaking a peek at Ji Huai who was concentrating on reading the script, Cong Yu was very curious. To be honest, he was really curious about what the actor's script looked like.

He stretched his neck quietly, and before he could read a word, he was strangled by the big hand of fate.

Cong Yu froze for a moment, he, he probably hasn't done anything strange, besides, it's normal for chinchillas to be curious, and he shouldn't expose his nature of being a chinchilla because of such a trivial matter, and then be sent to experiment Room slice it...

While Cong Yu was anxiously waiting for Ling Chi's result, Ji Huai had already stretched out his hand and rubbed him heavily.

The feel is as good as ever.

After stroking Totoro, he turned the next page, and then continued to strove. He suddenly understood why his mother liked that Garfield.

Sure enough, it's cool to play with cats for a while, and it's always good to play with cats all the time.

But what he masturbated didn't seem to be the cat, but the cat's... food?

A fat rat?Or a squirrel?

Ji Huai turned his head to look at Cong Yu, his fingers were itchy, and he went up to rub again.

When his fingers passed by the neck, he keenly saw Cong Yu narrowing his eyes comfortably.

So his fingers intentionally poked towards the neck of the chinchilla. As soon as he touched it, Cong Yu shrank his neck in shock. The next second came from the instinct of the chinchilla, allowing him to instantly unlock the new posture.

It turns out that chinchillas are really comfortable when their necks are massaged.

So comfortable he wants to sleep!

Cong Yu twisted and twisted his body, tilted his head and sent his neck out, so that it was convenient for him to touch, whatever he wanted.

Ji Huai also seems to be addicted to touching, the soft touch of his fingertips is like touching a piece of marshmallow that has just been peeled off the sugar coating, it is soft to the bone.

Cong Yu's expression of enjoyment also gave him an inexplicable sense of pride.

The hands of the grandfather clock ticked and ticked mercilessly forward. The thick script spread out on the solid wood coffee table did not move after one page was turned. One person, one chinchilla, one teased the other was teased, it was actually the beginning Unimaginable harmony.

This is what Tong Le saw when he opened the door and walked into the living room.

The author has something to say: Totoro, who has been disturbing the master's work, should be dragged out and beheaded.