All the stars want to be my owner

Jojo wandered around the pothole in disbelief for a long time, but he couldn't find anything except the smell of rats that was about to dissipate.

Outside the grass, Moore pushed aside the bushes and looked at the grass with stern eyebrows.

"what have you found?"

Facing Moore's serious and scrutinizing gaze, Jojo began to feel guilty.

He even crouched on the loosely planed soil, trying to cover up the marks.

The person was found, but the gift was gone.

What a shame...

Moore raised an eyebrow.

Just now, I was reminiscing with some veterans and ministers, and this little guy ran over tick-tock, with a hairy face, he kept rubbing his pants, and even stepped on his shoes with two small feet.

Moulben didn't want to pay attention to him, but the pressure on Yuanyuan's instep was too obvious, and he kept moving lightly and heavily.

He lowered his head and saw a cat's face with its head held high.

The long hairs on both sides of Maomao's cheeks spread out, which stretched his face and made the already small Maomao look younger; his pair of light blue cat eyes looked straight at Moore, with lines Xing's pupils did not deviate, and there was only His Majesty's shadow in his eyes.

For a moment, Moore felt that the little guy was expecting his attention.

This should be an illusion, but Moore somehow remembered the time when the little robot was peeping outside the study that day.

Did he start the behavior program of giving gifts again?

But so far, that doesn't seem to be the case.

Moore looked at the messy ground scratched by small things, and a certain cat that started to look around but never looked directly at him again, and a smile appeared in his heart.

He restrained his expression, but his tone revealed his thoughts: "You called me here just to watch you dig the dirt?"

"Meow~"

it's not~

Qiaoqiao simply lay down on the ground, showing her white and tender belly, with her front paws tucked in her chest, rubbing against the ground and tilting her head, looking at Moore innocently and coquettishly.

It wasn't for digging the soil, it was the big mouse that ran away!

From this condescending angle, Moore could clearly see Jojo's red tongue and soft belly.

At the same time that the little thing turned around coquettishly, that white belly even shook twice, trembling with seductive fluctuations.

The belly must be soft to the touch.

Moore couldn't help thinking so.

He moved his fingers lightly, which was quickly captured by Qiao Qiao.

The latter raised his head slightly, his big round eyes didn't blink, but his tail flapped excitedly, and he even started to make a slight purring sound from his throat.

Is Moore going to touch himself?

Feeling Jojo's fiery and expectant eyes, Moore's Adam's apple moved up and down.

No one around, if I could...

"His Majesty!"

Someone hurriedly walked over from the alley, with a slightly restrained but still extreme tone: "Your Majesty, the dance is about to begin."

Returning rationally, Moore clenched his relaxed fingers into fists.

He glanced flatly at the little guy who was still flapping his big tail, and replied calmly: "I see."

Seeing the owner leave quickly with the attendants, Qiao Qiao lay down on the ground in despair.

His cheeks were pressed against the ground, and he could feel the residual warmth of the sun and the faint smell of mice.

Woo... Moore hasn't touched himself for several days, and thought he could be touched this time...

what a pity.

But it doesn't matter, Qiao Qiao knows that the owner is very busy at work!Jojo will work hard too!

Shaking his ears, Qiaoqiao got up from the ground neatly and yelled a few times to cheer himself up.

He shook off all the dirt and dust on his body, then pressed his nose close to the dirt, and began to smell the smell of mice.

Here, here... Well, it ran this way!

Excitedly raising his pupils, Qiao Qiao followed the smell and started to run!

Madam Dinah's expression is not very good.

The dance was about to begin, but she sat face to face with her son Calvin in the study, looking at each other sternly.

"Calvin, why did you bring Carter to the palace privately?"

Calvin lowered his head, put his hands on his knees, and said nothing.

"I should have taught you the rules of the palace. Anyone who breaks into the palace without an application will be sentenced to death." Madam Dinah's expression became more severe, "Are you trying to kill Carter?"

"I didn't, mother!" Calvin's body shook, and he raised his head suddenly to defend himself, "Our family is going to the palace to participate in the imperial celebration, but leaving Carter alone at home, wouldn't it be cruel to him?"

Lady Dinah's expression softened a little.

She sighed: "Calvin, I know you are reluctant to part with Carter, but the imperial celebration is not the only one, and there will be opportunities in the future. At least this time, we did not apply for Carter to enter the palace, which is not good for him. Do you want him to be captured by the guards?"

Calvin was silent.

Madam Dinah stood up, kissed his forehead softly, and concluded the matter.

"You don't need to tell your father about this for now. Tomorrow morning, I will send someone to send Carter back to the second galaxy. And tonight, he needs to rest in my room to avoid being noticed by the maid. Calvin, the dance is about to begin Come on, let's change clothes."

A look of resignation appeared on Calvin's face.

But even though he clenched his fists and couldn't accept his mother's decision emotionally, his reason clearly told him that this was the best.

Lowering his head, Calvin didn't even say goodbye, and walked out of the study with a sullen head.

After a while, he held Carter and handed Carter to his mother.

Seeing the back of her son leaving dully, Mrs. Dinah shook her head helplessly, then turned around and sent the golden mouse Carter back to the room.

"I'm sorry." Madam Dinah looked softly at the golden squirrel standing on the dresser, and stroked the top of his head with her index finger. "Carter, I have to take you home tomorrow."

The golden squirrel, who was standing upright at first, bent down a little after hearing this sentence.

He squeaked twice, stretched out his two little paws, hugged Mrs. Dinah's index finger, and rubbed his soft cheek with attachment.

Lady Dinah sighed softly and put him on the little bed above the bay window.

"Carter, the snacks are on the window. We're going to the dance, and we'll be back soon."

Carter nodded his head, stood up from the bed, and waved his little paw vigorously as a farewell.

When the door creaked shut and the sound of Mrs. Dinah's pedaling downstairs could no longer be heard, Carter slowly sat back on the bed.

He clasped his paws in front of his chest, Xiaodou stared blankly at the scenery outside the bay window, a long shadow was drawn out of his small body by the moonlight.

……

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, Carter got up from the bed and wanted to find something to eat in the snack bag beside him.

But just as the soles of his translucent feet touched the marble window sill, an icy chill rushed up the entire body along the soles of his feet.

Carter froze.

He turned half his head tremblingly.

The curtain of the bay window was blown up by the night wind.

There, a pair of round eyes shining with green light were watching him quietly.

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