It's my first time being a cat

The celebration banquet was over, and the cups and plates on the table were messed up. A group of people were so drunk that they fell to the ground in all directions.

Fortunately, the film crew has a car, so that these drunks will not be allowed to live on the streets, but they have to be sober to carry them all into the car.

"Come on, Manager Chen, I respect you!" Zhou Bin staggered as he walked, still yelling.

Chen Wei'an shoved him into the car seat in disgust, and covered his nose: "Heh, how much did they drink, and the smell is too strong!"

In contrast, Zhu Xiaoming, who was drunk, seemed much more obedient, and followed Gu Jingyao step by step, without making any noise, but his eyes were empty, and it could be seen that he was not clearly drunk.

Chen Wei'an waved his hand curiously in front of Zhu Xiaoming's eyes, Zhu Xiaoming blinked in a daze, and subconsciously reached out to grab Gu Jingyao's arm.

Zhu Xiaoming was so obedient as a cat, Chen Wei'an glanced at Gu Jingyao teasingly: "The relationship between the two of you has improved by leaps and bounds. As expected of a director, even this young master can teach you."

Gu Jingyao ignored him, opened the door, protected the car frame with one hand, and let Zhu Xiaoming sit in the back seat.

The Mercedes-Benz business car can seat seven people in the front and back, and Chen Wei'an naturally followed Zhu Xiaoming, ready to sit in it.

Who knew that Gu Jingyao raised his chin towards him and said, "You and Zhou Bin should ride in the same car, they are too drunk, please help me watch."

Chen Wei'an looked at the empty back seat of the business car, Zhu Xiaoming huddled in the seat, only showing half of his flushed side face, his ears were dyed a thin layer of red because of drunkenness, much like the capillary-rich ear tips of small animals.

Chen Wei'an was stunned, until he got into the car, he still didn't understand, Gu Jingyao's car was so empty, why was he assigned to be crowded with a group of drunks?

Gu Jingyao sat in the back seat with Zhu Xiaoming and opened him a bottle of mineral water.

Zhu Xiaoming took the bottle, held it with both hands, and licked it in small sips.

Gu Jingyao found it interesting, Zhu Xiaoming was really as good as Chen Wei'an said when he was drunk, as obedient as a cat, oh no, it may be much more obedient than when he was a cat.

When Zhu Xiaoming was a cat, he would stretch out his paws and scratch people at every turn.

The car was driving on the uneven road. The road in Tongcheng was steep and bumpy when going downhill. Gu Jingyao stretched out his hand to protect Zhu Xiaoming's forehead.

His forehead hit the warm palm, Zhu Xiaoming suddenly retracted into the seat as if he had turned on the switch, put his hands on his chest, raised his chin and stared at Gu Jingyao vigilantly: "Who are you! Where are you taking me? I Warning, I'm not a kitten who just walks with people!"

Gu Jingyao knew that his speech was illogical when he was drunk, but he didn't know what script he was using, so he raised his eyebrows and sang along with him to act.

"Oh? So you are a kitten?"

Zhu Xiaoming nodded: "Yes, I still have a name, my name is Zhumi!"

Gu Jingyao was overjoyed and laughed lowly.

Zhu Xiaoming frowned when he heard the laughter, thinking that the person in front of him was laughing at him and was about to scratch him with his hand, he really regarded himself as a cat.

It's a pity that Zhu Xiaoming was drunk and had no energy, so Gu Jingyao grabbed him in the palm of his hand with a backhand.

He whispered: "Why did the kitten with the name get drunk and let me pick it up? I think you are lying."

Zhu Xiaoming curled his lips and shouted, "Can't I run away from home? Gu Jingyao is mean and mean. I hate him and don't want to stay with him."

Zhu Xiaoming was drunk and scolded with righteous indignation. Gu Jingyao didn't know that he was so annoying, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why is he so bad?"

When Zhu Xiaoming heard this, he muttered like peas in a bamboo tube, and counted Gu Jingyao's crimes with his fingers: "He said I took a shortcut! He said I was a little fat cat! He also threw away my biscuit scarf and paintings!"

Gu Jingyao was taken aback for a moment. At that time, he thought it was harassment from illegitimate fans and asked Xiao Xia to deal with it. He never thought that those things were actually sent by Zhu Xiaoming.

Speaking of these things, Zhu Xiaoming got angry, sniffled his nose, and reiterated: "That's why I hate Gu Jingyao the most."

Gu Jingyao looked at the person in front of him, his cheeks were flushed red with anger or drunkenness, his heart was soft, as if he had been scratched gently by a cat's paw.

He rubbed Zhu Xiaoming's head, nodded in agreement: "He is really bad."

Zhu Xiaoming tilted his head, the alcohol was fermenting in his head, and his eyes were hazy, making him unable to see the speaker clearly, but it didn't prevent him from hating what the person said at all.

Zhu Xiaoming squinted his eyes and stared at him, showing half of his fangs threateningly from the corner of his mouth, and hummed: "You are not allowed to speak ill of him, Gu Jingyao can only be hated by me!"

When the car arrived at the entrance of the hotel, Gu Jingyao helped the person out of the car. Zhu Xiaoming was like a boneless man, and leaned on Gu Jingyao's body, humming a few times from time to time. He probably thought of himself as a pig in his mind.

He refused to stand properly and was always moving around. Gu Jingyao was afraid that he would fall, so he bent down and picked him up on his back.

Zhu Xiaoming's slightly hot face pressed against the back of Gu Jingyao's neck, rubbing gently.

Gu Jingyao turned his head and found that Zhu Xiaoming was sniffing around his neck like a kitten, looking for something.

While smelling it, he said to himself: "It's not this smell, it's not right..."

Gu Jingyao lowered his head, except for the smell of hot pot at the hot pot restaurant and the cigarette he smoked halfway, there was still a faint residue, and he didn't smell anything special.

However, Zhu Xiaoming frowned, as if very dissatisfied.

Gu Jingyao laughed and said, "It's not this smell, what should it be?"

What's the taste……

Of course it's the kind that smells good, like the trees after the rain, it makes people feel at ease and comfortable, the smell that only Gu Jingyao can have!

In short, it is not the smell of hot pot mixed with smoke.

Zhu Xiaoming arched towards Gu Jingyao's neck, pillowed on his shoulder, and muttered softly: "Anyway, it's not the stinky smell of cigarettes..."

The person behind his back didn't have that familiar smell, but for some reason, Zhu Xiaoming inexplicably wanted to get close to him, rubbing his fluffy head against the person's chin.

When the elevator reached the tenth floor, Gu Jingyao opened the door with Zhu Xiaoming on his back.

I don't know what this guy usually does in the room after the show, Zhu Xiaoming's room is a mess, the table is full of snack bags, and there are clothes thrown around on the sofa chair.

Gu Jingyao frowned, did he remember that Zhu Xiaoming brought an assistant?

He didn't know that it would only take one day for Xiao Xiao to return to his original shape in the tidied up room, and Zhu Xiaoming would even blame others for messing up his things so that he couldn't find them.

Gu Jingyao carefully carried him to the bed, Zhu Xiaoming groaned, and lay on the bed with his buttocks up, like a cat without feet, writhing around restlessly.

Gu Jingyao found a T-shirt from the suitcase and patted Zhu Xiaoming's butt: "Get up, and help you change into your pajamas."

Zhu Xiaoming raised his hands, his eyes were still closed, he pouted his mouth, signaling Gu Jingyao to serve him.

Gu Jingyao had nothing to do with him, so he stretched out his arms to grab Zhu Xiaoming's waist.

The young boy had only a thin layer of muscle on his body. Zhu Xiaoming's waist, which was already soft, seemed to have no bones after he was drunk, sticking softly to Gu Jingyao's body.

The heat of skin-to-skin contact made Zhu Xiaoming open his eyes slightly. He didn't know whether it was drunk or something else. His eyes seemed to contain a layer of water, which gave Gu Jingyao an illusion that Zhu Xiaoming could cry with just a little force under his palms.

"Gu Jingyao..." Zhu Xiaoming moaned, like a clingy cat, rubbing his head against Gu Jingyao's chest every now and then.

Gu Jingyao replied in a deep voice, "I'm here."

"Gu Jingyao..."

"Ah."

Over and over again tirelessly.

Zhu Xiaoming didn't know why a sense of grievance suddenly surged in his heart, now he is so responsive, why was he hot and cold before?

His drunken head couldn't figure out what exactly he wanted from Gu Jingyao, but Zhu Xiaoming only knew that he couldn't bear to be wronged.

Zhu Xiaoming put his forehead against Gu Jingyao's heart, and asked him sullenly: "You run around in my head every day, why..."

Gu Jingyao laughed softly, his chest shaking.

This laughter made Zhu Xiaoming angry. He gritted his teeth and pushed his head against Gu Jingyao: "If you don't say it, don't say it, don't laugh. Always laugh at me, am I so funny?"

As if being licked by a cat, Gu Jingyao's heart softened beyond words.

He stopped and said in a coaxing tone: "I don't laugh, if you call me again, I'll tell you, okay?"

Zhu Xiaoming's eyes were clouded, as if a layer of heat was covering him to evaporate him: "What's your name..."

Gu Jingyao didn't speak, but his hot breath sprayed in his ears.

Zhu Xiaoming felt his mouth dry and pursed his lips. He should ignore it, anyway, Gu Jingyao always liked to make fun of him.

But maybe he was drunk, or maybe he wanted to do this, Zhu Xiaoming grabbed Gu Jingyao's shirt, and spit out a sound from between his lips and teeth.

"Meow……"

The next second, he felt his body turn and he was pressed on the bed.

Gu Jingyao's eyes were so close to him that he could see the turbulent emotions in them, as if they wanted to swallow him up.

Zhu Xiaoming's brain paralyzed by alcohol was running sluggishly. He swallowed and said in a daze, "I called, but you haven't answered me yet..."

Gu Jingyao didn't speak, but just put his fingers on Zhu Xiaoming's lips, twisting his lips, sliding from the corner of his lips to the bead of his lips.

Zhu Xiaoming never thought that Gu Jingyao's slender hands would lift his chin and play with his lips like teasing a cat.

The world was spinning in his head, Zhu Xiaoming wanted to speak, but for some reason, all he uttered was a sticky hum.

The Gu Jingyao in front of him was a look he had never seen before. He was like melted ice cream, which would be eaten by Gu Jingyao...

Zhu Xiaoming stuck out the tip of his tongue, trying to lick his dry lips, but this idiot forgot that Gu Jingyao's fingers were on his lips.

The soft and hot tongue, like the tip of a cat's tongue, rolled over the fingers.

"Gu Jingyao, you're bullying me again..." Zhu Xiaoming snorted angrily, but his tongue was pressed against Gu Jingyao's knuckles, so that he couldn't hear clearly at all.

Gu Jingyao stared at Zhu Xiaoming for a long time, pinched his mouth into the shape of a goldfish with his fingers, put his hoarse voice close to his ear, and gave a low laugh.

When Zhu Xiaoming woke up, his memory stopped here.

The feeling of hangover made him groggy, like a revolving restaurant opened in his head, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't remember anything.

He blinked, lifted the loose T-shirt on his body, it was still his white and soft belly.

Zhu Xiaoming lowered his shoulders in disappointment, not even a hickey...

What did Gu Jingyao tell him yesterday? Why did he fall asleep?

ah!He is in such a hurry!I really want to know!

Zhu Xiaoming: I want to break the news!Gu Jingyao can't!