Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

Zhou Qingyan was right, the cat in the corner started meowing around four o'clock in the afternoon, and Chen Nansong was sitting on the floor next to him, his head almost buried in the cat's nest.

Sitting dryly is not an option, Chen Nansong rubbed his head and ran to get some water, and took another towel, just holding it in his hand, he didn't know if these things were useful, anyway, that's how it was shown on TV.

The cat nestled in the corner barked a few times in a low voice, whining and whining, looking very anxious.Chen Nansong wanted to touch it with his hand to comfort him, but he was scared by the little guy's bared teeth and hid back.

"Good cat, it's my first time too, if you feel pain, just bark twice, do you want to drink water?" Chen Nansong said to himself while lying on the top of his head.

Just waiting like this, the clock turned around again, Chen Nansong was sleepy, lying on the chair next to the cat's nest with his head on his arms, and fell asleep just like that.

"Woo--" the little guy suddenly called out in a hoarse voice.

"What!" Chen Nansong sat up suddenly from the chair, and when he looked up, he saw a lump of pink and tender meat under the cat's stomach.

"Damn, did you give birth?" Chen Nansong hurriedly clicked on WeChat in fright, found Zhou Qingyan's SpongeBob SquarePants avatar and made a video call.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Qingyan answered quickly.

Chen Nansong didn't even look at the phone screen, the camera pointed at the cat's belly, and shouted: "It's born!! It's born."

"That...Nan Song, I, I'm in a meeting..." Zhou Qingyan's voice was very low, and the scene was probably quite awkward.

Sure enough, Chen Nansong glanced at the screen, and saw dozens of heads in one glance.

When it was over, Zhou Qingyan lost all face.

"That... the cat gave birth, don't get me wrong." Chen Nansong explained again with a cheeky face.

"I'll hang up first, and I'll tell you later." Zhou Qingyan hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Chen Nansong sat on the ground in a daze, knelt down and stared at the cat for a while.

"I'll check to see what you guys want to eat." The place under Chen Nansong's buttocks was rubbed brightly by him, and he hasn't left that place all day.

"I'll boil eggs for you! Goat's milk? There's no milk at all." Chen Nansong looked at the kitchen in a panic.

He doesn't feel bad if he blows up his own kitchen, but if he blows up someone else's kitchen, he will call the police.

After the water in the pot was boiled, he boiled a few boiled eggs. When peeling the shells, he stomped his feet on the spot because they were so hot. After digging for 10 minutes, he managed to find a bowl of egg yolks.

"Blame me for not being good at cooking, so you can eat something, and cook it for you when your father comes back." Chen Nansong said to himself to the cat's nest.

The light was not turned on in the room, and it was eerily quiet, only the sound of the kitten feeding. Without external stimuli, it was easy to get sleepy. Chen Nansong once again nestled into the sofa and fell asleep.

He didn't wake up when the door rang, and he didn't know how long he had slept.

Zhou Qingyan opened the door and it was pitch black. He took two steps to turn on the light, and almost kicked over the cat bowl in the corner with one step.There was a crisp sound of Wan Pata, which made him jump off the ground with one foot.

Turning on the light in the living room, Chen Nansong covered his eyes and groaned and turned over, opened his eyes slowly, and saw the photos and decorations on the table that did not belong to him.

I was so sleepy that I thought I was on the sofa at home.

"You're back." Chen Nansong wasn't awake when he spoke, he stumbled to the toilet and splashed some water on his face before he woke up.

"I'm sorry for you, have you had dinner yet?" Zhou Qingyan squatted on the ground looking at the cat.

"I'm not miserable, but I slept soundly." Chen Nansong muttered in a low voice, the phone beeped twice, it was Chen Bei's message, "Go to my house to eat, they are cooking."

"Will it be too much trouble?" Zhou Qingyan said politely, and put the soda bottle in his hand on the table, ready to open the door.

This incongruous behavior is simply deduced vividly.

"No trouble, I've been sleeping at your house, what's your meal." Chen Nansong squatted next to the cat's nest and said with a pinched throat, "Babe, I'll come and see you later."

"Goosebumps all over my body." Zhou Qingyan stood at the door and laughed.

"What's the matter, no one called you baby?" Chen Nansong put on a playful smile again.

"No." Zhou Qingyan chopped his feet twice.After standing for a day, I'm probably exhausted.

"Next time, I won't play videos casually. It scared me to death." Chen Nansong changed the subject, "You should hang up for me, I can't stand the embarrassment with my thick skin."

"I was afraid that you would pick it up if you were in a hurry." Zhou Qingyan smiled, "Now everyone knows that there is a cat in the litter and that it has given birth to a kitten. A group of people have been pestering me all afternoon and I haven't stopped."

"Don't give it away." Chen Nansong turned his head to look at him, "I'll keep it for you."

"Alright." Zhou Qingyan smiled, stretched out his hand and opened the door.

The smell of fireworks in Chen Nansong's house is always strong, and he has felt it since the morning.Zhou Qingyan was stunned for a moment by the noise, the heat and the smell of the food.

"What are you doing, come in." Chen Nansong tugged him.

The light in the room was too bright, Fei Le was sitting in the corner doing homework, he kept bickering with Chen Bei, and the person on the other end was shaking a spoon in his hand, and he wanted to speak back, which made Chen Nansong's head hurt from the quarrel.

"Don't mind, they've always been like this." Chen Nansong turned his head and looked at Zhou Qingyan embarrassedly.

"It's fine, it's fine. Is it strange that my place is deserted?" Zhou Qingyan asked him.

"I think it's pretty good, it's quite quiet." Chen Nansong shrugged his shoulders after finishing speaking, "It's just staying alone, it's really a bit boring, you can come here when you're usually bored, if you don't mind the noise."

"Then you..." Zhou Qingyan just opened his mouth.

"Teacher!" Fei Le's voice made Chen Bei turn his head in fright, and the shovel in his hand clanged and matched his mouth, "Yes." He stared at Chen Nansong.

Chen Nansong walked to the side of the chef, "Don't talk nonsense to me, do you hear me?"

"Are you sleeping with someone?" Chen Bei couldn't get rid of his loud voice, and Chen Nansong turned his head in a hurry when he said that, but fortunately Zhou Qingyan didn't seem to hear him being pestered by the brat.

"Sleep on your uncle's leg." Chen Nansong pinched Chen Bei's arm, "There is nothing, shut up when you are going to eat, do you hear clearly?"

"I heard you clearly, sir." Chen Bei said in a slow tone, and suddenly leaned into his ear again, "When are you going to deal with him? Can I have a wedding wine?"

"Wait for your next life." Chen Nansong rolled his eyes.

"Oh, by the way, your landline rang today. I didn't dare to answer it. Could it be you..." Chen Bei suddenly lowered his voice, "Your parents haven't contacted you all this time? Are you going to go back and check?"

"No." Chen Nansong lowered his head and scratched the corner of the table.

"Don't buckle it, it's all peeled off, what's wrong, go with your sweetheart quickly, don't disturb my cooking." Chen Bei bumped him with his arm, Chen Nansong pouted, and turned his head to the other side of the table Walk.

"Teacher, tell me the lecture topic, what should you choose?" Fei Le lay his head on Zhou Qingyan's arm, his big eyes blinking.

Definitely not at ease.

"Come here." Chen Nansong dragged him away by the back of his collar, "Didn't your teacher teach you to do your own problems? You still pester him after get off work."

"It's compulsory education during working hours, but now it's a small stove, do you understand, besides, I want to have a smarter uncle, and I don't need to bother Mr. Zhou...Why are you pulling my ears again!! "

"I'll grab you, and I'll send you to your mother tomorrow." Chen Nansong carried his ears all the way to the dining table, leaned closer and whispered, "Don't talk after dinner."

"You want to suffocate me?" Fei Le looked at him.

"It's time to eat!" Chen Bei yelled suddenly, and brought a few dishes to the table, "This is called sweetness." He brought a bowl of Coke chicken wings.

"It's called love at first sight." It's a plate of roast duck.

"This is called flying together." It was a bowl of pigeon soup.

"This is called..."

"Do you want to eat? If you don't eat, get out." Chen Nansong was covered in goosebumps when he read it, and he was so angry that he wanted to be kicked out.

"Cough..." Chen Bei sat on the chair, and finally put a plate of meatballs, "This is a coward, and his heart is only so big." He compared it with his little finger, and gave Chen Nansong a sideways glance.

Zhou Qingyan laughed a few times but didn't say anything. Chen Nansong next to him just lowered his head to pick up the rice, and didn't even lift his head. He was afraid that the two on the opposite side would say something astonishing, so he didn't need to be ashamed today.

"Here you are." Zhou Qingyan pushed a bowl of soup in front of Chen Nansong, and he blushed in fright, "Thank you."

"It's okay, you're welcome, I'm good..." Chen Bei looked at him, "Why are you blushing?"

Chen Nansong took a breath and tried to calm down. Tonight, this grandson must be made to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy. Is there such a thing as demoralizing?

He lowered his head and swallowed the soup in the bowl in one breath, then turned his head and glanced at Zhou Qingyan, who just happened to have the last mouthful of rice left in his bowl.

"I wash the dishes, you do your homework." Chen Nansong looked at Fei Le, then turned his head to Chen Bei, "You go take a shower."

"Then I...well?" Zhou Qingyan looked at him with his head.

"You... go to rest." Chen Nansong's tone softened again.

"Damn!" Chen Bei couldn't help jumping up a word.

"Then let me wash it for you." Zhou Qingyan approached, took another glove, and skillfully stood in front of the sink to wash the dishes.

"It's okay, actually you can just go back." Chen Nansong said, taking the bowl handed over from the side under his hands and rinsing it aside, his cooperation was quite good.

"Nan Song, why don't you help me wash the dishes in the future, just pass the bowl for me." Chen Bei leaned on the sofa and kneaded melon seeds, "Tsk."

"Don't pay attention to him." Chen Nansong didn't look back, but lowered his head and concentrated on flushing.

The fingertips of the two people were facing each other like this, and the water was rushing. Chen Nansong looked at the hand in front of him and wanted to grasp it. It's better to squeeze it.

He thought so in his heart, and finally did so.

The pair of hands holding the bowl took off their gloves, and when Chen Nansong was drenched in water drops, he grabbed his wrists suddenly, his fingertips were icy cold, how could it be frozen like this when he was clearly using warm water?

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qingyan was taken aback by him, and his hands trembled.

"The bowl was not cleaned..." Chen Nansong made up a lame reason.

"Okay, then I'll wash it." Zhou Qingyan lowered his head and continued to brush.

Chen Nansong rubbed his fingertips twice. The cold feeling just now seemed to be permanently embedded in his skin. He thought about it for a long time, and finally turned his head to look at Zhou Qingyan seriously.

"I can tell fortunes, let me read the palm prints for you!" Chen Nansong didn't blush when he said this, and the Taoist fortune tellers on the street probably could spit out a mouthful of blood. Anyone can come to tell fortunes.

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Zhou Qingyan: So fortune-telling is your reason for taking advantage? (/▽＼)