your little tail

After lunch, Ji Ling leaned his head on Mo Jingyu's shoulder, and slid down, like a soft bone, and fell down, lying on Mo Jingyu's lap.

Mo Jingyu looked at her without saying a word.

Ji Ling closed her eyes. "You said, why do people feel sleepy after eating?"

Mo Jingyu picked up the pillow beside her and covered Ji Ling's face. "Why you're sleepy I don't know, but I might have committed a crime."

About half a minute later, the pillow was still pressing on Ji Ling's face.

Unable to hold her breath, Ji Ling struggled to sit up and stared at Mo Jingyu in disbelief for a long time. "You really want to suffocate me!"

Due to the short-term lack of oxygen just now, the chest cavity expanded a little bit.

Without a trace, Mo Jingyu moved his eyes away from the violent ups and downs, and fixed his eyes on Ji Ling's face. "This way you will have a long memory next time."

Ji Ling pursed her mouth. "You are really a person without feelings. We have been friends for a long time anyway."

"Then you are really a person with rich emotions." Mo Jingyu's eyes drooped, and her tone was not very kind, "Others will accommodate you like this, but it doesn't mean that I can too. Such behavior transcends our relationship, and I don't want any next time."

Ji Ling really wanted to open Mo Jingyu's head to see what's inside.It was fine for the last minute, but now it's fierce again.

She quietly looked at Mo Jingyu for a while, wrinkled her eyes, and said angrily: "Then get out of the way, I'm going to take a nap."

Mo Jingyu looked away and got up.

Ji Ling hugged the "murder weapon" pillow in his arms, and slumped on the sofa with all his anger.

It looked like a puffer fish about to explode.

The house was silent.

Except for the breathing of the two of them.

It didn't take long.

The breathing of the person on the sofa became clearer and more regular.

Mo Jingyu took a blanket and covered Ji Ling, bent over, lost in thought.

She raised her left hand and stopped five centimeters away from the sleeping face.

Tracing in the void.

At that time, the person immersed in sleep giggled.

Mo Jingyu hurriedly straightened up, her face was ashamed as if she had been caught doing something wrong.

After a few more seconds, Mo Jingyu realized that Ji Ling hadn't woken up.

The man kept laughing, not knowing what dream he was having.

Mo Jingyu's facial features softened a lot, and there was a faint smile on his lips.Eyes and brows, a little spoiled, a little tender.

In reality, the beauty is like this, and the peach blossoms are red.

In Ji Ling's dream, it was a different scene.

In a quaint wooden house, Mo Jingyu was wearing a maid's clothes, her face was covered with soot,

With half a dry cornbread in his mouth, he held a dirty rag in his hand.

Ji Ling, on the other hand, was wearing a white double-breasted silk dress, wearing golden cloud-patterned boots, and holding a two-meter-long soft whip, looking heroic.

"Get down quickly! Wash the clothes after wiping the floor. The cabinets in the room must not have a little dust, and the vases must be so bright that they reflect light. If you can't finish your work today, you won't have anything to eat!"

While speaking, he took a whip and slammed the ground a few times, making a "cracking" sound.

"Be more obedient to me, otherwise...hehehe..." Ji Ling stretched out the whip on his hand, poking out the tip of his tongue and hooking the corners of his mouth.

"Miss, please spare me! I will be obedient!" Mo Jingyu lay obediently on the ground, sighed at a piece of dirt, and wiped it vigorously with a rag.

"Hahahahaha!" Ji Ling raised his head and burst out laughing.

And in the office, Mo Jingyu, who was sitting on the work chair, became more and more confused about what Ji Ling dreamed about, so he laughed so hard on the sofa that he couldn't breathe.

Time always slips away quietly inadvertently.

From summer to autumn, the sun is still hot, but the air is not as sultry as before.

From an intern, Ji Ling officially became an employee of Blue Star Advertising.

However, she recently encountered something strange. Every day when she goes to work, the position of the mouse is different from the previous day.

If you let someone else go, you may not be able to detect such a subtle movement, but she has a strong sense of space, and it's hard not to notice it.

Ji Ling was drawing with a digital tablet.

Xia You slid over in a swivel chair, with a sincere smile all over her face. "Lingling, congratulations. After becoming a regular, your salary must have increased a lot."

She sighed again, "It's not like me, I still have a year to graduate, and my internship salary is only 2000 yuan."

Ji Ling turned her head and smiled at her politely.

Xia You didn't seem to be able to see Ji Ling's indifference, and said enviously: "The big boss likes you so much, and now everyone in our department wants to hug your thigh. Compared with me doing this and that for my colleagues every day, I can blend in with you." There is so much happiness in the family circle.”

This sincere attitude is like treating Ji Ling as a good sister.

half an hour.

Ji Ling looked at her, and rarely said a word: "Do you know why there is a saying 'a tiger's butt can't be touched'?"

"Huh?" Xia You didn't understand what the other party meant by such a sudden sentence.

"I saw it on "Animal World" a few days ago." Ji Ling smiled innocently. "Anything that enters a tiger's territory from behind will be bitten by the neck."

Xia You smiled and said, "Why did you suddenly mention "Animal World"?"

Ji Ling pointed to the screen. "The client wanted a set of animal-themed illustrations, and I wanted to incorporate folk proverbs into the advertisements. I did my homework."

"That's it."

Xia You stopped this topic, clasped her hands together, and worshiped: "We came in at about the same time, you can be your own. Please accept my knee!"

Ji Ling didn't speak again and continued with her work.

As soon as the off-duty time came, Ji Ling picked up her small leather backpack and came to the door of Mo Jingyu's office.

The kitten knocked lightly like a cat scratching the door.

As soon as the people working at the desk heard the knock on the door, they knew who was coming, and couldn't help but curl their lips.

"Enter."

Ji Ling opened the door and went in, "Mr. Mo, aren't you off work?" The two round eyes were like juicy grapes.

Mo Jingyu glanced at the time and got up. "I have a dinner date with a client."

Speaking out, I was a little annoyed.It seemed that she was reporting the itinerary.

Ji Ling didn't have any special reaction, just said: "Then let's go downstairs together."

Mo Jingyu walked to the door and glanced sideways at Ji Ling. "I won't give you a ride."

Ji Ling: "..."

——How did Mo Jingyu see that she meant that?

——What a narrow-minded woman.

When the two got on the elevator, there was only one person inside.

Mo Jingyu stood in the left back corner, and Ji Ling was beside her.

Going down one floor, the elevator door opened, and many people lined up at the door.

Mo Jingyu took a step forward, grabbed Ji Ling's wrist and asked her to move to the back.

All actions are done unconsciously.

The elevator gradually became crowded.

Ji Ling's chin was on Mo Jingyu's shoulder, and his lips were only two fingers away from the fragrant neck in front of him.

The moist breath smudged on Mo Jingyu's snow-white skin, penetrated into the tiny pores, and penetrated into the blood vessels.

The blood boiled, and the porcelain muscle on the neck surfaced a crimson glow.

Mo Jingyu was still holding onto Ji Ling's wrist with a little more force.

The blood vessels on Ji Ling's hand suddenly swelled up, as if they were about to penetrate the thin and delicate skin and burst out.

Ji Ling rubbed his forehead against the back of Mo Jingyu's neck, trying to get her attention. "What are you pinching me for? My veins are going to explode."

Mo Jingyu immediately let go, and her two thin lips were tightly pressed together.

Soon, the elevator reached the first floor.

Ji Ling was about to get out of the elevator when Mo Jingyu grabbed her by the back collar. "I can take you home."

Ji Ling turned her head, her face still blank. "No, you go to see the client, I have someone to pick it up."

Paused, "It's not good to keep slapping yourself in the face."

There were bursts of cold air from Mo Jingyu's body. "Hurry up if you want to get out, the elevator door is about to close."

Ji Ling straightened his collar and walked out, still thinking: "You are really inexplicable."

Nine in the morning.

Mo Jingyu walked into the company.There was a sunny smile on the front desk, "Mr. Mo, good morning."

"Morning." Mo Jingyu turned her head to the front desk and smiled.

The next moment, someone bumped into her.

Mo Jingyu took a step back instinctively, and a soft hum came from behind.

Ji Ling squatted down on the spot, her whole face wrinkled into a bun. "Your heel stepped on me!"

Mo Jingyu pursed her lips, "What are you doing standing behind me?"

Contrary to his tone of voice, his eyes were full of distress.

"It's just such a road, you are blocking the door, how can I get in?" Ji Ling was actually a little guilty, she was secretly inhaling oxygen just now.

The two of them said one sentence to another, but they left the person who bumped into them aside.

Xia You wanted to speak several times, but couldn't find the time.

After finally finding a gap, he said in a panicked tone, "Mr. Mo, I didn't do it on purpose, but I was suddenly a little anemic just now, and I didn't stand firmly."

"Be careful next time."

Mo Jingyu didn't pay her too much attention, bent down to help Ji Ling up, and brought her to his office.

As soon as Ji Ling entered the room, he collapsed on the sofa, his face full of resentment. "If I become a cripple, will you be responsible for the rest of my life?"

Mo Jingyu took out an ice pack from the refrigerator. "Don't touch porcelain, your bones are still very strong at your age."

Ji Ling hugged her calf and took a few breaths. "It really hurts!"

"Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose." Mo Jingyu walked to the sofa, his eyes drooped slightly, "Take off your shoes, I'll apply them for you."

"Forget it." Ji Ling shook his head, "I'll take it easy."

Mo Jingyu felt it, and knew how hard that kick was just now.She sat next to Ji Ling, "Don't worry, I don't think your feet are smelly."

Ji Ling glared at her. "My feet don't stink!"

Mo Jingyu said softly: "Then let me take a look, I'm afraid there may be some blood."

"I'll do it myself." Ji Ling took off his shoes and socks, grabbed the ice pack from Mo Jingyu's hand, and applied it to the instep.

Although Ji Ling moved quickly, Mo Jingyu still saw the frightening color on her feet.

It must have been excruciatingly painful.

Ji Ling pressed the ice bag with one hand, and held the ankle with the other hand seemingly unintentionally, hiding the anklet together with the scar underneath in the palm of his hand.

"Go and do your work, don't worry about me." Ji Ling turned her back and put her feet back.

"Well, then call me if you have something to do." Mo Jingyu looked away and sat down at the desk.

Ji Ling had never been stepped on, so he didn't know that there would be subcutaneous bleeding, so he just covered it with an ice pack without looking at it, but now that the pain was gone, he took off the ice pack and saw dark red spots on the back of his feet.

A crisp sound.

The ice pack fell to the ground.

Mo Jingyu followed the prestige, and Ji Ling collapsed on the sofa.

Mo Jingyu got up quickly, and the swivel chair hit the wall backwards.

She walked quickly to the sofa and shook Ji Ling's body. "What’s wrong with you?"

The people on the sofa didn't respond at all.

Mo Jingyu suddenly thought of Ji Ling's previous behavior, and warned: "Don't make silly jokes with me."

A minute passed, and Ji Ling still didn't move at all.

Mo Jingyu patted Ji Ling's face, and his voice was tinged with anxiety: "Ji Ling, don't scare me, what's wrong?"

Just when Mo Jingyu took out his mobile phone to call an ambulance, Ji Ling slowly opened his eyes.

Mo Jingyu leaned over and held Ji Ling's face, anxiously said: "What happened to you just now?"

Finally, Ji Ling's eyes were not completely dark, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm dizzy."

"You scared me to death!" Mo Jingyu's angry voice was vague and resentful, with the soft nasal voice unique to her daughter's family, which was very different from the past.

Ji Ling scratched her chin, "How did I know that you stepped on my foot and made a bloody hole!"

Mo Jingyu's expression of worry just now disappeared. "I'll say it again, don't touch porcelain."

Ji Ling sat up, closed her eyes and put the socks on her feet.

Mo Jingyu pulled Ji Ling's foot over and placed it on his lap. "Lie down, and I'll apply it for you."

Ji Ling's mind was buzzing.Her feet are a place no one is allowed to touch.To be precise, it's the ankle.Along with that scar, there is also deep fear.

Mo Jingyu felt Ji Ling's stiffness, and immediately retracted his hand. "I don't mean anything else, I just feel that if I don't apply it well, it will be worse tomorrow."

Ji Ling heard Mo Jingyu's helplessness, turned his face to the other side, hid the expression on his face, and said, "It was a little itchy just now."

She rolled her throat a few times, trying to breathe evenly. "That troubles you."

There was a brief silence in the air.

The picture seemed to stop at this moment.

For a while, it was like pressing the play button.

"Okay." Mo Jingyu took another ice pack and applied it on the purple patch.

She tilted her head, not looking at Ji Ling's feet, and there was only the coolness of the ice pack on her hands.

But the weight on her legs always reminded her of the ambiguous posture the two of them were in at this moment.

Surrounded by Mo Jingyu's unique and special fragrance, it's like being smoked with soothing incense.

Ji Ling closed his eyes unpreparedly, breathing more and more slowly.

——What kind of existence is Mo Jingyu to her?

Between Qingming and Chaos, she thought so.

Mo Jingyu was afraid that Ji Ling would catch cold, so he didn't let the ice pack stay on her feet for too long.

After about a quarter of an hour of groping, Ji Ling put on socks.

Inevitably, I encountered cool and smooth skin.

Mo Jingyu paused slightly with his fingertips.

He got up and covered Ji Ling with a blanket, and walked out of the office.

When he came out, he met Xia You again.

The author has something to say: Mo always said this 10 minutes ago.

"I won't give you a ride."

10 minute later.

"I'll walk you home."

……

Oh, woman.