meow meow what do you think

17

Mr. Lin has come back later than before.

Miao Miao secretly thought that Mr. Lin might be entangled in some troublesome matter.

Divergent thinking danced the tango, and the yellow-haired young man's guilty conscience flashed past his eyes.

Judging from his face, small eyes, flat nose, and sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, according to the records of his ancestors, this kind of person is often very good at stalking others, entangled others softly, and even resorted to some extreme methods - binding, imprisoning...

The more I think about it, the more creepy I get.

Miao Miao swallowed uneasily, and a raging fighting spirit ignited in her heart: Mr. Lin, I will definitely protect you (>﹏<)!

For several days in a row, Miao Miao would change back to her original shape after Mr. Lin went out, then jump off the window sill, secretly follow Lin Han, followed him to the Literature Club, and then hid in an inconspicuous corner, observing Lin Han's surroundings and the behavior of the yellow-haired young man.It was getting late, and Mr. Lin Han packed his briefcase and walked out of the office. Miao Miao followed him unhurriedly, approached the residential building, took a small path to get home before Lin Han, and transformed himself into a human form .

It was not easy for him to be a bodyguard. One day, when Lin Han opened the door a little slower, he was on his own, struggling to pull up Nene, who was stuck in his knee.

Lin Han asked suspiciously: "Are you... changing your underwear?" Glancing at his naked upper body, he asked again: "Are you wiping yourself?" Looking around, he didn't find any towels and washbasins, and finally asked: "……What are you doing?"

Miao Miao: Human clothes are really difficult to wear (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻, it takes a long time to get dressed and undressed! ! !

After a few days of meticulous observation, Miao Miao found that his benefactor is still very reliable, every day he sat in his seat and kept his eyes on the laptop. The screen saver is set as your own photo...

But the yellow-haired young man behaved a little bit badly, he always glanced at the direction where Lin Han was sitting from time to time, his appearance of hesitating to speak but then making eye contact made Miao Miao feel uncomfortable all over, as if it was his own sourdough The fish was coveted by others, and the mouth-watering fragrance was secretly sniffed by others.

One afternoon, the yellow-haired young man and two other men in the office sat around under the sycamore tree, each holding a bucket of instant noodles with the flavor of sauerkraut.

Miao Miao happened to be on the sycamore tree. The leaves of the sycamore tree in midsummer are particularly vigorous and densely packed. Each leaf is the size of a human hand. You don't have to worry about being discovered by people below if you hide on it.Miao Miao unscrupulously pricked up her ears to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Mr. Lin Han is very busy recently." The yellow-haired young man said while chewing noodles.

Miao Miao slandered: Talking while eating, really immoral!Little did he know that his eating was even more unsightly.

"After the first draft is completed, proofreading is required, which is not a small amount of work."

"I think we can proofread some of the content for him. It's too hard to do everything alone." The yellow-haired young man took a sip of the soup.

Miao Miao on the top complained: I really don't see it!

"This proposal is good, but can you speak up? Last time, you wanted to invite him to go to the newly opened hot pot restaurant next door with us, but in the end, there was nothing more to say..."

The yellow-haired young man wilted all of a sudden, and put his head in the disposable paper bucket.

"By the way, Lin Han and Ah Huang graduated from the same university, right?"

The yellow-haired young man nodded... Miao Miao was seriously thinking about the probability that the upturned yellow hair on his forehead would be stained with oil and water. "Well, he is a senior in my department, one year older than me. He was as taciturn as he is now in college. He organized the department's New Year's Eve party every year. He arranged a play for the drama club. When the actors rehearse, he often Watching quietly from the side, he didn't say anything good or bad, like a transparent person, but he really existed. His eyes were cold at that time, and the actors didn't dare to speak loudly when they were resting noisy."

The yellow-haired young man continued: "I still remember when I first entered school, I wanted to go to the library, but I got lost. There was no one around. I saw him walking towards me while reading a book, so I went up to stop him."

The men on both sides gave thumbs up, "What courage!"

"At that time, the book in his hand almost covered his entire face..." When he was caught by Lin's icy eyes, his voice asking for directions was frozen in the air.

"And then? He told you how the library got away?"

The yellow-haired young man said sullenly: "No, he didn't say a word, and led me directly to the library."

"That's not...hehe, it's pretty good."

"Later, I heard from my sister that there was an oral exam in their grade that day, and Senior Lin... was late."

"...What a weirdo..."

Not weirdo.

It's just that there is such a kind of person in the world who longs to communicate with others, but at the same time, is afraid of being understood and touched.

His face was as cold as ice, but his heart was softer than anyone else.

Miao Miao looked into the simply decorated office. Inside the half-closed curtains, Lin Han was alone, sitting at the desk, with his thumbs resting on his temples on both sides.

Suddenly, he stood up and walked towards the window sill.

For a moment, Miao Miao thought he had seen her.

He stretched out his hand to open the curtains, and the bright sunlight outside suddenly leaked into the room, driving away the dampness in the room.

He raised his head slowly, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, or something else, the corners of his mouth curled unnaturally——

That was Mr. Lin trying to smile.

18

A while ago, in order to catch up with the manuscript, Lin Han was extremely busy. Besides the daytime, he had to work overtime at night.Every night, he moved the notebook to the study room, closed the door, and tried to tap the keyboard as lightly as possible... Several times he touched other keys because of hesitation.

When the eyelids can't hold it anymore, and when I go back to the bedroom, there is often a cup of cold milk or a bowl of West Lake lotus root powder that has not been mixed well on the bedside table. On the bed, Miao Miao puts the quilt Curled into a ball, it looks like a chubby silkworm baby, and I don't know if I'm asleep or not.

After the final draft was completed, Lin Han's work at hand suddenly became much easier.

On the weekend that was suddenly free, the typhoon passed through and the rain continued.The midsummer rain wrapped in the heat slanted on the almost transparent window glass. Lin Han watched the winding waterway slowly trickling down along the glass, distorting the scenery outside, and suddenly remembered that he still had an exchange The promise to go out was not kept.

Balls of yarn, needles, are backlogged in the top cupboard.

Lin Han took them out with ease and asked Miao Miao what color he liked.

Miao Miao quickly snatched a ball of wool from his hand, played with it a few times, and then tilted her head, "Yellow."

Lin Han nodded and said yes, then use a ball of yellow wool, brought a measuring tape while talking, and signaled Miao Miao to stand up straight and stretch out his arms with his eyes.

Miao Miao asked, seemingly incomprehensible: "What are you going to do?"

Lin Han replied, "Measure the size."

Miao Miao twitched her lips, thinking that she just wanted to eat other people's tofu.

When measuring the bust, the tape measure was passed through the armpit, Miao Miao giggled from itching, her small body writhed back and forth.

Lin Han: "Don't mess around."

Miao Miao secretly laughed in her heart: Who told you to eat my tofu and still won't admit it, o(￣ヘ￣o#) Huh, I'm going to twist it!So, Xiaoman twisted his waist harder and harder.

Lin Han put one hand on his slender waist, with little force, but managed to make Miao Miao settle down.

Miao Miao's face was red, and all the sensations in her body were concentrated under Lin Han's warm palm: Mr. Lin's palm is very big; Mr. Lin's hand has a layer of calluses, which sticks to his skin through a thin layer of clothing. It looks rough, but feels comfortable; Mr. Lin's hand... wait, Mr. Lin's hand is moving down, moving down! ! !

Miao Miao panted a little: "Lin, Mr. Lin!" It's not good to be promiscuous in the daytime, although...he likes it very much.

"It will be ready soon." Lin Han thought that Miao Miao couldn't wait any longer, and said, "The waist has been measured, the only difference is the hip."

Knitting sweaters is a technical job, and it also tests people's patience.In a flash, most of the day passed, and Lin Han only had time to knit the coat and hat.

"Miao..." Lin Han, who was about to tell Miao Miao not to mess with the needle and thread while he was cooking, paused.Over there, Miao Miao's whole body was entangled in a mess of wool, and she looked like she was enjoying it.

Lin Han walked over to help him untie the tangled thread, but was caught off guard by the playful Miao Miao.

Miao Miao, who was clever enough to succeed, continued to wrap wool around Lin Han's body, and the two were entangled together for a while.

Lin Han lowered his voice deliberately: "Do you want to eat braised crucian carp at noon?"

19

On Sunday night, Miao Miao posed narcissistically for four or five poses in front of the full-length mirror wearing the sweater Lin Han had knitted, "Mr. Lin Han!"

Lin Han helped him straighten his crooked hoodie.

Miao Miao blinked: "How is it?" The young man who was learning to play cool moved his right hand that made a check mark to his chin.

Lin Han looked it over carefully, and said pertinently, "The size is just right."

Miao Miaoyuan's face is flushed and pink: (>﹏<) I've been touched like that by you, so there is still a problem with the size?

"Change it out after you've tried it, it's too hot to wear this sweater now, wait until autumn..."

"I'm not hot." Miao Miao grabbed Lin Han's hand.

Lin Han frowned: "Why is it so cold?"

In order to fully explain that she is not hot, Miao Miao deliberately cast a spell to make her hands look like they have been soaked in ice water: X﹏X... "Yeah, it's not cold either." She took Lin Han's hand and put her temperature on it. On the hot left chest, Miao Miao pouted and said, "Look, it's not cold."

The beating from the palm was clear and distinct, Lin Han was silent for a moment, and replied: "Well, it is indeed very warm."

It was time to go to bed, and Miao Miao was still reluctant to take off her sweater.

Lin Han persuaded that if he wore a sleep sweater, it would get wrinkled, so he reluctantly changed into pajamas.

During the days when Lin Han was busy with work, Miao Miao lay down on the bed first every night. He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. When his two cat ears heard the noise outside, he rolled up the crumpled quilt, Obediently pretend to sleep.

But now, as it was at first—

He and Lin Han sat together on the soft mattress, the two sides were silent but tender.

The gentle night rain dripping outside the window fell on the camphor leaves, mugwort, and wild flowers, and the milky-yellow wall lights in the house reflected Lin Han's fragmented black hair, stiff nose bridge, and plump lips...

Miao Miao looked at it like a demon, and asked in a strange way: "Mr. Lin, do you like cats?" Thinking "Do you like me" is too blatant and straightforward, so she simply changed her name to cats.

Lin Han put down the newspaper in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Miao Miao, as if he was thinking about an extremely complicated problem.

After a long time, he nodded and said, "I like it."

Her heartbeat almost stopped at that moment, Miao Miao regained her composure, and continued to ask: "Ah, uh... what do you like about cats?" Just like Lin Han asked him before.

He looked into Lin Han's eyes expectantly. Mr. Lin Han must have heard what he meant by "cat", right?

What would Mr. Lin Han like about him?Cute eating pictures?Bright mind?A healthy body? ? ?

"The tail is fluffy and easy to touch."

Miao Miao, who was still so excited just now, felt a little choked up: _(:з」∠)_...

Dare Lin Han really didn't hear his "drunkards don't want to drink"?

Lin Han's thumb inadvertently rubbed the pads of other fingers, as if he was reminiscing about the feeling of something.

Miao Miao: QAQ...

Lay flat on the ground in self-defeating, then changed into a thick hairy tail, raised the buttocks of the cat's tail, Miao Miao said sullenly: "My tail is thick and long, very, very easy to touch .”

Lin Han's hand slowly caressed the shiny tail of the fur, and the jealous Miao Miao suddenly raised her neck excitedly, turned her head halfway, her eyes sparkled, "No, you are not allowed to touch the tails of other cats," turning red With her face buried in the pillow again, Miao Miao dryly recommended the pillow mat: "Theirs, no, not as good as mine."

20

Lin Han seemed to really like the furry feel.

After a lot of tossing last night, Miao Miao went to bed late, and naturally got up late the next day, and when she got out of bed, a certain part of her shyness was still a little sore.

Miao Miao couldn't help sighing: "It's all thanks to my tail being quite durable...

Lin Han has already gone to work.

Miao Miao took a leisurely look around the kitchen, and finally came out with a bowl of vinegared fish fillets in her hands.

Ever since she learned how to use the TV, Miao Miao has developed a bad habit—watching TV while eating.

When he watched TV, he didn't really want to watch some major political events, but just for fun. The grotesque color blocks danced in front of his eyes, and all kinds of voices were noisy in his ears, which was very lively.

Changing channels frequently, switching from CCTV to a local TV station where a hundred flowers bloom, I don't know which channel to switch to, Miao Miao's hand movements suddenly stopped.

On the 24-inch LCD screen, Mr. Lin is tall and tall in a suit and leather shoes.

Miao Miao: (#Д) Fuck, Fuck, Mr. Lin went into the box! ! !

Lin Han's face is very good, his facial features are three-dimensional and deep, and he is very photogenic. The only fly in the ointment is probably that there is a little smile on his face, which makes him not easy to get close to.

The female reporter saw a lot of scenes, and she still laughed at Yan Yan in Lin Han's cold air, "Mr. Lin, which fairy tale do you like the most in your new work collection "Meow"?"

Lin Han said concisely: "The first one."

The female reporter was not surprised, and raised her eyebrows proudly, "If I remember correctly, it is a story about a human and a kitten?"

Lin Han: "Yes."

"I guess, the reason why this collection of works is named 'Meow' is also related to the kitten in this story?"

Lin Han: "Yes."

The female reporter was a bit devastated. Do you want to cherish words like gold, "Ahaha, where did Mr. Lin get his creative inspiration? Why did you think of writing such a story?"

Lin Han lowered his head slightly, thought for a while, and when he raised his head again, there seemed to be a little more affection in his eyes, "One night, I was already lying on the bed, but I didn't fall asleep, but I was not the only one who didn't fall asleep, I think , or just tell a story. As for why I wrote this story... probably I just think it’s great that I didn’t miss it.”

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