law of courtship

Song carried Zhilan all the way back to his bedroom, put him lightly on the bed, and took off his shoes and socks for him.

Zhi Lan didn't dare to move or make a sound the whole time, like a beautiful doll that can be manipulated by others, only the flexible eyes proved his vitality.

"Does it still hurt?" Song forcefully held up Zhilan's chin, carefully examining the wound on his neck.

"It doesn't hurt anymore...really," Zhilan tried to be good, like he used to beg for cherries every time, as long as he said something that Uncle Song liked to hear, he would be treated kindly.

"Who taught you to lie?" Song frowned, staring viciously at his neck.

The little cub's skin was really thin and weak. He hadn't exerted much force, but there were terrible pinch marks. The originally delicate and fair skin was covered with bruises and purple marks, which made his eyebrows twitch.

When he got angry, Zhilan wanted to cry again, and whispered with red eyes: "It's just a little pain...it's really fine."

Song felt like an old bellows, he just wanted to keep sighing, he pressed Zhilan on the bed, turned and walked out, a few minutes later, he came back with two bottles of medicine.

"Keep your head up, don't move." Song sat on the edge of the bed, tore open a bag of cotton swabs, and said coldly.

Zhi Lan obeyed obediently, trying to raise her head, revealing the mottled marks on her neck.Because of his blood, his neck is not slender, but it is smooth, and the small Adam's apple keeps rolling, revealing his nervousness.

A cotton swab is dipped in the oil and dabbed on those finger marks for a cooling sensation.

Zhi Lan shrunk her chin instinctively, and was immediately glared at by Song, so she pouted her neck obediently, like a sunfish being pulled up by a fishhook.

After Song finished applying the medicine for him and wrapped it in a thin layer of gauze, Zhi Lan quickly sat up, fumbled for a while in his purse, took out a card and handed it to Song.

"I'm really sorry, uncle. I didn't know that barrel of wine was so important to you. I got into a big disaster. This is my subsidy and allowance since I was a child. Can I pay it all to you?"

Zhilan blinked her eyelashes quickly, appearing guilty and cowardly, even reducing the opening and closing of her lips to the minimum, for fear of offending Uncle Song again.

In Song's eyes, the boy with the gauze wrapped around his neck was so pitiful and apologetic that he softened his heart immediately.

The dead are like this, and the living are gone. The things left by the master are indeed precious, but if they are lost, they are lost. He lost his mind to hurt the little boy in front of him for an old thing that was used to remember his loved ones.

Besides, those wines are not considered a waste, and sharing them with your closest friends can be regarded as making the best use of them and realizing its value.

Song opened his mouth, and just about to forgive him, he thought badly again, wanting to teach this prodigal son a lesson.

A rare humanoid at the level of a national treasure, the yearly allowance is at least six figures, and Xiao Lanmao has saved private money for more than ten years, so stupidly donating all of it, just for a barrel of red wine that was drunk by others.

Should he be stupid?Or stupid?

"You want to pay me all the money in this bank card?" Song raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhilan seriously.

Seeing that there was something going on, Zhi Lan became even more excited. He didn't care about the injury on his neck, and nodded his head desperately: "Yeah! Just treat it as if I bought that barrel of wine, okay?"

"How much money is in the card?" Song stretched out two fingers to clamp the bank card, pretending to be very interested.

"Ah?" Zhilan blinked his big eyes that were not obsessed with the world, lowered his head and said in a low voice: "I... I don't know, Grandpa Mao said there are a lot, buying a barrel of wine should be enough."

Chanting the corners of his lips, he deliberately lowered his voice and said coldly: "But I don't accept foreign exchange."

"Ah? What is foreign exchange?" Zhi Lan was stunned again.

Song felt that bullying him would also be addictive, and he didn't know how Hua Xiasuo was raised to raise this little boy into a fool who didn't know the sufferings of the world, didn't work hard, and couldn't distinguish between grains and grains.

Such a small fool can't survive in the outside world at all, and needs a strict elder to teach him how to behave.

"You can't spend the money in mainland China, but you can't spend it in Bazhou." Song returned the card to him, pretending to be disgusted.

"Can't the flowers go out?"

Zhi Lan was about to cry, he thought he was rich, at least he could live comfortably, but he didn't expect that his money didn't count at all in Bazhou.That is to say, he is now a poor and unemployed shackles, who can't even afford a single cherry.

Song Qu nodded his forehead: "Yes, so you have to pay the debt in other ways."

"How... how do you pay back?" Zhi Lan cheered up when he heard that there were other ways to make up for the mistakes he made, and he didn't worry about his poor status any longer.

Song thought about it for a while, and said seriously: "Repay it with labor, I will tell Dr. Yu, you come to work with me every day from now on."

"Okay!" Zhilan agreed very readily. He wished he could stay and work in Wuyue Manor. The days of helping here were not considered hard, and there were still cherries to eat. Uncle Song's face was cold and his heart was warm, and he never felt sad he.

"What kind of work do I need to do? Is it still the same as before?" Zhi Lan hurriedly asked.

Song glanced at him, pushed the door open again and went out. When he came back, he was holding a big white fur ball that kept struggling in his arms.

Seeing what the ball of fur was, Zhilan's eyes gradually widened, full of surprise, and he couldn't help shouting: "The ancestor cat! Uncle, you actually have an ancestor cat!"

No wonder Zhilan was so surprised. Today, when most creatures have evolved into humanoid forms, there are still a small number of animals that retain their ancestral forms. They are called ancestor animals.

In addition to large-scale artificial breeding of meat animals such as pigs, cattle, sheep, and poultry, this animal-shaped species only accounts for 20% of the entire ethnic group, and it is also a scarce social resource. There is an ancestor dog in the Huaxia Institute.

Zhi Lan envied its fur and minions in its original form, and wanted to get close to it, but that dog had a bullying temperament and would often attack him.

"It likes to scratch people, so it has been kept at home before."

Song put the fur ball in his arms on the ground, and helplessly patted off the floating fur on his body: "It's called Dan Ding, I don't know why, it hasn't gotten along well with me, and you will take care of it from now on."

"Dante? A great poet of the Renaissance?"

Zhilan's eyes lit up, and he looked at the ball of fur carefully. The big white cat lazily raised his head, glanced at him with disgust, and revealed a big meaty face, then lowered his head to lick the fur for himself, comb Messed up hair.

The white one, the round one, Zhilan's cute spot was hit hard.

Song choked, ignored the stupid cat's provocation, and explained to Zhilan truthfully: "It's not that Dante, it's an egg."

Dan, my favorite Dan, what a name, Zhilan's cuteness was hit again.

Zhilan ran out of bed with bare feet, wanting to touch it, Dan Ding turned his head and glanced at Zhilan, then looked at Song, the cat owner quickly examined it with critical eyes, and came to a conclusion:

This little cub looks easy to bully, suitable to be his new slave.

The long-haired one next to it is so fierce, it is completely unqualified.

It is clear at a glance which is better and which is worse.

So Dan Ding walked slowly to Zhi Lan's side, condescendingly jumped onto his lap, curled up on his lap, and yawned.

Both Zhilan and Song were shocked.

Song is surprised that the stupid cat, who has always been very attractive, would take the initiative to get close to others.

Zhi Lan was pleasantly surprised, the big white and round cat jumped into his arms on its own initiative, what an honor it was.

Dan Ding and him looked at each other, and snorted contemptuously: What are you looking at, you still don't hug me.

Zhilan got it's needs accurately, carefully picked up the big white cat, put his fingertips into the thick hair ball, and gently combed its fur.

Dan Ding purred comfortably: Yes, I am very satisfied.

Zhi Lan quickly integrated into the identity of a cat slave, and curiously inquired about the new master's situation: "Uncle, why is he called Dan Ding?"

Song was choked by this question, and replied lightly: "Take whatever you want."

Song can't tell the real truth: when he adopted this silly cat, it had already been neutered, so he named it in memory of the precious organs it lost.

Dan Ding is not a poet, but remembers the lost cat Dan Dan, and by the way comforts the penis that can only be used as a decoration.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Zhi Lan continued to ask.

"Men, he can't be considered a boy, he's a bit old," Song said in a weak tone.

Not only a public, but also a father-in-law.

It's better not to let the brat know about such a cruel thing.

Dan Ding Chongsong gritted his teeth and let out a sigh: Don't make arrangements for you, Mr. Dan, who is older?

Zhilan's pupils were shining, with a kind of stubborn seriousness: "Don't worry, uncle, I will take good care of it."

Song exhaled, only feeling debt-free: "Grooming, bathing, feeding, trimming nails, these are all your jobs, and you have to continue to help with things in the wine cellar, and I will settle your wages."

"Ok!"

Little Lanmao sold himself in this way and became the resident "child labor" of Wuyue Manor. In addition to dealing with the bad-tempered Uncle Song, he also had to serve a bad-tempered cat owner.

However, he didn't realize the cruelty of reality at the moment, he just knew how to hold the big white cat silly.

Seeing his energetic appearance, Song felt a little uneasy about his conscience:

The brat only remembers to eat but not to fight, really stupid.

But...it's better to be a little stupid, it's more cute.

The author says:

Little Blue Hair (dial): Hey, Grandpa Mao, Bazhou does not accept foreign exchange, so I have become a pauper? д?

Father Song (cut off the phone): I won’t accept it if I say no, let’s pay off the debt honestly