Furry Feeding Diary

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Song Xiaole clasped his hands together and begged pitifully, Song Yanchu took him into his arms and held him tightly.

His words were pale, he didn't know how to make Song Xiaole believe what he said, he had promised more than once, he would bring Song Xiaole back, feed him, dress him, arrange a job for him and find a teacher for him, but Song Xiaole was always timid.

As if accepting favors from others would kill him.

Song Yanchu rubbed the back of Song Xiaole's neck, and pulled him into his arms, loving him very much.

Ji Jiayi didn't expect things to develop to this point, she was completely stunned, and it took a long time to recover, she knew that she was useless here, so she picked up her phone, walked to the door, and said to Song Yanchu: "Sorry, I didn't expect this to happen .”

Song Yanchu didn't blame, but said: "It's okay, you can go back first."

"I'll apologize to him tomorrow when you're done coaxing me." Ji Jiayi said.

The door was closed, Song Yanchu hugged Song Xiaole to the bed, Song Xiaole curled up, he raised his head with tears in his eyes: "Miss Ji is gone."

"She went back earlier."

"It's because of me."

"It's not because of you." Song Yanchu helped Song Xiaole wipe away tears, tucked his collar, and said softly, "Miss Ji likes you very much, so I won't blame you."

"really?"

"Don't you believe me?"

Song Xiaole quickly said, "I believe it."

His tears flowed into his hair, wet the broken hair on his forehead, and because he was crawling back and forth in Song Yanchu's arms, he looked messed up, and with his red eyes, he looked more like an aggrieved curl hairy puppy.

Song Yanchu couldn't restrain his distress for Song Xiaole, he couldn't even tell what kind of affection he had for Song Xiaole.

Maybe distressed is the beginning of heartbeat.

It's okay if you don't get the hang of it, it's okay, it's okay to love him as a friend and relative.

Song Yanchu thought: It's really strange, he is young and mature, he inherited the family business at a young age, his prudence and stability are far superior to all the children of the same age, who would have thought that one day he would accidentally stumble on this little guy?

He touched Song Xiaole's forehead with his cheek, and said softly: "Xiao Le, I like you very much too."

Song Xiaole was stunned, raising her head timidly.

Song Yanchu knew that he didn't understand anything, so he didn't care about anything, and confessed his heart: "You believe that Miss Ji likes you, but you don't believe that I like you?"

Song Xiaole buried her face in Song Yanchu's chest: "I believe it."

"Since I like you, why did I abandon you?"

"Because, because..."

Song Xiaole couldn't tell why.

"Xiao Le, I'm different from those who hurt you."

Song Xiaole's eyes widened. He finally knew where the source of his uneasiness these days was. He bit his lower lip, waiting for Song Yanchu's next words.

"I don't know what method to use to give you a sense of security, and I'm also very troubled."

Song Xiaole suddenly covered Song Yanchu's forehead with his palm, he frowned and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Song, don't worry."

Song Yanchu looked at him with a smile: "Then what should I do to make Xiao Le believe that I will always like you?"

Song Xiaole lowered her eyelids listlessly, "I don't know either, Mr. Song."

"Then give me time to prove it to Xiao Le."

Song Xiaole raised her head, "How to prove it?"

Song Yanchu thought for a moment, and then said: "If Xiao Le feels that this month is happier than last month, it proves that my love for Xiao Le has not diminished."

Song Xiaole didn't ask "what if I'm not happier", he didn't think about such things, as long as Mr. Song didn't abandon him, he wouldn't be unhappy.

The puppy is heartless and will not hold grudges. When it is wronged, it will grin again as long as it is petted by its owner.

Song Yanchu held Song Xiaole's hand, "Is this okay?"

"Yes," Song Xiaole's tears rolled down his cheeks, he choked up and said, "Mr. Song, you are the first person to be so kind to me."

"What about before?"

"In the past... that family, I don't know, I don't know how to put it, they didn't treat me so well, they gave me leftovers to eat, but sometimes they would forget, once they went away and left me Two days of food, and then I was hungry for several days, and they kept me locked up, and I couldn’t go anywhere else, but I don’t hate them, I really don’t hate them, I’m just a little sad.”

Song Yanchu's heart was about to be crushed, he let Song Xiaole pillow on his shoulder, and hugged him into his arms, "How long have you stayed in their house?"

Song Xiaole murmured: "12 years."

"Year 12?"

Song Xiaole thought to herself: Yes, it’s been a long time, it’s a puppy’s life, long and short.

"I won't let you go hungry again, Xiao Le, I will give you the best life."

Song Xiaole looked at Song Yanchu with round eyes, he was always ignorant and painful, Song Yanchu resisted the urge to kiss him, and told him: "Xiao Le, the past will end at this moment, and you will have all the happiness in the future. "

Song Yanchu carried Song Xiaole to the dining table and ate with him.

The dishes made by Song Xiaole were not as delicious as those made by Song Yanchu. He looked at Song Yanchu with a guilty conscience, and tentatively reached out to take away Song Yanchu's bowl, but Song Yanchu said: "I want to eat two bowls of rice today."

Song Xiaole bit the root of her chopsticks, blushing slowly.

"What about Miss Ji? I screwed up."

"I don't like Ms. Ji, and Ms. Ji doesn't like me either, Xiao Le, don't mess with the mandarin ducks."

"But--"

"But what? Do you know what marriage is?"

Song Xiaole shook her head and nodded again, defending: "Marriage is a very good thing."

"It's a good thing to marry the one you love."

"Then who is Mr. Song's beloved?"

Song Yanchu paused with his chopsticks and didn't answer. He just looked straight at Song Xiaole, seeing Song Xiaole's heart beating faster, his scalp numb, subconsciously avoiding his eyes, and then Song Yanchu continued to eat leisurely.

"I don't have a loved one yet, only Xiao Le is with me."

"Xiao Le will always be with Mr. Song."

Song Yanchu smiled, "That's enough."

The next day, Song Xiaole was standing guard, and saw Ji Jiayi's red sports car approaching from a distance, he turned around and took the mung bean smoothie he made himself, and handed it to Ji Jiayi.

Unexpectedly, Ji Jiayi also handed him a gift at the same time, which was a new Lego toy.

Both of them froze, Ji Jiayi spoke first: "Xiao Le, are you feeling better?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Ji, I was wrong yesterday. This is the mung bean smoothie I made myself, not Mr. Song."

Ji Jiayi took it and stuffed the Lego into Song Xiaole's arms again, "I bought this for you, you don't have to apologize to me, I did too much and scared you. Did Song Yanchu tell you? Me and him It's not about getting married."

"Say it, Mr. Song said I messed up the mandarin ducks."

Ji Jiayi smiled, "How did he coax you last night?"

Song Xiaole's ears turned red instantly.

Ji Jiayi smiled and said: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Although I have nothing to do with Song Yanchu, I am still your sister Jiayi, Xiao Le, would you like to be friends with me?"

Ji Jiayi stretched out her hand towards Song Xiaole.

Song Xiaole looked at Ji Jiayi flattered, Ji Jiayi blinked at him, Song Xiaole held Ji Jiayi's hand, Ji Jiayi patted Song Xiaole's hand, "We will be friends from now on, remember to call me if you have something delicious."

Before turning around, Ji Jiayi added another sentence: "But you don't need to send it every day."

Song Xiaole nodded.

Ji Jiayi waved to him, "Bye bye Xiaole!"

Song Xiaole said: "Miss Ji—"

"Huh?" Ji Jiayi frowned, dissatisfied.

"Goodbye, sister." Song Xiaole said obediently.

Ji Jiayi usually refuses to be called sister, even her own brother can't call him sister, but why is Song Xiaole's "sister" so comfortable?It has nothing to do with age at all, just like a timid little puppy rubbing against her palm.

Ji Jiayi was in a good mood, put on her sunglasses and drove to the company.

Today, a villa has finished renovation, and there is a lot of decoration garbage. The property management sent a few security guards from the North District to go there, and Song Xiaole was also called to help.

One of the security guards was new, and he didn't know the relationship between Song Xiaole and Song Yanchu. Seeing that Song Xiaole was a bully, he ordered him to carry the heaviest pieces of plasterboard and squatted on the ground to pick up metal pieces.

Song Xiaole was scratched several times.

When he got back to the security room, Brother Li found out when he was helping him take off his gloves. He quickly took the medicine box to help him deal with it. Apologize to Song Xiaole, and ask them to take out Song Xiaole's part of the cleaning fee.

"50 yuan is also money, Xiao Le didn't contribute?" Brother Li stuffed the money into Song Xiaole's trouser pocket.

The man muttered: "What the hell are you so protective?"

Brother Li was about to beat someone after he said that, the property manager rushed in to stop the two parties, and said to Brother Li, "I'll take care of him, I'll do it."

In the end the man walked out dejectedly, with contempt and dissatisfaction in his eyes, but he still apologized to Song Xiaole and said, "I'm sorry."

Song Xiaole was a little confused, two people apologized to him in one day.

He had never been valued like this before.

He took a step back and said, "It's okay."

He touched the money in his trouser pocket and was secretly happy. He didn't expect to make money by moving garbage, and he wanted to hand it over to Mr. Song.

But Mr. Song can't see the wound on his hand, Mr. Song will feel distressed.

After he got off work, he went back to take a shower, followed Brother Li's instructions, and put on a new band-aid. He was just about to go to the kitchen to cook when Song Yanchu came back. Song Yanchu waved to him, and Song Xiaole was like a bird returning to its nest. Fell into his arms.

"Xiao Le, let's watch TV. I'll cook. I'll make you some dishes that you haven't eaten tonight."

Song Xiaole said yes, then buried her face in Song Yanchu's neck, sticky and arched in Song Yanchu's arms, Song Yanchu let him be naughty without pain.

After dinner, the teacher came to give tutoring. When Song Xiaole was doing the problem, the teacher came out and told Song Yanchu, "Xiaole has made great progress recently, and he has mastered the basic arithmetic. I just read his Chinese homework by the way, and he can write a lot of Chinese characters. gone."

"That's good."

The teacher said: "Xiao Le is so obedient, serious and obedient. I have never tutored such a well-behaved child."

"Thank you for your patience." Song Yanchu said.

Song Xiaole actually doesn’t like studying very much. Apart from learning his master’s instructions, the puppy doesn’t need to learn arithmetic and Chinese, but Mr. Song told him to study hard, so he will study hard. He likes Mr. Song to praise him for being smart.

Song Xiaole looked at the [-] points on the test paper, and twisted his buttocks proudly, thinking: I must be the smartest little dog in the world.

When he went to bed at night, he was still holding his perfect test paper, reading it upside down and never getting tired of it. Song Yanchu sat on the side of the bed while buttoning his pajamas.

"Xiao Le got full marks in the exam, what gift do you want?"

Song Xiaole said expectantly, "Hug."

Song Yanchu took him into his arms, "Is it enough to hug him?"

Song Xiaole circled Song Yanchu's waist contentedly, put her cheek against Song Yanchu's neck, "It's all right."

Song Yanchu stayed with him for a long time before he suddenly noticed the Band-Aid on Song Xiaole's hand, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Song Xiaole quickly hid her hands behind her back.

Song Yanchu put on a straight face and ordered him to stretch out his hand. Song Xiaole rubbed his head against Song Yanchu's chest flatteringly, "No."

Song Yanchu made a gesture to grab Song Xiaole's arm, Song Xiaole ran away quickly, but was carried back by Song Yanchu, Song Xiaole was not very scared, with a silly smile on his face.Song Yanchu also thought of teasing him, unexpectedly scratching Song Xiaole's armpit and waist, Song Xiaole was so itchy that he went straight into Song Yanchu's arms.

When Song Yanchu stopped teasing him, he raised his head again and looked at Song Yanchu with wet eyes.

He smiled happily, from the bottom of his heart.

Song Yanchu touched his face, and he leaned his head on Song Yanchu's palm with a docile look.

"I accidentally injured my hand today, Mr. Song, don't worry."

Song Yanchu asked: "Does it hurt?"

The puppy thought: What kind of pain is this?It's not as good as one thousandth of when the old owner hit him with a slipper.

But Song Yanchu's eyes were too gentle, he suddenly became afraid of pain and became delicate.

"A little bit," he said.

He stuffed his hand with two band-aids into Song Yanchu's hand, and said in a low voice, "Mr. rub it."

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感谢在2022-07-1422:49:54~2022-07-1515:36:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Tui, I want to green Jiyue's day again 5 bottles; Little Rose, old pigeon, 1 bottle of spring;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!