Furry Feeding Diary

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Song Yanchu raised his eyebrows slightly, and pulled Song Xiaole and the quilt into his arms.

To be honest, when Song Xiaole said "I want to sleep with you", Song Yanchu was surprised and secretly happy for a moment, but his reason quickly restored his calm. He rubbed Song Xiaole's messy head and asked, "Since the puppy When you go home, you are not in a good mood, can you tell me why?"

Song Xiaole pulled the quilt twice, met Song Yanchu's eyes and flinched.

"Let me guess, are you angry that the nurse said today that the little dog will not look good when he grows up?"

Song Xiaole shook her head.

Song Yanchu thought for a while, and suddenly thought of a possibility. He squeezed Song Xiaole's chin, and said with a light smile, "Is Xiaole jealous?"

"I'm not jealous." Song Xiaole thought about tonight's dinner, and asked suspiciously: "I'm not jealous tonight."

"Without vinegar, why is Xiao Le so sour?"

No matter how slow Song Xiaole is, after so many days of getting along, he has grown a lot. He can detect something wrong from Song Yanchu's playful eyes. Song Yanchu obviously saw through his careful thinking. The pajama buttons are silent.

"I brought the puppy back to make you happy. I also feel sorry for you for working hard during the day, so I specially took over the job of feeding the puppy. How can you, little guy, be angry with me? It's unreasonable."

Song Xiaole fell into self-blame, and said sullenly, "I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" Song Yanchu patted Song Xiaole's back and said with a smile, "I don't blame you, I just want to tell you that you are the number one with me."

Song Xiaole raised his head.

Song Yanchu held Song Xiaole's hand and pressed it to his chest, "Xiaole is here, and will never be abandoned or replaced."

"Where is this place?"

"It's the heart of a person, a place like a small house."

Song Xiaole's eyes turned red, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

He also held Song Yanchu's hand on his chest, holding both hands together, and said anxiously and earnestly: "Mr. Song is also here, in my heart."

Song Yanchu looked slightly startled.

Song Xiaole's palms are warm, the cotton pajamas are soft, the temperature in the room is gradually heating up, Song Yanchu's self-control has collapsed, he hugs Song Xiaole by the waist, Song Xiaole is defenseless, and the whole person throws himself in front of Song Yanchu, even bumping into the tip of his nose Song Yanchu's chin.

With such a close distance, Song Yanchu could kiss Song Xiaole's lips as long as he lowered his head slightly.

Song Xiaole's eyes were full of trust and admiration.

It would be nice to have a little more love.

Time froze for half a minute, and the impulse gradually cooled down. Song Yanchu let go of Song Xiaole helplessly, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

But Song Xiaole didn't understand anything, and kept sticking to Song Yanchu, "Mr. Song, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yanchu picked him up and put him on the other side of the bed, "I'm sleepy, Xiao Le will sleep with me."

Song Xiaole said "Okay", and then got into Song Yanchu's arms like a silkworm chrysalis, resting his head on Song Yanchu's arm, found a comfortable position, and lay half curled up.

After a while, I fell asleep.

The heartless little guy, Song Yanchu patted him on the back.

Being jealous is a good thing, even if it is not because of love, it at least proves that Song Xiaole no longer regards herself as a dispensable existence.

He won't blindly please Ji Jiayi like last time.

Song Xiaole lowered his eyebrows less and less now, most of the time, he was smiling foolishly.

He is growing up, he accepts his new identity, accepts the home that Song Yanchu gave him, has a job in contact with the society, has a salary, and has learned to count and write, and he will learn more in the future.Song Yanchu believes that it won't take long for Song Xiaole to fully recover his mind and become what a 22-year-old boy should be.

At that time, would you still say that I was in your heart?Will you still depend on me like this?Song Yanchu thought worryingly.

Song Xiaole fell asleep and uttered two ravings.

Song Yanchu printed a kiss on the hair on his forehead.

Song Xiaole didn't have to go to work today, he had a comfortable late sleep, Song Yanchu got up early to deal with business, and only woke up Song Xiaole when he came back.

Song Xiaole burrowed into his arms stickily.

"Get up and eat something, okay?" Song Yanchu put his arms around him.

Song Xiaole was still dreaming, she called out "Mr. Song" and fell asleep again.

Song Yanchu smiled, so he closed the curtains again, and when he walked out of the bedroom, he saw that the puppy was also sleeping soundly in the den, with its pink belly turned upwards, its head tilted, and it was sleeping dimly.

It is exactly the same as Song Xiaole in the house.

Song Yanchu suddenly remembered the appearance of Song Xiaole talking to the puppy seriously that day at the pet hospital. He paused as he untied his tie, but felt that his idea was too ridiculous, so he went to the study after untiing his tie.

Song Xiaole slept until eleven o'clock. When she opened her eyes, she was startled when she saw the clock. She hurriedly got out of bed to wash, and then ran to the kitchen to apologize to Song Yanchu.

"Little lazy pig is awake?"

Song Xiaole corrected: "It's not a pig."

"what is that?"

"It's nothing, it's Xiao Le."

Song Yanchu smiled, Song Xiaole saw that Song Yanchu didn't blame him for sleeping late, so he ran to the living room easily, hugged the puppy into his arms, and said: "When I was dreaming, I dreamed of a name, Ding Ding, you can call it Ding Ding , can you? Song Dingding."

He went to seek Song Yanchu's opinion, "Can it be called Song Dingding?"

Song Yanchu smiled and said, "Yes."

Song Xiaole was very happy.

"Xiao Le, I have something to tell you." Song Yanchu turned off the range hood and said hesitantly, "I'm going on a business trip for two days."

Song Xiaole's smile disappeared instantly, and the little dog sensed Song Xiaole's sudden depression, looked up at him and Song Yanchu, his dark round eyes turned around.

The corners of Song Xiaole's mouth almost turned to his chin. Song Yanchu hugged him and coaxed him, "It's really a must-attend event, and I can't push it away. It's only two days. I'll try to come back the night after tomorrow. Xiaole will take care of her at home. Take care of Ding Ding yourself, okay?"

"Okay," Song Xiaole leaned into Song Yanchu's arms aggrievedly, and said, "Mr. Song also needs to take care of himself."

Song Xiaole didn't expect that she would miss Mr. Song so much.

Song Yanchu left by plane at 08:30 in the morning, and Song Xiaole sat in the security room in a daze until ten o'clock.

Song Dingding was also moved by him to the security room, including the dog and the bed, and he was looking around curiously at the moment.

Brother Li came back after chatting with the patrol team, and seeing Song Xiaole's distraught appearance, he smiled and said, "Xiao Le, what's wrong with you?"

"Mr. Song is on a business trip."

"Of course the big boss will travel frequently, what's the matter?"

Song Xiaole's mouth was so pouted that he could hang an oil pot.

"I find that you have changed a lot now, Xiao Le, does Mr. Song treat you very well?"

Song Xiaole nodded immediately, "Excellent."

Brother Li put the tea mug aside, and asked gossipingly, "Did he say anything about the future?"

"what's up?"

"If he gets married in the future, how will he arrange you?"

Song Xiaole doesn't like the word "marriage" anymore, he said: "I don't know, anyway, Mr. Song said that I can always live in his house, and he will always treat me well."

Ding Ding stretched out his little fleshy claws.

Song Xiaole then added another sentence: "I will also treat Ding Ding well."

Brother Li couldn't understand Song Xiaole's words, waved his hands, and complained silently: "If you like relief so much, why don't you open a relief center at home?"

After eating and taking a shower at night, Song Xiaole lay on the bed and fiddled with her mobile phone.

He doesn't know how to use it yet, he can only answer the phone.

It was almost nine o'clock when Song Yanchu called. His voice was a little drunk, and it seemed strange to Song Xiaole's ears. He had never seen a drunk Song Yanchu before, so he couldn't help but clenched his pajama pants tightly.

"What is Xiaole doing?"

"No……"

"I thought you were in class, so I didn't dare to disturb you."

"Today, the teacher didn't come because he had something to do, but I did the math problems and memorized the text."

"Good boy." Song Yanchu said.

Song Xiaole's cheeks were hot, and she lowered her head and hugged her knees.

"Does Xiao Le miss me?"

"think."

Song Yanchu chuckled, "What do you think?"

"I just want to think about it so much, I can't eat, and TV is boring."

Song Yanchu was drunk, he lay down on the sofa, rubbed the center of his brows, his voice was soft and deep, even breathing lightly, as if he was seducing, he didn't say anything, just called "Xiao Le".

Song Xiaole suddenly became flustered.

It happened that the TV series was at a critical moment, the actor walked into the bedroom with the actress in his arms, and then the scene changed, half of the actor's shirt was taken off, he pressed on the actress, leaned over and kissed her.

This scene is far more explicit than all the romantic dramas Song Xiaole has seen before, Song Xiaole's eyes are wide open in shock.

"Is Xiao Le still asleep?"

"Sir——" Song Xiaole suddenly panicked, he felt his body was getting hot, he turned to Song Yanchu for help, "Sir, there are two people in the TV series, they hug each other, they are doing, doing very strange things."

Song Yanchu still smiled, "What strange thing?"

"Their faces are pasted together, and their mouths are also pasted together." Song Xiaole said angrily.

Song Yanchu was relaxed because of drunkenness, he deliberately said: "Xiao Le, it's not surprising."

"Isn't that strange?"

"That's what couples do with each other."

Song Xiaole fell silent, he knew what a couple was and what a husband and wife were, just like the little family portrait in Brother Li's wallet.

He said "oh".

After hanging up the phone, he couldn't sleep alone, so he hugged Ding Ding to the bed again, and slept with him in his arms. Ding Ding slept next to Song Xiaole for a while and felt hot, so he crawled to the pillow and fell asleep while screaming.

Song Xiaole's head has been holding the picture just now, no matter how much he can't get rid of it.

That night he had a dream. In the dream, when Mr. Song came back from a business trip, he specially prepared a table of dishes to welcome Mr. Song, but as soon as Mr. Song came back, he hugged him, carried him to the bedroom, and then took off his coat... …

Song Xiaole woke up from the dream, breaking out in a cold sweat.

He didn't fall asleep much in the second half of the night, tossing and turning until dawn. He took Song Dingding to the pet hospital for vaccinations early in the morning. The nurse was not there that day, and the cashier received him.

The cashier took Song Dingding's medical record information card, registered the vaccine time, and asked Song Xiaole to sign it.

Song Xiaole signed his name stroke by stroke.

"How old are you?" the cashier asked suddenly.

Song Xiaole was stunned, and replied slowly: "22 years old."

"really?"

"What, what do you mean?"

The cashier returned the pet's medical record card to Song Xiaole, with contemptuous but clear eyes, he asked, "How long has it been since you became a human?"

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感谢在2022-07-1608:44:43~2022-07-1621:51:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Sweet Brew Little Planet;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: I want to green Jiyue's day again 5 bottles; Gui の fairy lemon 1 bottle;

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