Furry Feeding Diary

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Song Yanchu hugged Song Xiaole onto his body. Because of her nervousness, Song Xiaole turned into a rag doll who could be manipulated by others, lying limply on Song Yanchu's side, without any strength at all.

Song Yanchu said helplessly: "Song Xiaole, what is going on in your little head?"

"I want to be with Mr. Song," Song Xiaole suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, and changed his name, "I want to do many, many intimate things with you, and I want to become a couple."

"You don't know anything."

Song Xiaole defended herself: "I understand, I understand a lot, Mr. Song, don't dislike me, I am no longer a puppy."

"What do you know?"

"I know what a couple is. A couple eats together, sleeps together, and holds hands to go shopping. After the relationship becomes deeper, the couple will become a couple. If they become a couple, they will live together. In a few years, there will be more Little baby, but there are also couples who always quarrel at home, and the mother-in-law will come out to bully the daughter-in-law, and then—”

Song Yanchu pinched Song Xiaole's chattering mouth helplessly, "Xiao Le, watch less TV dramas."

Song Xiaole smiled silly: "I also know that Mr. Song's mother is my mother-in-law!"

Song Yanchu stared fixedly at Song Xiaole for a few seconds, then stroked Song Xiaole's neck, and slightly raised his body to kiss him. Although it was just a light kiss, Song Yanchu knew in his heart that this was an uncontrollable heartbeat, and a collapse of self-control. .

He asked Song Xiaole with a smile in his eyes: "It turns out that Xiaole not only wants to fall in love with me, but also wants to be my wife?"

"Think, think." Song Xiaole was a little shy, and her voice became softer.

After he finished speaking, he secretly raised his head to look at Song Yanchu.

Puppies always show love with their wet eyes.

He was full of only Song Yanchu, as if without Song Yanchu, everything in this world would be meaningless. Song Yanchu only felt that the language was pale and powerless, and no amount of vows could compare to the hug at this moment. His house is big, the bed It's also very big, but they want to cuddle together, hugging Song Xiaole tightly in their arms, wishing that Song Xiaole could melt into his body.

"Xiao Le, no matter how much suffering you suffered in your previous life, you will enjoy as much blessing in this life."

Song Xiaole's emotions always come and go in a hurry, and soon he fell asleep in Song Yanchu's arms. Song Yanchu lowered his head and kissed him, and said softly, "I love you so much."

Song Xiaole smacked her lips and changed to a more comfortable sleeping position.

Song Xiaole became too dependent on Song Yanchu, sticking to Song Yanchu's back like a little tail all day long. Although she was still on guard in the security room, she started calling Song Yanchu at noon or during her shifts. Song Yanchu also hated him, thinking After thinking about it, I took him to be my secretary.

Miss Secretary was not very happy at first, she felt that she was already very busy with work, and it would be very troublesome to teach another idiot like Song Xiaole who didn't understand anything.

But Song Yanchu offered her two salaries.

The secretary immediately accepted the job with a smile, and carefully prepared a work permit for Song Xiaole.

Song Yanchu told the secretary the same way he had told the property manager: "You don't have to ask him to do anything, just put two color printers next to his desk for him to play with, he likes that."

"Ah?" Miss Secretary opened her mouth wide.

She had never seen Song Yanchu like this before. When Song Xiaole was mentioned, the smile and tenderness in Song Yanchu's eyes almost overflowed.

"Let's arrange his desk in my office. Change him to a chair like mine, the leather one."

Song Xiaole didn't know where to get out, and he was very dissatisfied when he heard Song Yanchu's order, "No, I'm here to work hard, not to play, sir, if you keep fooling me like this, I'll go back to work as a security guard."

Miss Secretary was startled. She had seen Mr. Song throw a tantrum at the board meeting, and she had seen Mr. Song dismiss the old employees of the company for many years with a cold face. Even the chairman who had retired to the second line now completely listened to Mr. Song. No one here dared to refute Mr. Song, let alone refuse directly.

But Song Yanchu was not angry at all, and even pinched his cheek pamperingly, "Okay, then arrange some work for Xiao Le, Xiao Le will spend a week learning to type on the keyboard by himself, and when he is proficient, Secretary Zhang will give it to you. Arrange things."

Only then did Song Xiaole smile: "Okay!"

The secretary stomped her feet secretly, wishing she had a camera on her face and took a picture of this scene to share with the work group.

Song Xiaole is indeed here to work hard, and he still has to make money for Mr. Song.

Before leaving, the property owner paid him half a year's salary, and he gave all 3 yuan to Song Yanchu, and said excitedly, "I want to buy clothes for Mr. Song."

But he didn't expect that Mr. Song would cost [-] yuan for a suit jacket!

Song Xiaole broke her fingers and began to hesitate.

Mr. Song looks good in it, but there are still many good-looking clothes in Mr. Song's closet. Song Xiaole touched the price tag and asked tentatively: "Sir, actually, I think the brown one is also very good-looking."

The brown out-of-season models are only more than 9000.

Song Yanchu laughed out loud: "How did the puppy pick and search?"

Song Xiaole refused: "Because I have to support my family, and I also need to buy vegetables and meat."

Song Yanchu couldn't stop laughing: "It turns out that Xiao Le is supporting our family, Xiao Le is working so hard."

"It was!"

Song Yanchu pulled Song Xiaole into the dressing room and kissed her hard. Song Xiaole hugged Song Yanchu's neck in a dizzy state, and said with a nympho: "Just buy this one, it's so handsome."

Song Xiaole took out the card, and waited until the [-] nine flowers went out before she suddenly woke up, pawing at the counter pitifully, regretting being tricked by Mr. Song.

But as soon as he left the store, Song Yanchu took him to a youthful formal clothing store and bought him three suits. Song Xiaole stood in front of the mirror, looking at the formal suit on his body, feeling at a loss and flustered. , whispered: "Sir, will the employees of your company disapprove of me? Will they speak ill of you behind your back?"

"will not."

"I will definitely work hard, and I won't drag you down."

Song Yanchu leaned over to kiss him, Song Xiaole noticed the clerk's gaze, blushed and avoided it, and ran to the counter to pay, but the money on the card was not enough, Song Xiaole took out WeChat again, made it up with the money in WeChat, and paid Afterwards, Song Xiaole's total net worth was only over 200 yuan.

Song Yanchu deliberately teased him: "What should I do? Xiao Le has become a pauper."

How can Song Xiaole, who is diligent and thrifty, want to buy so many clothes? He has never worn clothes in his previous life. In this life, he can continue to wear clothes as long as they don't break. But Mr. Song is too extravagant and wasteful.

Song Xiaole sighed, thinking how difficult it is to support a family.

He has to work hard.

Song Xiaole sat on the desk, took the instructional video that Miss Secretary found for him, and learned typing and basic computer operation bit by bit.

At the beginning, he was very excited to share his achievements with Song Yanchu, "Sir, I created a folder!"

Song Yanchu came over, kissing and boasting, and holding the armrests of Song Xiaole's chairs on both sides, turning Song Xiaole to him, so that it was easier to kiss him, the kiss continued for almost 5 minutes, and the secretary might come in at any time.

Song Xiaole felt that it was a waste of time, so he pushed Song Yanchu away and said, "Sir, it's working time now!"

Song Yanchu was left out in the cold, and later Song Xiaole learned more and was able to use the browser to search for things, and he refused to tell Song Yanchu that Song Yanchu had no intention of working, so he asked Song Xiaole with his face: "What did Xiaole learn?"

"Nothing." Song Xiaole said coldly.

"Xiao Le..."

"What are you doing?" Song Xiaole didn't raise her head.

"Baby Xiaole..."

Song Xiaole glared at Song Yanchu angrily, "Mr. Song, why aren't you working yet?"

Song Yanchu was very hurt, so he had to look down at the documents.

Song Xiaole realized the problem belatedly, and when she was about to get off work, the secretary ran over and told Song Xiaole: "Mr. Song is not in a good mood today, and he always frowns during meetings. It's really scary. If we are not careful, we will suffer scold."

Song Xiaole patted her chest: "It's okay, I'll just coax you."

"Are you sure, coaxing is fine?"

Miss Secretary's eyes were playful, and Song Xiaole always felt that Miss Secretary's expression at that time was a bit like Wen Jia.

He asked the secretary about the length of the meeting, and when Song Yanchu came back and opened the door, he threw himself into Song Yanchu's arms and said softly, "Sir, I miss you." Song Yanchu's frown quickly disappeared. Stretched out.

Song Xiaole blinked at the secretary outside the door, indicating that she was coaxed.

But in the next second, Song Yanchu held his butt and hugged him.

"Eh?"

He watched Song Yanchu close the door with one hand, and the gap in the door was getting smaller and smaller. The secretary called out "Xiao Le" worriedly.

It was only when Song Xiaole was thrown into the inner lounge that he realized that he was doomed today. He climbed to the side of the bed and muttered: "Mr. Song, I haven't saved my folder yet."

Song Yanchu didn't stop him, just lay on his side and looked at him.

Song Xiaole thought for a while and still didn't get out of bed. He rolled around and rolled into Song Yanchu's arms. In order to protect Miss Secretary and her group from being scolded, he said tragically, "Forget it, I won't keep it."

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The author has something to say:

I'll finish it tomorrow, hehe

感谢在2022-07-2122:13:51~2022-07-2221:07:19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 Jiujiu;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：千.13瓶；一念成山河7瓶；所以、今天鸽子生锈了吗5瓶；彬蔚4瓶；565392642瓶；今天学会了物理嘛、新写手、旧金山的爆米花30一斤、江雪Eloise、补妆妹、亚亚yaya、昭一1瓶；

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