How can you fall in love with your fan!

After the concert ended, Liao Shan asked his brother to go to the celebration banquet with high spirits on the phone.Wu Ruiqing took the plane in the early morning and had another busy day, and he was really overwhelmed.He politely refused, and then followed Gu Zhuoli into the car a little tiredly, even pulling the seat belt slower than usual.

"You're exhausted." The man looked at the two blue spots in front of him, and felt distressed. "Help Wangxuan optimize the business structure or something. The group is doing very well now, so why pursue such a high level. You can just fish for half a year."

Wu Ruiqing put the back of the seat back, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and replied casually: "Let's talk about it later."

Saying it later means not agreeing, but I just don't want to argue for the time being.

Gu Zhuoli knew his boyfriend's stubborn temper hidden under gentleness, and he had no choice but to sigh and start the car.

In the quiet carriage, there is only the slight sound of the air conditioner, and the warm and closed space is isolated from the early spring cold outside. Wu Ruiqing rests his head on the tilted seat back, facing the man, and closes his eyes. Fall into light sleep.

Gu Zhuoli drove steadily, and glanced at the screen on the navigation stand. At 22:14, the route is smooth, and the estimated time of arrival home is 23:04.

He thought in his mind that five or ten minutes was just enough for Wu Ruiqing to take a nap.After returning home, let him take a bath first and cook porridge by himself. It should allow him to drink a bowl of red bean porridge to warm his stomach before going to bed.

Wu Ruiqing's lifestyle is quite old-fashioned. He doesn't even have a sweeping robot at home, so he must be away from home for a few months.Gu Zhuoli is the complete opposite. Everything from the home stereo to the bedroom curtains is smart, and even the mink he raises has a much higher IQ than other people's pets.Therefore, on the plane back, the two decided to take their luggage and live at Gu Zhuoli's house for a few days. After the rhythm of life was adjusted, they discussed together who to live with.

When Gu Zhuoli returned home, he urged Wu Ruiqing to take a bath to soothe his stiff body. When he plunged into the kitchen and washed the red beans with clean water, he thought in a daze, actually, it would be nice to live at Mr. Wu's house.

Although he has always despised those mediocre people who are not good at using technology, if it is his and Wu Ruiqing's home, he thinks that he would roll up his sleeves and scrub every inch of the floor every day, and carry a small water bottle to water the green plants on the balcony by himself.

The man yawned from sleepiness, thinking in a daze, love is so fucking blind.

Four 10 minutes in the pressure cooker, every red bean is boiled to burst, blending with the deep red rice soup.Gu Zhuoli warmed up a few shrimp dumplings frozen in the refrigerator, and called Wu Ruiqing to come out for dinner.

Wu Ruiqing just took a shower and sat in a daze in the living room. When he got home, the sleek and fashionable temperament of this young elite CEO was washed away. He was wearing fluffy slippers and wrapped in a bathrobe that reached his ankles. Slowly come and sit down.

"How does it feel to be home?" Gu Zhuoli asked with a smile while filling the porridge.

"It's very time-traveling." Wu Ruiqing rubbed his face, rubbing away the two blushes accumulated on his cheeks from taking a bath, and said in a low voice: "It's very familiar, but I feel... a little uncomfortable, something is not quite right. "

Gu Zhuoli sighed, sat down opposite him, and said softly, "Coincidentally, I have a little too."

Wu Ruiqing lowered his head and drank two mouthfuls of porridge. From his throat to his esophagus to his stomach, it was sweet and warm. He breathed out and said in a low voice, "But it's home after all, and it's quick to get acquainted with it again."

After taking a bath and drinking porridge, Wu Ruiqing was not sleepy anymore. He helped Gu Zhuoli unpack and pack the suitcase, and then was forced to download the nineteen smart phones that manage this duplex apartment of less than [-] square meters on his mobile phone. Software, looking at the new icons on the screen, I feel very speechless.

"I think you need Blacker more than I do." Wu Ruiqing said helplessly: "You should let him think of a way, at least write a program to find a way to integrate these apps."

Gu Zhuoli copied and pasted all the usernames and passwords into the chat box of the two of them, checked them carefully, clicked send, and then looked up seriously: "He really can't do this—even if he is capable, he only has one head, which is not enough to shoot of."

The man exaggeratedly took a deep breath, "Boss Wu, please feel sorry for Ke'er! Don't let him do some illegal and criminal things for you!"

"It's not that serious." Wu Ruiqing glared at him, but he couldn't help laughing, "Maybe it will attract the attention of the technology giants, and they will give him an annual salary of tens of millions to enclose him in secret."

"Yes, I have to thank you for being sold by you. Mr. Wu has always behaved." Gu Zhuoli gave a thumbs up and said with emotion, "For example, I am happy to be your licking dog. It is a pleasure to lick the dog for a while, and it is always licking the dog... Oh, I'm going, take it easy!"

The man backed away for a moment, curled his lips, "You can't attack your waist, how can you live if your kidneys are damaged?"

Wu Ruiqing's scalp was blown by his sloppy lips, she gave him a glare, turned and walked to the bedroom, "Don't be shy, are you still sleeping or not?"

The man followed in two steps in three steps, and said in a low voice, "Since you're not sleepy anymore..."

Wu Ruiqing rushed two steps into the room, closed the door from the inside, and said indifferently through the door: "Get out."

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It was past two o'clock in the morning, and in the somewhat empty apartment, the two of them still didn't sleep.

Gu Zhuoli lay down on his big bed, stretched out his hand to hook Wu Ruiqing, but he missed Wu Ruiqing, so he lazily moved his body and wrapped his arms around his waist to feel comfortable.

"Are you going to sleep or not?" Wu Ruiqing was a little annoyed, it was already midnight, and he had to go to work tomorrow.

Gu Zhuoli murmured: "It's time to sleep...but..."

He swallowed, and said emptyly: "Why do I always feel that I still don't feel at ease?"

The man puffed up his cheeks and frowned, thinking, shouldn't it? After drinking the porridge, taking a bath, and hugging Mr. Wu, sleeping on his deathly comfortable big bed, why does everything feel wrong?

Isn't it just two or three months away from home? There have been times longer than this before.

Wu Ruiqing was so sleepy that his eyelids twitched, he pushed the hand on his body away indiscriminately, and turned to the side, "Please, brother, go to sleep."

As he moved, Gu Zhuoli also felt the slight tremor of the mattress under him, and muttered: "I'm really leading you to talk badly now, every day..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the bedroom fell into a dead silence. Wu Ruiqing, who was already fast asleep, sensed something was wrong, struggled to recall his lax consciousness, and turned to look at the man, "What's wrong?"

Gu Zhuoli's eyes widened, his expression looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Fuck!" he cursed.

Wu Ruiqing was startled by him, sat up, his eyes were blank, "What's wrong?"

Gu Zhuoli followed, without stopping, turned over and got off the bed, panicked and embarrassed.He groped to the edge of the bed in the dark, and knelt down facing the bed with a plop.

Wu Ruiqing woke up completely, "What are you doing... are you bewitched?"

He was so frightened by the sudden change that his heart was beating wildly, he subconsciously clicked on the phone screen, 02:59.

Gu Zhuoli didn't have the heart to answer him at all, he knelt on the side of the bed and pressed his hands on the ground, knocking his head down.

Wu Ruiqing: "???"

His first thought was, does 120 care about sudden neuropathy?Before he could figure it out, Gu Zhuoli yelled under the bed: "Little London!!!"

"Where's my mink? Where did I go?"

Wu Ruiqing's back felt cold, and the expression on his face suddenly became solemn.

——He finally knew why he felt something was wrong after returning home.

At three o'clock in the morning, the lights in the apartment were brightened up again.Gu Zhuoli ran upstairs and downstairs in his slippers, opening every cupboard door and kneeling under the bed, shouting more and more desperately.

"London! Little London!"

"Little London, are you home? Where did you go?!"

Wu Ruiqing was so nervous that his heart was about to pop out of his throat. He followed the man and searched all the rooms that the man had searched for. Pry up the floor to find it.

Downstairs, living room, dining room, master bedroom, cloakroom, two bathrooms, no marten.

Upstairs, two guest bedrooms, a study room, a gym equipment room, a small storage room, and no mink.

The tall man from Northeast China was on the verge of collapse. After searching upstairs and downstairs for half an hour, his eyes were red and his voice was full of tears. He had changed from shouting to muttering, "Little London... What about Little London..."

Holding the last hope, Gu Zhuoli opened the closet on the wall of the cloakroom, lifted the lid of the washing machine and took a look inside, then came out in a daze and sat down on the bed, "It's really gone..."

As a pet mink that perfectly integrates with human society, Little London has many survival skills that other pets can't match.Previously, Gu Meiliang didn't doubt that Little London could answer the phone. He was not joking, because Little London was really smart.

It will drink water by itself from the pet drinking fountain connected to the direct drinking water system, press the button on the feeder when it knows it is hungry, consciously use the automatic pet toilet every day, and even go to the cabinet by itself when the feeder storage bin is out of food Drag the huge bag of pet food out of the bag, dig it into the storage bin with its claws, and then press the button with a sense of ritual, enjoying the pleasant clattering sound of the feeder releasing the food.

As for the food that fell on the ground, it didn't even look at it, because Gu Zhuoli never ate dirty food on the table, setting a good example for the children.

Because of this, every time Gu Zhuoli travels far away, he only needs to make sure that the cabinet door is unlocked, the water gate is not closed, and the apartment is well ventilated, and he doesn't care about the mink at all.

The fully automatic pet toilet can last for about two weeks, so it is enough for Marco to clean it every two weeks, no worries at all.

Wu Ruiqing looked at the dazed man staring at the floor in a daze, and reminded: "Didn't Ma report the situation in Little London last week? There is nothing unusual other than gaining weight."

"Oh yes." The man stood up suddenly, "When was that? Six days ago, yes, six days ago, I called Marco."

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Marco's voice sounded as weak as if he had lost both kidneys.

"Chairman, good evening... No, good morning. Cough, I thought I would have to wait until the next day after you returned to Beijing to be tortured by you, but that's right, it's the next day..."

Gu Zhuoli interrupted his thoughts, his eyes were about to burst, "Where's my mink?"

Marco was taken aback by the question, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, and his voice came back to him, "Aren't you at home? I just went to take care of the poop last week. When I left, I filled up the granary, tried the water feeder, and played with it. For a while. Then it crawled back under the bed to sleep and I left."

Marco paused, "Little London has always been unwilling to play with people. It only eats and sleeps, and occasionally scratches your comic book. You know that..."

Gu Zhuoli exploded with grief, his Adam's apple trembled violently, and said loudly: "Little London is gone! I left my mink to you to take care of, but you..." The man lost control of his emotions and really wanted to shed tears. He rubbed his eyes Feeling self-blame again, he said in a low voice: "No, I don't blame you, it's my fault, I trust a mink's ability to take care of itself too much, I'm sorry for it, I'm a scum, I'm his mom……"

"Gu Zhuoli." Wu Ruiqing suddenly stood up from the sofa, motioned him to hang up the phone, and said thoughtfully, "Marco just said that Little London went back to sleep under the bed before he left?"

Gu Zhuoli threw the phone away and nodded, "Well...it loves this bed of mine the most. Although it doesn't like to be in contact with people, it is very close to me. It must sleep in my arms when it is young. At most, it can only accept the distance of being separated from me by a bed board, and its dependence on me is like that on my mother..."

"Okay, okay." Wu Rui interrupted him with a clear head, frowning: "When Marco left, it went back to sleep under the bed, that is to say, it couldn't sneak out with Marco. We have looked for it at home. Now, it must not be there, so where could it have escaped from during these six days?"

Gu Zhuoli was taken aback by the question, and after a while he said: "Upstairs...Little London sometimes goes to the second floor to look for comic books. The upstairs is a bit boring, so the door to the balcony is always open."

Gu Zhuoli's scalp was numb, and he raised his feet and walked up, "No way...fuck, but there are screens, and it hates the pile of snow on the balcony in winter, so it won't even step on it if you push it."

Wu Ruiqing followed him up the stairs, comforting in a low voice, "Don't worry, if it jumps off the building..." Wu Ruiqing paused, "The property owner knows that you keep minks, and will notify you when they see the dead body. The rooftop is gone, let's go and have a look first."

Gu Zhuoli couldn't listen to Wu Ruiqing's analysis anymore, he stumbled upstairs, went to the balcony and squatted down to take a look - the black screen window was pierced with a hole the size of a watermelon from the position close to the ground, which would still There is wind pouring in.

"..."

Gu Zhuoli stiffly opened the screen window and stepped out, stepping into the wet spring snow with his cotton slippers, and wept against the night sky.

Wu Ruiqing's heart was almost frozen, and he was about to pull the man to prevent him from jumping from the 25th floor, when he turned his head inadvertently, and suddenly a lump of hairy things broke into his sight.

In the dark and windy early spring midnight, on the top floor of an international apartment, there is only a three-meter distance between the exit balconies of the two households on the left and right. The roof has almost no slope, enough for a mink to happily climb the wall.

A certain northeastern ferret with frizzy hair was lying on the neighbor's balcony door in the cold wind, with its face against the glass, looking inside motionlessly like a bewitched man.

Probably because he couldn't see what he wanted to see, and was so anxious that he scratched at the door.

Before Gu Zhuoli burst into tears, he suddenly heard two aggrieved whimpers in the wind.He thought it was his own voice, and was thinking that people would cry when they were extremely sad without even realizing it, so he felt Wu Ruiqing pat him on the shoulder from behind.

When the man turned his head, Wu Ruiqing turned his head to look at the balcony next door, speechless.

At 03:30 in the morning, the whole community was sleeping soundly, when a grown man suddenly yelled like a maniac, and the north wind roared and echoed in the night sky.

“Little London!!!!”

"What???!!!"

The author has something to say:

Little London: WRNMMP, scare mink to death

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