pick up cats

Most people were skeptical about Bai Yue's unthinkable words.

Huang Yi didn't quite believe it either, he pressed the "click click" sound of a simulated mechanical keyboard, and commented: This person's brain is not good, he is always talking about contact information.

"Tong Ming." Song Limian changed his mind and broke the silence.

Tong Ming was barely awake, rubbing his eyes in boredom, he turned his head to look at Song Limian.

Song Limian glanced at the rearview mirror, didn't say much, just raised his chin towards the phone holder, and Tong Ming lazily took off the phone.

"Looking at what?" He tilted his head and asked.

"WeChat." Song Limian said.

The three people in the back row sensed something was wrong and raised their heads one after another.

Through the gap in the back of the front seat, they watched Tong Ming unlock it with his fingerprint, and then poke open WeChat.

Song Limian glanced away before looking away, with a smile on his lips.

Tong Ming's thumb paused for two seconds in the air above the screen, and Hu asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Song Limian smiled deeper.

He felt a sense of accomplishment for some reason. Under his careful guidance, the little cat finally learned to use electronic products proficiently.

There is a kind of happiness similar to... nurturing?

Seeing that the other party didn't intend to answer, Tong Ming restrained his curiosity and quickly opened the WeChat group that kept popping up new news.

"Fuck," said Huang Yi, "did you guess it by divination?"

"Tsk, I really should record your expression just now." Song Limian was not very curious, the car stopped for more than ten seconds, he was stingy to cast his eyes on the mobile phone Tong Ming was holding, but made a teasing sound From Huang Yi.

When the red light turned green, Song Limian stepped on the gas pedal and said calmly, "You can't see it or not just because of how you hide it."

Huang Yi was taken aback.

Ding Yan couldn't help but asked again: "How did Xiao Tong know? You two didn't say anything just now, did you? Telepathy?"

"The frequency with which you bury your head...the expressions you showed in the middle are all the same. And you have looked at each other at least three times." Tong Ming swiped the screen, and Wen Tun said, "You must be reading the same news."

"It's been a long time since we've been in touch. You must be looking at the class group. Do you need to guess?" Song Limian sarcastically said in a calm tone, "Unless the three of you form a small group and form a group of three."

The truth was caught off guard, and the three lowered their heads with guilt.

Huang Yi's heartfelt voice: I suggest that you two immediately set up a stall to be magic sticks.On the fortune-telling flag, it says "Fortune-telling for husband and wife".

"What did you talk about?" Song Limian finally asked.

Huang Yi opened his lips subconsciously to answer, but the person in the co-pilot took the lead: "Talk about your first spring."

Song Limian choked immediately, even if he had guessed about it, he didn't expect that Tong Ming would say it mercilessly in the first second.

And the words are so...exquisite?

Song Limian's lips moved, and while Che Shao turned his head to look to the right, Tong Ming looked at him with a tacit understanding. The sunlight happened to penetrate the car window, so his eyes were not very clear behind the lens.

The arc of the other party's lips looked like a smile but not a smile. Song Limian guessed that he should not be angry, but he still looked back with a guilty conscience.

"Isn't my first spring just sitting next to me?" Song Limian coughed lightly.

"Really?" Tong Ming asked indifferently, "I thought I would be ranked in the middle?"

"What nonsense." Song Limian raised his eyebrows immediately, and the next second he realized that his tone was too harsh, he coaxed softly, "You are the first and the last."

"Oh? Did anyone jump in the line?" Tong Ming didn't give the other party face, and asked playfully by grasping the loopholes in the words.

"..." Song Limian had a headache.

His little cat used to be averse to oil and salt, and had to scratch a sofa when he lost his temper.

Before it finished venting its anger, no matter whether it was coaxing with a fresh bag or patting its head with its palm to threaten, the kitten was always stubborn. It would squint its bronze eyes and ignore its owner, and continue to play with its claws slowly.

Of course, it may be because the owner has always been reluctant to do anything, saying that a kitten should not be spoiled too much, and it is easy to be proud of it.

But there is no way, Song Limian has always been unprincipled when dealing with his kittens.

This is even more the case now.

"Your first..."

Song Limian glanced at him warningly.

Tong Mingshi changed his words, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Your old classmate seems to be in danger."

Speaking of this, Tong Ming paused for a while, tilting his head to observe Song Limian's expression, his narrow shoulders were leaning against the back of the wide chair, making his figure even thinner, and his jaw line was tightened so that his outline was beautifully exposed.

Song Limian seemed to like Tong Ming's low pressure at the moment, taking advantage of the gap between the passing of the straight traffic, he looked over with a half-smile and stared at it for a while.

The teasing eyes made Tong Ming unable to hold back any longer. He turned his face to the car window stiffly, and Song Limian released the brake and said "oh" indifferently.

The three people behind who tried to watch the play not only failed to witness the bloody quarrel of the young couple as they wished, but were also so utterly silent by the too silent atmosphere that they almost suffocated to death in the car.

Huang Yi, who was at the rear right, pressed down on the car window in a fit of anger, and the speed of the car, which was close to the upper limit, blew up the wind.

Compared with Tang Mu and Ding Yan, they are much better. Although they regret not being able to watch the theater, at least they can pass the time with sticky love. Not long after, the two well-articulated hands were held together again, During this period, several handshake postures were changed.

"..." Huang Yi made up his mind that he would never ride in this broken car again.

After a long time, the three people in the back seat left with regret, and the WeChat group was still noisy, but they had already turned to other things.

Tong Ming was not interested in other human affairs, so he threw back his phone and opened his mouth.

"...He said he was being followed," Tong Ming explained in a few words, his tone was serious, but his thin eyelids were drooping and he was still very casual, "Who have you offended recently?"

Tong Ming is obviously more concerned about the latter issue than about the rival in love whom he has never met.

"No, I've been staying with you recently." Song Limian heard the other party's meaning, and recalled it seriously.

"It should have happened earlier." Tong Ming analyzed, "If you really haven't contacted your old classmate in private, then the other party will definitely have to go through a lot of trouble to find... Bai Yue."

Perhaps it was Song Limian's illusion, Tong Ming said the last two words very quickly, as if he was afraid of biting his tongue.

"En." Song Limian nodded with a suppressed smile, and said in an innocent tone, "But I really can't think of provoking anyone... who is not very smart."

"How?" Tong Ming asked.

"According to my idea of ​​messing with whoever I like," the gate lever was raised, the car drove into the parking lot, Song Limian honked the horn at the traffic jamming in front of him, and said slowly, "Those people should also come to you. "

"But I can't put you in a crisis. They are destined not to succeed." After a while, Song Limian pulled the handbrake and continued, "Unless you find the wrong person."

"...so confident?" Tong Ming asked slowly as he turned his head and couldn't open the seat belt after pressing it for a long time.

Song Limian stretched out his arms, his strong and lean muscles rubbed against Tong Ming's body through the hot fabric, and untied him from the seat belt.

When the seat belt was retracted, Song Limian took advantage of the opportunity to grab Tong Ming, and kissed him not too long or too short.

"I'm not very confident in myself," he pressed Tong Ming's wet lower lip, as if he was nostalgic for this soft and elastic touch, and he said in a low voice after a little rubbing, "but I'm pretty sure about 'how much I care about you' confidence."

After coaxing Tong Ming into submission, Song Limian cooked a few small fishes for him.

In fact, Song Limian wanted to show off his culinary skills and cook something else for Tong Ming to celebrate the two of them finally achieving success, but unfortunately his kitten was too dedicated and only had this one dish on his mind.

There was no other way, Song Limian could only let him go.

When Song Limian was full, he nestled on the sofa and bit Tong Ming's lips to satisfy his soul. Tong Ming looked at the wetness in his eyes, as if he was worried that he would die of suffocation, so he took the initiative to grab the mobile phone on the coffee table and threw it to Song Limian.

"Let's have a look." Tong Ming lightly pushed Song Limian's chest and abdomen away, bent over to take out the glasses and put them on, so as to cover up the pink corners of his eyes, and muttered, "It's okay if something happens."

Song Limian didn't know that the other party was trying to divert his vigorous energy, but only thought that his kitten was sensible and kind, which was really itchy, so he brought him back again, stroked the muscle texture of the shoulder bone, and sucked the tip of his ear.

Tong Ming was so comfortable that the electric current flowed through them, and the same slender and straight breasts of the two were entangled together. Tong Ming couldn't help but put his left leg on Song Limian's right thigh. In a daze, his knee seemed to touch a dangerous existence.

He shivered for a moment, and immediately chose to urinate.

Song Limian stared at the back of the fleeing figure, smiled and shook his head, and then seriously browsed the chat records.

Because Song Limian had thought about it beforehand, he did not note his name in another group of high school classmates, and he never spoke.

The others also tacitly did not circle him, and Song Limian has a sense of network privacy, no matter the WeChat account, WeChat name or avatar, he can't figure out why...

So even if Bai Yue had searched for him among the group members, he was doomed to find no results.

The old classmate who acted as the "correspondent" sent a few more screenshots, Song Limian clicked casually, and at the same time leisurely peeled a bowl of crystal clear grapes for Tong Ming with his unsoiled hand.

When Tong Ming was a kitten, he couldn't eat many fruits, and grapes, a fruit that could easily induce kidney failure in cats, were naturally taboo.

Song Limian didn't think much about it before, he only thought that the other party liked all fruits except oranges. Now that he thinks about it, he feels that Tong Ming is like a rebellious child. .

After estimating the other party's appetite, Song Limian peeled off a bowl and then stopped. He slowly wiped the juice from each finger with a paper towel before continuing to read the chat history.

There wasn't much information, so Bai Yue talked about the whole story of finding out that he was being followed, and then desperately searched for some information about the stalker.

The "correspondent" seemed unwilling to disclose Song Limian's WeChat ID directly, and Bai Yue was not annoyed when he felt anxious. Instead, he sincerely said that he hoped that the other party would inform Song Limian of this matter. He didn't say it clearly, but the words were full of determination that "Song Limian will not leave him alone".

The "correspondent" readily agreed, and disclosed the matter to Song Limian...and a group of classmates.

In the temporary group set up for camping in the wild without Bai Yue, he circled Song Limian.

Thin, underage, crew cut, squinted...

When Song Limian groped his jaw, a figure he hadn't seen for a long time appeared in his mind. Gradually, he raised his brows.