The first mascot of the special department

chapter37

The sixtieth cat is not afraid of Shuobei.As a cat, it was lying on the sofa in long strips, and there was even a bit of ridicule and contempt on its expressionless face.

Even so, Shuo Bei still hugged it, after all he wanted to use it to knock on Jiang Yuan's bedroom door.But Shuobei's posture was not right, as soon as he started to grab someone's belly, the cat whined, turned around flexibly, and left three paw prints on Shuobei's hands.

This sound startled Jiang Yuan in the bedroom.He was only one step away from the door, and when he heard the cat meowing, he immediately unscrewed the doorknob and strode into the living room.

The cat squatted on the dining table, arched its back, and stared at Shuo Bei.

"Are you bullying my cat?" Jiang Yuan took a step sideways, protecting the sixty-year-old cat behind his back, and stared at Shuobei with his sixty-year-old cat expressionlessly.

"I didn't." Shuo Bei lowered his eyebrows, lowered his voice, and explained sincerely, "I just touched its belly."

His expression resembled a husband who was about to be punished by his wife to kneel on the washboard.Looking at Shuobei, Jiang Yuan suddenly had such a thought in his heart.The next second, he felt goosebumps all over his body at the thought.

Jiang Yuan used a sneer to hide his unease: "If it's just touching its stomach, it can't sound like it's being bullied. Say, what else did you do?"

"I touched its belly, and then hugged it." Shuobei confessed honestly.

"No one told you that you can't hug a strange cat casually? And this cat is a raccoon cat, a purebred native Chinese garden cat, with a strong stress response and strong lethality, the kind that will be rejected if you take it to a pet shop for a bath!" Jiang Yuan There was a bit of anger in the reprimand, the dark eyes were extremely bright, and the expression was vivid and beautiful.

Shuobei looked at Jiang Yuan, feeling a little distracted for a moment.Now Jiang Yuan, although he still has a straight face from time to time, too lazy to make expressions, but compared to the past four days in the holy land, when he was a god and an immortal, his emotions are much richer, like a flower, full of enthusiasm , not concealing the fragrance, it made Shuobei feel a little itchy.

He wanted to dig flowers out of the natural land and plant them in his garden for one person to enjoy.

"Did it catch you?" Jiang Yuan sighed heavily after scolding him.

Hearing this, Shuobei blinked his eyes, struggled for two seconds, and then handed it out.Although his skin color is not as white as Jiang Yuan's, it's not as dark as it could be. The color is probably ivory white. The wound scratched by the sixty-year-old cat was on the back of his hand. At first it was just a few white marks, but now there is not much blood oozing out. But it looks very obvious.

Jiang Yuan grabbed his hand and dragged him into the bathroom.Amidst the sound of splashing water, Jiang Yuan said unhappily: "You should be lucky, the sixtieth year is vaccinated against rabies on time every year."

"It's fine if I don't get vaccinated, even if I carry the rabies virus, I won't die." Shuo Bei leaned on the tile next to the sink, talking casually, watching Jiang Yuan use his spiritual power to dissolve a small ball of soap and mix it into soap water to clean his wound.

His actions were not gentle, even a little rough, but Shuobei's heart was filled with something.

Jiang Yuan squeezed out the blood accumulated on the surface of the back of his hand, and then washed it back and forth with soapy water. After cleaning, he slapped Shuobei's hand away and looked up at this person: "If it really carries rabies virus, then it Just died. Tell me, what do you want to do by hugging the cat?"

Shuobei leaned closer to Jiang Yuan, raised his lips and smiled: "Have you noticed that you actually know me very well." His voice was very low, and all the coldness in the past was suppressed. It sounded subdued and very magnetic.

Jiang Yuan couldn't stand him talking like this, and the two of them got very close again, breathing intertwined, and the temperature in the bathroom rose rapidly.Jiang Yuan's eyelashes trembled, he raised his hand covered with water, and opened Shuo Bei's face.

"Do you know that a distance must be kept between people!" he said angrily.

"Distance? How far?" Shuo Bei retreated symbolically, his behavior could be described as creeping, "Is 10 centimeters enough?"

Jiang Yuan took out his individual electromagnetic gun and put it on his shoulder, facing Shuobei's handsome face, "Believe it or not, I'll blow you out."

This suite has two rooms and one living room. The bathroom is not very spacious, and it is divided into dry and wet areas, separated by a glass door, which makes the side of the sink even more narrow.The two men squeezed here, and the mirror barely framed them together. There was an extra cannon barrel out of thin air, and Shuo Bei was immediately pushed against the glass door of the wet area.

Shuobei coughed lightly, and changed the topic back to the previous one. Jiang Yuan asked him what he wanted to do with the cat, "It hasn't eaten, and it looks a little wilted, so I want to bring it to ask you if you want to make it something to eat." of."

"Heh, are you so kind?" Jiang Yuan took a step forward, and the muzzle hit Shuobei's chest.

"You didn't eat much at noon, I want to make you something to eat." Shuo Bei looked into Jiang Yuan's eyes with a focused and natural expression.

With a stern face, Jiang Yuan refused succinctly: "No need."

Shuobei suggested, "How about the tomato pot?"

Jiang Yuan was speechless for a while, and said in a bad mood: "Your character design is broken, the agreed Special Affairs Bureau humanoid self-propelled refrigerator."

"Who said that?" Shuobei asked.

"Everyone says so."

Shuobei raised his brows lightly, and then, unexpectedly, Jiang Yuan nodded: "Then I am indeed a failure."

Jiang Yuan: "..."

The bazooka lay between the two, and the person holding it had a cold face, and there was a little threat in his eyes. No matter how you looked at it, it was a picture full of gunpowder and flames. Please: "Cook some beef balls, shrimp and beef rolls in the tomato pot, okay?"

At this moment, Jiang Yuan recalled the previous dream—the little boy emerged from the depths of the lotus, swam back to the shore like a fish, and held out the piece of jade he touched under the water like offering a treasure.

"Master, master, I picked up a piece of jade at the bottom of the lake, is it jadeite?"

"A few days ago a phoenix came to you. It is beautiful, and you are so beautiful. I will engrave you all on it."

"I like Master, and I also like this piece of jade, so I want to give the jade to Master."

Immediately afterwards, this page was turned over, and another scene emerged in front of my eyes.

At that time, he only knew Shuo Bei. This man appeared in his house out of thin air, helped him clean up the monsters with malicious intentions, and then hung a piece of jade on his chest.

Thinking about it carefully, the carving on the jade seems to be a person and a phoenix.

Thousands of years passed, and the wind, frost, rain and snow passed by. It turned out that he had never given away that piece of jade.

The expression of the person in the mirror gradually softened. Jiang Yuan saw it, and immediately withdrew his thoughts from the memory, forcing himself to recover into a facial paralysis, "Do you want me to go to the supermarket to buy vegetables with you next?"

Shuobei shook his head: "No, we can use Jingdong Fresh Supermarket."

Jiang Yuan was speechless.

"You are very good." After a long time, Jiang Yuan rolled his eyes, put away the barrel, turned and walked out of the bathroom.

He chose to compromise, no matter what, he couldn't make things difficult for him.What's more, Shuobei hit his point precisely - the cat hasn't eaten yet.

"Cats eat boiled chicken breast, and some chicken liver and duck liver. According to the weight of sixty-year-old cats, 180 to 200 grams is enough for a meal." Jiang Yuan said to the people behind him in a flat and unwavering voice.

Shuobei sighed: "It's accurate enough."

Jiang Yuan: "Hmm."

On the floor, the [-]-year-old cat tore a tissue from nowhere, and was kicking and gnawing, having a great time playing. Compared with the vigilance and nervousness when it first entered the door, it was a different cat.

"It seems to be familiar with the environment." Shuo Bei whispered.

Jiang Yuan took it for granted: "Because I've lived here for a while, my smell is everywhere, so I feel more at ease."

Shuobei: "Tsk."

The sixtieth cat, which tore the paper towels into pieces, rolled around on the ground, got up and walked in front of Shuo Bei, and stepped on him mercilessly.

Shuobei looked indifferent.

Jiang Yuan stepped on his slippers and walked slowly towards the kitchen. Shuo Bei followed him 10 centimeters behind and asked, "How did you think about the things you thought about before?"

"Anyway, your personality is broken. If you like to sleep on the sofa, you can sleep on the sofa, and you like to sleep on the floor, but the premise is that you are not allowed to enter my room." Jiang Yuan said lightly.

"Okay." Shuobei nodded, very easygoing, and then asked: "Do you want to make some more bacon and enoki mushroom rolls?"

Jiang Yuan stopped, raised his fist, and turned to Shuobei who was getting closer and closer, threatening while saying, "Can you stop changing the subject so quickly?"

Shuobei took a half step back slowly: "We can talk about multiple topics at the same time, just like chatting with several people at the same time on WeChat."

"..."

Shuobei: "So do you want to eat bacon and enoki mushroom rolls?"

Jiang Yuan didn't want to talk to him at all, but this person's presence was very obvious, and his response was quick and quick. He walked when he walked, and he stopped when he stopped. He was more dedicated than Shadow.

"Can you stop following me!" Jiang Yuan turned his head.

"I want to see what you are going to do." Shuobei said frankly.

Jiang Yuan gave Shuo Bei a vicious look, picked up the electric kettle, opened and closed it, and then turned on the faucet with a bang, filling up a pot of water: "Boil water."

"Make tea for me?" Shuobei asked tentatively.

thump—

The electric kettle returned to the socket, and due to Jiang Yuan's rough action, a lot of water splashed out from the mouth of the kettle, but it fell on Shuobei's body in an unbiased manner.

Jiang Yuan tilted his head and sneered: "You're hot."

Shuo Bei said "Oh", sounding quite disappointed.

"..." Jiang Yuan found that he had nothing to do with this person.

Jingdong Fresh Supermarket delivered the goods quickly, Jiang Yuan let Shuobei to toss in the kitchen alone, sat on the sofa by himself, and watched "A Brief History of Humanity" that he hadn't finished before.

The sound insulation effect of the kitchen door is very good, but some people are dishonest.

"Sixty-year-old boiled meat, should it be cut up and then boiled, or should it be boiled whole and eaten directly?" Shuobei pushed open the kitchen door, held a bowl of chicken breast, and asked Jiang Yuan seriously.

This was a question Jiang Yuan had to answer. He turned a page of the book and answered, "Cut it into cubes, add some water, and steam it with an egg steamer."

But soon, there was a new question: "How to distribute the ratio of chicken liver, duck liver and meat?"

Jiang Yuan: "Meat is the majority."

Shuobei: "How much is the majority? Two-thirds or three-quarters?"

Jiang Yuan was caught up in the question. He hadn't cooked cat food for a long time, so he couldn't remember the proportion at once, so he looked it up and said: "Liver accounts for 5%."

After a while, a voice came from the kitchen again: "Do you want to give it some fish?"

"It doesn't like fish." Jiang Yuan said.

Shuobei: "It's a sea fish. I saw it was very interested just now."

Jiang Yuan said impatiently: "Then get some."

After that, Shuobei stopped bothering Jiang Yuan with questions. He read more than ten pages of the book, and suddenly he was not used to it.Jiang Yuan's hands flicking through the book froze.

Dazed, she actually wanted to talk to Shuobei.

No, I have to do something, clear my mind.

Thinking so, Jiang Yuan got up and walked to the bookshelf, after some selection, he took out a "Tibetan Book of Living and Dying".

Jiang Yuan casually opened a page, and after scanning a few lines, raised his head:

The author deserves to be a guru who is proficient in Buddhism, and the content really purifies the soul... a hammer!