Chapter 344: Treat you as king37
Feng Yuqing has never liked to touch others, including animals.
The black cat's flattering nuzzle made him frown slightly. He moved his feet slightly away from the plush touch, staring at it indifferently.
Feeling his alienation, Hei Yao took a step back aggrievedly. "Meow?"
When he raised his head to look into the other person's calm eyes, he realized that he had offended the supreme god. He suddenly became excited and quickly took another step back.
cough.
After finally seeing the splendor of the master, I was a little excited, and for a moment I forgot about the suffocating mysophobia of the master.
The black cat shook its tail, its golden eyes filled with respect and fear.
Just as one person and one cat were looking at each other quietly, Qingwu just finished breakfast. She took out a tissue and wiped her fingers carelessly. Her eyes wandered between the person and the cat not far away, wondering what she was thinking.
After watching for a while, she got up and walked over, "What are you looking at?"
Feng Yuqing pursed his lips and looked at her, his dark eyes under his curled eyelashes blinking slightly, his expression very well-behaved: "Awu, is this your cat?"
She glanced at the black cat sitting at his feet, wagging its tail and begging for mercy, "Well, I thought he was pitiful, so I picked it up casually."
Black Yao: "..."
Madam Lord God, please give me some face.
"Oh." Feng Yuqing looked at the cute black cat and felt that it was still bearable.
This is A Wu’s cat, don’t dislike it...
Seeing that his feet were far away from the cat and his lips were pursed tightly, Qing Wu blinked his eyes and looked condescendingly at Hei Yao: "Xiao Hei, go play by yourself."
"Meow..." Oh.
Being single is so pitiful.
Hei Yao shook his tail and walked gracefully out of the sight of the two of them on cat steps.
After he left, Qingwu showed a harmless smile to his male god and started talking about business: "Shall we start moving things now?"
The young man stood up, his slender height giving people a sense of oppression. He raised his eyes and glanced at the furniture that had been packed, and rolled up one of his sleeves slowly, revealing the muscle lines of his forearms, "Well, is there anything else you need my help with?"
"I've almost tidied up the living room and kitchen. There are still some things in the room, but they will be tidied up soon. Wait for me here." "I'll help you."
"No need..." Realizing that he might be uncomfortable without finding some work for him, Qingwu pointed to the mop on the balcony and said, "Can you help me mop the balcony?"
Sure enough, there was a slight smile in his eyes: "Okay."
The tiles on the balcony were quickly mopped clean and shiny. After putting down the mop, Feng Yuqing glanced at the girl's room and couldn't help but walk over.
Standing at the door, he leaned half of his body on the door frame, his whole body careless and lazy. The pretty boy pursed his petal-like lips, and his eyes under the long curly eyelashes focused and softly looked at the girl packing game equipment in the room.
It's strange that even though they haven't known each other for a long time, it feels like they have known each other for many years.
Just looking at her like this makes me feel so soft.
His gaze was so blatant that it was impossible for Qingwu not to notice it.
She smiled at him: "Just wait a minute, I'll get it done soon."
"Well... the mopping is done, let me take a look." The man who was fighting coldly on the game battlefield looked really gentle and well-behaved at this moment.
Qing Wu looked at his somewhat empty room and said, "Okay, you can do whatever you want."
Feng Yuqing turned his black eyes lightly and looked at the room.
The color of the room is white, and there is no wallpaper. The only decoration in the room is a small pot of cactus beside the window grille. I don’t know if it’s because the girl has tidied it up. At first glance, this room looks extremely simple.
His eyes moved slightly.
Does A Wu like this style?
If Qing Wu knew that he thought so, she would tell him calmly that the reason why she was so simple was because she had no money before.
Poverty makes people simple!
After tidying up, Qing Wu finally put the computer into his computer bag and patted the dust on his hands.
(End of chapter)