Tang Wan rushed over happily and picked up the kitten. A pair of sweet dimples appeared on his smiling face and his eyes narrowed into pretty crescent shapes. Then he touched the kitten's smooth fur and was so excited that he almost cried. The feel of the kitten was so great that the cat lover could not resist it. Then he touched the kitten's belly and thought, this little piece of meat was also raised by him. He was so proud.
Zong He pursed his ears, the tips of his ears turned red, and he pressed his chin back unhappily. He was still angry and had not yet gotten over the divorce!
Tang Wan took the kitten's paw pad with a smile, squeezed the bouncy touch, rubbed his face against the top of the kitten's head, and rubbed the kitten's belly aggrievedly, "Baby, Daddy misses you so much!"
Zong He bared his teeth and stretched out his claws, who is whose father? !
Tang Wan was not afraid of him either. He smiled slightly and moved closer to the kitten's face. "Why are you back? Didn't you leave?"
Zong He looked at Tang Wan expressionlessly. He was a rare pure Asian, with mysterious and deep black hair and eyes, which contained an ancient oriental charm. He had a thin figure, but his temperament was gentle but not weak. His picturesque eyebrows and eyes had a gentle smile, and when his mouth was raised, there was a pair of shallow dimples. He exuded a comfortable atmosphere. Zong He sniffed the smell of Tang Wan greedily. It was fresh and pleasant, very comfortable, completely different from himself who had been on the battlefield for many years and smelled of blood.
Zong He's tail tip twitched, and his heart softened. At this time, a warm breath came over his head, and he felt a soft touch on his forehead. Zong He's outstretched claws stopped stiffly in the air, and silently retracted them. He grabbed his hands in the middle with his two front paws, helpless, and kissed again! He kissed him every time he made a mistake, this scheming little human!
Tang Wan really likes cats. If he is asked to choose between cats and humans to spend the rest of his life with, he will choose cats without hesitation! Cats are quiet, clean, and can leave enough space for each other. Moreover, cats will never betray their owners, and their loyalty is no less than that of dogs. In Tang Wan's opinion, cats are the cutest creatures and treasures of the world. Moreover, Tang Wan is a typical face control. He likes beauties among cats and only raises beauties. The kitten in front of him is a big beauty!
Tang Wan kissed the kitten on the head again and again and held it tightly. After he went out, Lin Bo happened to pass by and saw the kitten in Tang Wan's arms. A look of relief appeared in his eyes.
Tang Wan asked in confusion: "Uncle Lin, he was sent back again?"
Uncle Lin smiled and explained: "The young master will not stay at our house all the time in the future. He will only come when his parents are too busy to take care of him."
Tang Wan smiled and patted the kitten's head. "That's good. It's not good for such a young child to be away from his parents all the time. He will not be close to his parents when he grows up. By the way, how is Marshal Zong He's health?"
Uncle Lin narrowed his eyes and said, "Why don't you go and ask?"
Tang Wan smiled bitterly, "Uncle Lin, don't you know what I think?"
Uncle Lin shook his head, looking innocent. "As an old man, I don't understand your affairs, so I won't get involved."
Tang Wan was speechless. Uncle Lin started to take advantage of his age again. Although he had white hair and wrinkles on his face and looked like an old man, he had seen with his own eyes that Uncle Lin could split a door open with one palm. When he was in trouble, he could walk very fast, like a gust of wind, which was particularly scary.
"Since you haven't slept yet, let's move the bedroom first," Uncle Lin stroked his finely trimmed gentleman's beard and said to Tang Wan earnestly, "Young couples can't live apart forever. Come and see the Marshal's room. It's a little small, but it doesn't matter. We will move back to Emperor Star the day after tomorrow. You can see if there is anything you need to buy in the next two days, and I will go buy it."
"Ah?" Tang Wan was shocked.
Uncle Lin had already swiftly opened the bedroom opposite. After Zong He fell ill, he had been living in the treatment room. The bedroom had been locked for three years. Tang Wan was a little curious whether the legendary Marshal's residence was different from that of normal humans. Tang Wan only took a glance and retracted his neck, "Uncle Lin, I think it's good for me to live alone."
As expected of the interstellar god of war, the Marshal's bedroom was different from that of a normal person. The walls were covered with interstellar maps, models of warships and mechas were placed on the table, and the ceiling was covered with stars and the sea. Tang Wan was dizzy when he saw it. This was not a place for people to live. It was a combat command center. He was worried about the enemy breaking in even when he was sleeping.
Hearing Tang Wan's refusal, Zong He struggled unhappily.
Tang Wan didn't understand why and hugged the kitten tightly in his arms, thinking that the little guy was throwing a tantrum again, he was spoiled! He gently slapped the kitten's butt, and told him to be honest, smiling, "Our marriage is still under discussion, it's better for us to live separately."
Zong He made an annoyed sound and didn't like to hear this.
Tang Wan looked at the kitten in his arms with confusion. He seemed to have heard an unhappy click of the tongue just now.
The cat in his arms suddenly kicked its hind legs and jumped out of his arms. Tang Wan had never seen this kid so fast before, and was startled. Then he saw Da Zhuang had jumped onto Zong He's bed and sat on it with a look that looked down on the world. If a tiger looked at people with such eyes, it would be scary, but if a kitten looked at people with such eyes, it would only make people feel that he deserved to be beaten. But Da Zhuang didn't realize it, and patted the place next to his butt with his little furry paws. In Tang Wan's opinion, it was like saying: I'm taking this place, come and sit!
Tang Wan walked over speechlessly, grabbed Da Zhuang by the back of his neck, lifted him up, and lectured him angrily: "How can you take other people's things so casually? You little brat is a bad boy!"
Zong He:!!!
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Ever since Da Zhuang was grabbed by the back of his neck, he had been throwing a tantrum and had gone into hiding somewhere. Tang Wan searched the entire house but couldn't find him. The only room he hadn't searched was the treatment room where Zong He was. Tang Wan stood outside the door, wavering between going in or not.
At this time, the communicator meowed, and Tang Wan saw that the person who sent the message's note was "little cutie". He clicked on the message with a painful heart. The other party asked resentfully: Why didn't you come?
Tang Wan replied dejectedly: Sorry, something happened at home and I can’t see you.
The other party immediately blocked him.
Tang Wan's heart was bleeding. He finally spent money to join the little cutie's loyal fan group. It took him two months to get the little cutie to add him as a friend. Now all the money and time have gone down the drain. It's all Zong He's fault!
The door of the treatment room was pushed open from the inside. Zong He sat in a wheelchair and looked at Tang Wan standing at the door with a puzzled look on his face. "What's the matter?"
"Well, I'm looking for Da Zhuang." Tang Wan's face turned cold for a second, and the atmosphere was quite awkward. After the unfriendly "refusal to divorce storm", this was the first time that the couple, who had been married for a year, had a serious conversation. Zong He was actually very handsome, with no flaws in his facial features. He had been in the treatment room for a long time and had not seen the sun for many years, so his skin was very white. Compared with the photos on the Internet, he had lost a lot of weight and his sharp aura had slightly decreased, which further highlighted his beautiful eyes, which were golden and seemed to see infinite hope at a glance.
It is luxurious and graceful, yet contains so much that it is hard to fathom.
Tang Wan suddenly felt that Dazhuang should look a lot like his cousin Zong He when he grew up, equally handsome and with the same eye color.
Zong He's wheelchair turned around Tang Wan, and he snorted coldly, saying with disdain: "Such a rustic name, tsk, I've never seen it before."
Tang Wan curled his lips, and was furious when he saw Zong He's back. How could Da Zhuang be unsophisticated? He was so handsome! He sounded like a strong boy! I hope he can grow up quickly and be healthy! You actually dislike his taste? Divorce him! Find someone with good taste! With just one word from you, all the handsome boys and girls in the Emperor Star will line up to marry into the Marshal's Mansion. If they think he has bad taste, why don't you divorce him and keep him for the New Year!
At this time, Zong He walked to the entrance of the corridor, which meant that he wanted to take the elevator. However, he was sitting and his sight was too low. This elevator was military equipment, only for adults. The equipment could not detect the pupil and would not open at all. Zong He just looked up, and no one knew what he was thinking. Tang Wan saw this, his eyes lit up, walked over and kicked the other's chair leg, and asked sinisterly: "Marshal, can't you open this door, do you need help?"
In fact, Tang Wan really wanted to say, "You're awesome! Stand up! Do you dare to stand up and take two steps?"
Zong He said to Tang Wan calmly, "Lower your head."
Tang Wan put his hands on the back of Zong He's wheelchair, bent down with a smile, and moved closer to Zong He, "Marshal, if you need help, please..." Zong He suddenly tilted his head, Tang Wan's pupils shrank, and he stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes in shock. Was he kissed? !
Zong He curled his lips, opened his smart brain in a very good mood, pressed a button, the elevator opened obediently, the wheelchair moved automatically, and in Tang Wan's shocked eyes, the Marshal swaggered into the elevator. After being kissed so many times, he could finally return the kiss, feeling refreshed.
Tang Wan was completely confused, with Zong He's half-raised smile on his face as the only thing on his mind. It was not until the elevator door closed that Tang Wan reacted. He kicked the elevator door in anger and cursed, "Are you sick? Why are you being so rude?!"
After Tang Wan calmed down, he went upstairs and found that his room was empty. The servants were cleaning the room, apparently trying to clean up the house. Tang Wan stood at the door, his face gloomy, "Where are my things?"
The attendant said obediently, "I have helped Madam move to the Marshal's room."
The corners of Tang Wan's mouth twitched. This group of people moved too quickly!
Tang Wan turned around and saw Zong He's room, which had been tidied up, the maps had been put away, the floor had been painted warm yellow, and a soft carpet had been laid. Zong He was sitting at the desk beside the bed, not knowing what he was reading. Knowing that Tang Wan was outside the door, he patted the bed beside him without raising his head, motioning for him to come over and sit down.
Tang Wan blinked his eyes, with an inexplicable feeling...this action was very familiar.
Seeing that he didn't move, Zong He raised his head and said seriously, "Come in and discuss the issue of divorce."
Tang Wan hesitated for a moment, then walked in.
Zong He looked at him calmly, his face still serious, "Close the door, don't let others see."
Tang Wan thought about it and felt that the other party was a great marshal who cared about his reputation, and it would not sound good if his partner was always getting a divorce, so he closed the door as he was told.
Zong He patted the bed again. Tang Wan walked over helplessly and sat down as he was told.
"Marshal, I don't think we are suitable... huh?!"
Before Tang Wan finished speaking, he saw Zong He, who was sitting in a wheelchair, suddenly stand up, put one hand on the table, blocking his way out, and wrapped him in his arms, looking down at him, and asked with a sense of oppression: "If you think there is something wrong, I will change it."
Tang Wan was confused again. What the hell! You can stand up, why do you want to sit in a wheelchair? !
The author has something to say: Zong He: Didn’t you ask me to stand up and take a few steps? I stood up.
——The big darling who left a message today still has a red envelope, muah~~——
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