As she finished the last stroke, a smile slowly crept onto her lips.
It was very late when I got home.
As soon as Song Qingyou opened the door, she saw Fu Wenzhou leaning on his angry lion cane, holding Zhouzhou in one hand, standing guard at the door with a stern face.
She was startled: "What are you doing standing at the door? Are you a doorman?"
"Are there any doormen as handsome as me?" Fu Wenzhou asked in a deep voice.
The kitten meowed twice, trying to escape from the clutches, and pounced on Song Qingyou.
Fu Wenzhou grabbed him and scolded, "Can't you see that he doesn't miss you at all? It's so late and you're still not home. He doesn't care about you at all."
Song Qingyou: "..."
She laughed and said, "Fu Wenzhou, you're such a child."
Fu Wenzhou disliked Song Qingyou calling him childish the most. He was younger than her, and this made him seem immature.
"Does it take you this long to see Song Yuan? You don't answer the phone or reply to WeChat messages. I get it, my sister just finds me annoying."
He deliberately put on a stern face, making his features sharp, yet his tone was pitiful and aggrieved.
How can I describe it?
Song Qingyou thought, "It's probably just a huge Tibetan Mastiff being affectionate with its owner."
Tsk.
Song Qingyou stood on tiptoe and reached out to rub Fu Wenzhou's head: "Good boy, Zhouzhou. My phone ran out of battery and shut down automatically. How could I find you annoying?"
State after state...
State!
Fu Wenzhou was overjoyed, his eyebrows relaxed, and his dark eyes seemed to sparkle: "From now on, call me that!"
He had a very handsome smile, and Song Qingyou was somewhat mesmerized by it: "No, it's hard to tell you apart because you share the same name as Zhouzhou."
Fu Wenzhou: "...Let's rename the cat."
He regretted it; he shouldn't have named the cat Zhouzhou in the first place, just because he was greedy for Song Qingyou and she was always thinking about him.
They really shot themselves in the foot!
Fu Wenzhou said pitifully, "Sister, can we change the cat's name? One Zhouzhou is enough."
Song Qingyou ignored him, picked up Zhouzhou and went upstairs.
Fu Wenzhou, holding his cane, followed after him, his mouth never stopping:
"Youyou, no porridge is as good as Zhouzhou!"
"I can be your cat too!"
"Meow!"
Song Qingyou's lips twitched violently, and she turned around to glare at him: "If you meow again, you're sleeping on the sofa tonight!"
Fu Wenzhou said indignantly, "...You're treating me differently."
"Your shouting is awful."
"……"Grass!
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