Start call: My pet actually comes from history

Since preparations began to assist Liu Xunmiao, some members have become busy, while the unknown members among them are still busy with their own affairs.

in the lobby.

Cao Cao Wang recently felt inspired and wrote a poem to express his feelings again. On the snow-white paper, the ink was not yet dry, and he wrote the poem he had just thought of. Of course, when he wrote a poem, he had to share it with others. It happened to be Wenji Meow Walk into the lobby.

It was so eager to share that it quickly picked up the poem and said: "Wenji, look at what I wrote recently..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Wen Ji came and went in a hurry. After grabbing something, she walked into the aisle and quickly disappeared from Cao Cao Wang's sight.

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what happened.

A trace of doubt appeared in Cao Cao's eyes.

But soon.

The sight of Du Fu Rabbit made him put aside his doubts. Sharing with someone was not sharing, just so that the poet saint of later generations could see his own strength. With this thought, he opened the copybook in front of him: "Zimei." , look at what I newly wrote..."

"Meng Degong, I'm busy with something, you can find someone else first."

Du Futu looked back after hearing this, said something perfunctory, found a courier placed in the corner, and left in a hurry.

"...."

What's the meaning.

What's the meaning.

whats the matter.

Can it be more important than appreciating Gu's poems? Aren't Gu's poems not enough to make them stop!

At this time-

Su Buyu appeared in his loyal lobby with a bottle of Coke. When he saw Cao Cao Wang holding a copybook and looking around, he subconsciously joked: "Hey, Boss Cao, you are so leisurely and elegant, admiring yourself here."

"Sir, you came just in time. I wrote a new article..."

"goodbye!"

Su Buyu, who was unlearned and unskilled, turned and left as soon as he heard this.

no way.

I don't have enough education to discuss the circumstances and all kinds of nonsense with a guy like this who can write poems.

All of a sudden.

In the empty lobby, only Cao Cao Wang was left reading his poems. The sunshine outside was still warm, filling every corner it could shine, but it could not warm his heart, which was as cold as the twelfth lunar month. His desire to share was forced to stop. Only endless emptiness remains.

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"Liangyu, where are Wenji and Wan'er?"

In the female member’s room.

Ping Junmiao leaned on Liangyu Miao and smelled the good smell. At the same time, he questioned the whereabouts of his old best friend and new best friend who had disappeared. Several hours had passed today, and he had only seen less than two of them. Normally, Everyone stays together when everything is fine.

"They're both busy."

Liangyu Meow, who was assigned to keep an eye on Ping Jun Meow, made an excuse that the two of them had something to do.

"What's the matter? Why don't you bring us two with you? Didn't we agree to advance and retreat together?"

Ping Junmiao picked up the phone and looked at it absently.

With its intuition.

I always feel like Wen Ji and Wan'er seem to be avoiding me now.

"Sister Pingjun, look at this."

While Ping Junmiao was thinking about it, Liangyu Meow started to distract it in time and took out a photo to share.

Ping Junmiao took a look.

Puffing happily.

In the photo, a running cat was blurred to the point that it was almost out of focus, but its eyes looked very wise.

"When was this taken? Liangyu, please send it to me quickly. I will add another general to my photo album."

Wait until Liangyu Miao sends the picture.

Ping Junmiao clicked save with satisfaction, then fiddled with the album with its paws, dragging the picture just now and storing it into a classified album called "Beautiful Photos of His Majesty".

Ninety-nine photos.

Ninety-nine beautiful photos.

Ping Junmiao opened the photo album and looked through it. The photos inside recorded Liu Xun's meow in various ways. Some had fried hair, some were sleeping crookedly, some were dozing with half-closed eyes and lowered their heads, etc. Xunmiao didn't even remember what he looked like before.

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"Is it okay to write like this?"

At the same time, Zhao Jiwang, who had finished writing a hosting draft, showed it to Liu Xunmiao.

A hundred words eloquent.

Write a script for hosting a wedding in vernacular.

"No, I have to write a story. Zhao Ji, please polish up the poignant love story between Jun'er and me."

"Emperor Xiaoxuan, this is just a presiding draft..."

Zhao Jiwang couldn't help but want to go on strike passively.

This is the third draft.

Also made demands.

I am not Party B. I have been revising and revising for a long time, but I still want to add a story. What is it for? Is it a wedding or a story recital? No one in the family knows that story, so why do I need to mention it again?

"Zhao Ji, you..."

Liu Xunmiao was about to say something.

The door was pushed open with a click.

The heavy sound of footsteps made Liu Xunmiao and Zhao Jiwang look back. When they saw his figure and his clothes clearly, both the cat and the dog were speechless and choked.

"Sir, you are..."

"Father, how about it? This thing is quite expensive, costing three hundred."

Su Buyu pushed the white wig on her head and shook off the black robe hanging at her feet. Then she held the Bible in one hand and the cross on her chest with the other. She raised her head and murmured: "Amen, God." , bless the newlyweds."

Liu Xunmiao:….

Neuropathy!

Next to him, Zhao Jiwang was silent for a few seconds, and then looked at Liu Xunmiao: "Emperor Xiaoxuan, didn't you say you don't want to engage in priests?"

Hear the words.

For the time being, Liu Xunmiao, who couldn't bear Su's words, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Who made him the sponsor..."

Most of the wedding money.

All came from Su Buyu.

As an investor, is Father Cos too much? It’s not too much at all.

"Why don't I say anything, don't I look like a priest?"

Su Buyu frowned.

Don’t you look like yourself?

The words hit my ears.

Just as Liu Xunmiao was thinking about how to answer, the door was pushed open again, and Wenjimiao and Wan'ermiao poked their heads in. When they saw Su Buyu's appearance, Wenjimiao couldn't help meowing: "Sir, you Don't run around in this thing, how will you explain it to others if they see it?"

"Explain what? Do I need to explain that I believe in God?"

Su Buyu said that there was no problem at all, so what if he was discovered? He was not allowed to believe in God now.

? ?

grown up.

Will be stubborn.

Wenjimiao didn't say anything after hearing this, and stood quietly, opening her big eyes and staring straight at Su Buyu. After a minute, Su Buyu, who couldn't bear the pressure, took off his priest's clothes and turned his back. God, return to the ordinary.

"Let's talk about what kind of candy to put in the wedding candy."

"Decorate it with chocolate and marshmallows."

"Only two kinds? Shouldn't there be some more donkey-hide gelatin and jujube? The jujube will give birth to a son. By the way, ask me, brother, do you want the jujube to give birth to a son? Can you, Mr. Heping, give birth to a kitten now?"

"What do you think?"

"I understand, it seems that's not possible."

It was a pity that Su Buyu couldn't give birth, so there would be no need for Zao to have a son.