Short Stories Before Bedtime

Wang Xiaomo carefully put down the octopus on his body, the octopus seemed to wake up, hugged Wang Xiaomo like a newborn baby, rubbed his furry head on his chest, let out a dissatisfied moan, confused Dazed and not knowing what to complain about, Wang Xiaomo's tough guy's heart was softened into jelly, and he didn't move. Ren Zhangpeng hugged him like this, and opened his eyes to see the sunlight through the window passing through the green leaves, creating a kind of tranquility of time. nice illusion.

It’s just that the quietness of the years didn’t last long. Last night, Wang Xiaomo randomly built a small nest and put it in the living room. The kitten walked in through the half-open door and ran to the bed of the two owners. Its soft little paws couldn’t climb up. , just squatted down, tilted his head, and meowed softly in hunger.

The fluffy head in its arms moved, squinting one eye and looking angrily at the source of the sound that disturbed the dream. Seeing Zhang Peng's face, the kitten recognized him as the little brother who rescued him last night, and stood up. The yelling around the foot of the bed became even more joyful, and Zhang Peng, who was awakened by Shen Di, finally figured out where he was with his confused head.

Wang Xiaomo's hoarse voice came from above his head, "Wake up."

Zhang Peng quickly retracted his hands and feet, and also met Na Han who was very excited in the early morning, and suddenly his face turned red uncontrollably.

Wang Xiaomo felt baffled by his blushing. Isn’t this a normal reaction? Seeing the little tent between his legs and his unbelievably red cheeks, he felt even more puzzled. He got out of bed and picked up the cheerful kitten. gone.

To be honest, Zhang Peng was more puzzled than him, why his face felt so hot for no reason.

After eating Wang Xiaomo's takeaway again, Zhang Peng finally asked his question, "Brother Mo, don't you know how to cook?"

Wang Xiaomo didn't speak, even if he acquiesced, how could the young master who owns a mine know how to cook.

Zhang Peng was really surprised now. In this day and age, some people really don't know how to cook.

After the meal, the two hugged the kitten and asked if anyone was willing to adopt it, but no one was willing to adopt this cute little cat.

Wang Xiaomo sighed, he could only put the cat in his house first, went to the vegetable market to buy some vegetables and went back to cook, and then bought some cat food. Peng showed off his wealth in front of him, which made Zhang Peng somewhat regret his decision to take over the housework.

Back home, it was still early, Zhang Peng went back to the room, remembered the mobile phone he had left with Wang Xiaomo, and wanted to come back. After all, he didn’t have any spare money to buy another one. The decision to act with Wang Xiaomo at the beginning was optional. Ignore it, but today when he wanted to return his mobile phone several times, he was blocked back quietly, which made him really confused for a while, what kind of person Wang Xiaomo is.

At first, I thought he was a nerd who was not good at words. When I came back last night, I accidentally saw his eyes. His eyes were too familiar, because I showed this expression when I was cutting people. This person is really not simple. , making people feel very dangerous.

Zhang Peng looked at the wound medicine that Wang Xiaomo had put there last night, and felt a little irritable for some reason. He squeezed his tired head, and an idea came to his mind.

It’s just that this idea was declared a failure at night, for no reason, Wang Xiaomo, who was an idiot student at first and then turned into a dangerous person, has now become a complete boss. Looking at Zhang Peng, who is now beaten up with a bruised nose and a swollen face, he knows that he must not know where he is. When did he find out.

"I don't care what you were like before, now you are under my control." This is what Wang Xiaomo said.

"Go to hell..." Zhang Peng said.

Afterwards, there was no later, and Zhang Peng was under Wang Xiaomo's care...

... over ... (put the lid on the pot and escape)

The author has something to say:

I originally planned to write a longer one, but I don’t know why, I can’t write it halfway through, and I have no idea at all. This ending, in fact... If I have a chance in the future, I will continue to connect the follow-up ones. Time will tell. . .