black cat

", his butt wearing underwear is still under Han Yang's claws, his dick has stood up straight, wearing elastic underwear is very uncomfortable, but he is embarrassed to let Han Yang know.

How could Han Yang not know.

The soft upturned buttocks were wrapped in panties, he couldn't put it down to rub it back and forth, and then penetrated into Jiang Xiaocheng's panties, caressing his dick.

The moment he ejaculated/semen/water, Jiang Xiaocheng felt that he was going to be lifted into the sky. This time "helping each other" was different from before, the kind of love overflowing his chest made him want to sink into the orgasm Han Yang gave him. tide.

"I'm done ejaculating, you, why aren't you ejaculating?" His hands were sore, but Han Yang's family members hadn't ejaculated yet, and Han Yang held his hand to help him with strength. Chrysanthemum is very worried.

"This is your happiness."

"..."

The next day, Jiang Xiaocheng walked to the Anqi pet supermarket. An Qi, whose hair was tied into a ponytail, was feeding the little pets in the store. There was another girl standing in the store, who looked sixteen or seventeen years old.

An Qi found a sky-blue apron for Jiang Xiaocheng. The other girl in the shop was An Qi's younger sister, An An. She was going to go abroad in a week, and now she stayed in the shop with her sister.

Following the steps An Qi taught him, Jiang Xiaocheng took a bath for a golden retriever dog. The fur on the big dog's body fell into the pool in big lumps. Jiang Xiaocheng thought it was because of his own strength. Angie came over and told him not to be afraid.

"This dog has reached its age." An Qi gently stroked the golden fur with her fingers, and finally all the white hair still fell off.

Jiang Xiaocheng frowned, "Are you old?"

"Well, it's just that it hasn't been long."

As soon as An Qi finished speaking, Jiang Xiaocheng thought he had run into a black shop again, and looked speculatively at the female shop owner with a calm expression on her face.

"Hey, didn't you say that you can understand their speech? Can you help me ask if it has any regrets?" An Qi looked at Jiang Xiaocheng as if asking for help. This golden retriever is named Bhutto. The old couple sent her here, saying that looking at their dog seemed lonely, so let him get in touch with friends here more.

But An Qi found that Bhutto didn't seem to be alone. He didn't eat, day after day, and sometimes even refused to drink water. He just lay quietly in the small cage every day, and his hair fell off very quickly.Only then did An Qi realize that the dog was old enough.

Jiang Xiaocheng didn't expect that he would encounter such a situation on the first day of work. He used a machine to dry Bhutto's body, moved a chair over, and Bhutto lay quietly on the table.

The dog's head hangs on its two front paws, and its eyes are about to close. The old dog reminds Jiang Xiaocheng of the sick cat that was fed sleeping pills and stimulants in the pet hospital.

"Well, do you have anything to say? I can understand what you say." In the eyes of others, Jiang Xiaocheng is now like a mental patient, looking at the dog on the table and talking.

Bhutto's ears were hanging down all the time, and when he heard Pu Xiaocheng talking to it, he slowly raised his eyelids, and then drooped them again, with many tears accumulated on the edge of his eye sockets.

"Huh?" Could it be that it couldn't understand what it said, or that it didn't have the strength to call out anymore?

"Can you talk? If you have any regrets or problems, I will try my best to help you solve them." Jiang Xiaocheng laid his arms on the back of the chair and looked at Bhutto's pale but dull paws.

The golden retriever still ignored him and closed his eyes completely.

Jiang Xiaocheng shook, and quickly stretched out his fingers in front of Dala's nose, still breathing.

Feeling Jiang Xiaocheng's approach, Dala opened her eyes again, and barked twice weakly towards Jiang Xiaocheng, with a snoring sound at the end.

"Young man, don't disturb my sleep."

Now, Jiang Xiaocheng was convinced that it could understand the speech of animals, grinning, "Talk to me a little longer."

"have nothing to say."

Jiang Xiaocheng persuaded Bhutto, "All our creatures will die after a certain period of time, brother, look away."

"I have nothing to dislike."

"Well, how old are you this year?"

"According to your age, 70 years old."

"Hey, no wonder you call me a young man."

Jiang Xiaocheng reached out and grabbed Bhutto's paw, "Then, do you have any last wish or something? I will try my best to help you realize it." He believed that Bhutto's calmness and melancholy did not seem to be entirely due to the fact that he would face death, but something pent up in the heart.

"It's gone, there's nothing." The old dog closed his eyes again, this time covering his head into his body, so Jiang Xiaocheng had no choice but to give up.

Han Yang entered the store with his helmet in his arms. Jiang Xiaocheng, who was lying on the glass cabinet, was chatting happily with An An. He told An An that he must buy more lottery tickets when he went abroad, and he might win the lottery. He has a lively personality and gets along very well with Jiang Xiaocheng.

An An sat on the sofa inside and watched Han Yang, who was tall and handsome with long legs, walk up to Jiang Xiaocheng, and found that this was the handsome guy who had been to their store to buy things!

But why, these days, handsome guys choose to be with handsome guys?

Han Yang is [-] centimeters taller than Jiang Xiaocheng, one is cool and the other is sunny, the two seem to be quite harmonious.

"Ah, this is Han Yang." Jiang Xiaocheng introduced each other to the three of them, and An Qi let Jiang Xiaocheng get off work first with an expression that I knew.

The pet supermarket was very close to their home. Jiang Xiaocheng wanted to ride a motorcycle. Han Yang sat in the back seat, with one arm around Jiang Xiaocheng's waist.

The weather was getting colder and colder, Jiang Xiaocheng only put on a sweater when he came out, and he felt the coolness of the wind blowing on his face while walking on the motorway, even the helmet couldn't block it.

When he got home, Han Yang went down to park the car. Jiang Xiaocheng went upstairs with the vegetables and backpack Han Yang had bought. He wondered why Han Yang didn't usually carry a backpack, and a mobile phone in his pocket was enough. Why was his backpack still bulging today?

Upstairs, Han Yang pulled Jiang Xiaocheng to cook with him in the kitchen. In fact, it was just washing dishes or something. Jiang Xiaocheng held the mobile phone and lost the game and pushed the responsibility on him, saying that he affected his skills. play.

"Just talk about your mouth, and wait for tonight."

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Add a scarf "Northern Roasted Cold Noodles" to watch Jiang Miao and Han Yang's New Year pao~

完结

Jiang Xiaocheng has become a regular employee of Angel Pet Supermarket, working with a bunch of small things in the store from nine to five.

Bhutto still can't eat these days, but he likes to move a little more than before. Today, Jiang Xiaocheng is going to take it out.

"I've figured everything out, it's not too far from our shop." Jiang Xiaocheng put a collar on Bhutto.

An Qi hugged a rabbit, looked at Bhutto who obediently followed Jiang Xiaocheng out, "Cross the road carefully."

"Know it."

Jiang Xiaocheng led Bhutto into a taxi, and the blue and white car drove to the eastern suburbs of the city.

On weekend mornings, a few sporadic people squatted in front of the small obelisk, adding some warmth to this chilling cemetery. Bhutto walked in front of Jiang Xiaocheng. Jiang Xiaocheng followed Bhutto with the bouquet he bought from the door. Go to one of the obelisks in one row.

In the black-and-white photo, a girl with short hair is smiling, Bhutto is lying in front of her cemetery, Jiang Xiaocheng puts down flowers, and sits cross-legged on the grass next to her.

"She picked me up, next to the trash can." Bhutto pushed the flower with his paw, and approached the person in the photo.

"She couldn't see her eyes since she was a child. I walked her with her when she went out, but one day after school, her father didn't pick her up in time. When I ran to school, the driver who hit her had already escaped. I can only watch my master fall in a pool of blood until her parents rush over."

Bhutto whispered softly, Jiang Xiaocheng lowered his head and picked up the fake grass on the ground.

"Isn't it rescued?"

"No, it's too late."

In terms of age, Bhutto is his elder, and he has seen more things than Jiang Xiaocheng. He doesn't know how to comfort Bhutto. He hasn't personally experienced life and death, and all words are pale in front of life.

"After she left, the family did not have a second child. My parents are too old to concentrate on taking care of me, and I don't want to drag them down."

"Then what if, you, you go away." Bhutto's voice was like his grandfather's, full of vicissitudes, and Jiang Xiaocheng pulled down the hat on his head to cover his eyes.

"I have to leave." Bhutto picked off the dead leaves on the tombstone. "She left when she was seven years old, and I left when I was 70." After speaking, he stood up, shook his hair, and it was white. The golden retriever fell on the lawn, as if missing the ground.

After returning from the cemetery, Bhutto ate his first meal in the past few days, and was taken out by An Qi for a walk in the afternoon.Jiang Xiaocheng looked at Bhutto, who was smeared with tongue to disperse sweat, and thought of a word, back to the light.

Send Han Yang a WeChat message, telling him to pay attention to safety when he comes back from get off work, and Han Yang sent him back a red heart.

Jiang Xiaocheng sent him another message, not to ride a motorcycle to work in the future.Before get off work, Han Yang called him and said that he was going out to the restaurant tonight, and Jiang Xiaocheng sent him another red heart.

The two ordered six dishes and sat down in an air-conditioned place.

"I'm serious, don't ride a motorcycle to work in the future." Jiang Xiaocheng unwrapped the chopsticks and went to pour hot water for the two of them.

"Worried about my safety."

"Of course I'm worried."

"Then work hard and let's buy a car."

"Know it."

Jiang Xiaocheng especially likes the sweet and sour pork tenderloin here. The waiter had just brought it to the table, and Jiang Xiaocheng had already poked a piece with chopsticks, chewing it happily in his mouth.

"It tastes like this every time I eat it, Yangzi, it's up to you to learn by yourself."

Han Yang took a bite of the food, "My level is food and clothing, don't count on it."

"Then you can't stay at this level for most of your life." Jiang Xiaocheng's cheeks puffed up, and he looked at Han Yang with wide eyes.

Hearing Jiang Xiaocheng say this, Han Yang sneered, "Why, you still want to spend the rest of your life with me."

Only then did Jiang Xiaocheng realize later that he had already planned Han Yang into his future life.

"Cut, you don't want to? A scumbag."

"I think, how can I not want to," he fed Jiang Xiaocheng a mouthful of vegetarian dishes, "You are so patient, you don't want to go anywhere."

Jiang Xiaocheng, who was choking on a mouthful of vegetables, almost suffocated to death, Han Yang gave him his back, and drank half a glass of water, "Why are you so dirty!"

"Present the facts and speak the truth."

"Oh, don't listen, don't listen, bastard chanting sutras." Jiang Xiaocheng covered his ears and repeated, "Whether you don't listen or listen, bastard chanting sutras..."

The last six dishes were not finished yet, so Jiang Xiaocheng asked the waiter to pack them for him. Han Yang asked him why he had a sudden change of sex, and if he wanted to save him money. Jiang Xiaocheng told him to watch less internet jokes.

Jiang Xiaocheng asked the motorcycle to run at the slowest speed, and Han Yang didn't even want to wear a helmet.

"I said, at our speed, it's almost as good as walking in human form." Han Yang touched Jiang Xiaocheng's hand holding him, and Jiang Xiaocheng beat him back in the next second.

"Don't be distracted, drive with two hands!"

"Yes, ancestor."

"Take the sidewalk, ok, turn into the sidewalk at the intersection ahead."

Han Yang ignored him and increased his speed to 120 mph. Angrily, Jiang Xiaocheng hugged his waist tightly with one hand and hung on his back with the other.

The motorcycle slowed down and stopped next to the open space in the community. Jiang Xiaocheng took the packing box to find his cat brothers.Han Yang seemed to be still afraid of cats, so he leaned against the motorcycle across the green belt.

The cardboard box was nearly torn by several adult cats, Jiang Xiaocheng carried them out, opened the lock box and said a few words, then skipped the green belt and returned home with Han Yang.

The community will have to wait another half a month for heating. Jiang Xiaocheng took off his thick coat, which only has a short sleeve.Han Yang wore a thick V-neck sweater underneath, and was ridiculed by Jiang Xiaocheng like an old man.

"No wonder you didn't finish your fillet today." Han Yang turned on the light in the entrance.

"Ah."

Han Yang looked at Jiang Xiaocheng's appearance of hiding his achievements and fame, and smiled with his trouser pockets in his pocket, "Our Xiaocheng has such a motherly love spirit."

"You are the mother's love, and your whole family is mother's love." Jiang Xiaocheng felt his feet were cold after changing his slippers.

"Hey, it's time for us to buy cotton mops."

"Go shopping on weekends."

The water in the washbasin was also cold, Jiang Xiaocheng refused to brush his teeth with cold water, saying that he got angry by brushing his teeth with cold water, and his tooth hurt, so Han Yang went to the kitchen to boil water for him.

Jiang Xiaocheng found a banana from the refrigerator and was about to peel it off to digest it, but Han Yang took it away and stuffed it back into the refrigerator.

"It's too cold, I'll get angry after eating."

He was speechless.

After the boiled water, there is still a lot of water left besides brushing teeth. The footbath that was requisitioned as a cat's nest some time ago has once again been reduced to a footbath.

Jiang Xiaocheng sat on Han Yang's lap and completed the difficult action of soaking feet in a basin for two people. After the hot water came out of his feet, he fell on the bed and instructed Han Yang to pour the footwashing water.

I couldn't find the foot wipes at home, so Han Yang found an old clothes and wiped Jiang Xiaocheng's feet indiscriminately, patted his soaked feet and made him roll into the bed, put on slippers to pour water by himself.

Back in the bedroom, Jiang Xiaocheng's short sleeves and trousers were taken off on the bedside table, Jiang Xiaocheng, who only showed his hairy head, was wrapped in the bed and played with his mobile phone. The bright screen illuminated the color of his bangs on his forehead.

"Yangzi, I have to quickly find a way to get them out." Jiang Xiaocheng browsed the pet post bar, ready to post a post.

"What do you think?"

"Well, find an owner for them on the Internet." Jiang Xiaocheng clicked on his mobile phone a few times, and found that he didn't take pictures of Dabao and Erbao, so he had to give up, exit the post bar and turn off his mobile phone.Turning around, he looked at Han Yang who was already under the blanket.

"It's so cold, you'll freeze to death if you live outside."

"Why don't you raise them yourself?" Han Yang reached out and stuffed the corner of the quilt behind Jiang Xiaocheng.

"Aren't you afraid of them? Are you afraid?"

"Well, I'm afraid."

"So, I can only find someone else who is reliable."

"Where is it in your pet supermarket?"

"Hey," Jiang Xiaocheng was awakened by Han Yang's words, and his starry eyes rolled around. "so smart."

"Did you wash our curtains?"

"Ah, it's too thin, you should change it to a thicker one."

"Choose a set online."

"No, let's go to IKEA this weekend."

"Why do I have to go to IKEA?"

"Well, cotton mops, curtains, and maybe other things, let's go shopping, I don't feel like buying online."

"So it feels like not staying at home in the cold weather on weekends?"

"Um……"

"Let's talk about it when you can get up on the weekend."

"Hey, look down on me, I'm sure I can get up." Jiang Xiaocheng's knees bent, touching Han Yang's legs.

"Well, as long as you are happy." Han Yang put his arms around his waist and closed his eyes.

"No, no, no, I must go on the weekend, you must wake me up!" Jiang Xiaocheng pinched Han Yang's eyes to make him open them.

Han Yang grabbed Jiang Xiaocheng's hand and put it in front of his chest, "I haven't called you before, go to sleep."

"Hmph, it's good to know."

"Now you can sleep in peace, ancestor."

"Okay, let's go to sleep." He kissed Han Yang on the face, "Good night."

Han Yang pressed Jiang Xiaocheng's mouth and kissed back, "Good night."

"I love you."

"Ah."