I swept the entertainment circle with the medicine pot

When Yao Wangyou pursed his lips and pushed Xuan Mingcheng's head away, he smeared his black cat fur.

While wiping the soft down on his face, Xuan Mingcheng stared at Yao Wangyou in disbelief, this guy...

If it were someone else, they would have already embraced him, but he actually despises himself? !

"It's just smelling your body. I'm here for the cat, so don't think too much about it." Xuan Mingcheng said, looking at the little briquettes licking their paws with nostalgia, wanting to leave but unable to move. .

He recalled the feeling of touching the belly hair of the little coal ball that day, and wondered how the black cat's fur was as slippery as brocade.

However, this "front top" of the food chain in Xuan Mingcheng's family didn't seem to have any interest in the handsome man staring at him. After licking his paws, he stood on Yao Wangyou's lap and pulled his lapel with his front paws. The neckline slipped down to reveal a piece of white.

Xuan Mingcheng stared at the kitten's paw, and naturally saw a "wonderful sight", he unconsciously licked his lips, thinking that this person was quite pale.

After standing aside and watching for a while, seeing that neither the person nor the cat wanted to take care of him, Xuan Mingcheng was a little frustrated and ashamed, and went back to the room in silence to find clean clothes without the smell of perfume.

I also want to be a man surrounded by cats!

But Xuan Mingcheng, who rummaged through the box and smelled it for a long time, couldn't help but sneezed a few times because of the smell of perfume, suddenly remembered that he, who was so picky, had told his aunt at home to clean all the clothes after they were washed and dried. It must be fumigated with incense before it can be put into the cloakroom.

Xuan Mingcheng had no choice but to ask someone to wash the clothes again, and repeatedly emphasized that after washing and drying, they should be put away, and there is no need to do anything else.

Yao Wangyou looked at the suddenly bustling villa, exchanged glances with the kitten on his lap, and continued to eat the five-spice chicken wings silently.

With such a busy schedule, this guy should be able to sleep well tonight.

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Yao Wangyou returned to his room, sat at the table and read various Chinese medicine books that Xuan Mingcheng asked someone to buy for him.

When he got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night last night, he glanced at Xuan Mingcheng's room by the way, and after confirming that there was no light coming from under the crack of the door, he was inexplicably relieved.

This morning, Xuan Mingcheng also ate several bowls of chicken soup and scallop porridge for the first time, with a typical good appetite and good mood.

After breakfast, Xuan Mingcheng went back to his room to change clothes and got ready to go to work. Yao Wangyou recently received a package from Xuan Mingcheng, which finally gave him something to do.

The ancient prescriptions are all secrets, and all the doctors regard those relatively secret prescriptions as treasures, but it is different in modern times, all the prescriptions are collected and printed out in different categories.

On the day when Xuanmingcheng bought a large pile of medical books, Yao Wangyou happily grabbed the innocent little coal ball and stuffed it into Xuanmingcheng's arms, leaving one of them with a look of disgust and the other with a swaying face. The cat and the man were playing in the living room, and I went back to the room and plunged into the book.

Although an expensive shirt was torn, the president of Zixuan was so beautiful that he would fly into the sky.

At this time, Yao Wangyou was reading with interest the color-printed "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" in the room, and the pages of the book were densely filled with delicate and small characters.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the room, Yao Wangyou was a little surprised, after softly accepting the invitation to come in, Xuan Mingcheng's face appeared behind the door, his expression seemed very embarrassed.

"Well, do you have... any clothes you haven't worn?" Xuan Mingcheng scratched the door lightly with his fingers, and opened his mouth with some embarrassment.

Xuan Mingcheng was so excited last night that he asked people to wash all his clothes, and because the dryer at home had already been marinated by the fragrance, he purposely asked people to hang it outside to dry naturally.

As a result, this morning, Xuan Mingcheng, who walked into the empty cloakroom, suddenly discovered that he, the dignified president of Tianxing, had no clothes to wear!

Helpless, he had no choice but to find Yao Wangyou.

This kind of visual feeling of wanting to return something that was given to others really made Mr. President a little embarrassed.

"Oh, yes." Yao Wangyou nodded, walked aside and opened the closet door, and said to Xuan Mingcheng who was frozen at the door, "I don't know what kind you want, you can get it yourself."

When Yao Wangyou was first sent by Zhuanhe, he was still wearing ancient clothes and had long hair.Xuan Mingcheng asked Qin Zi to take him to the hair salon, and then took a few magazines for Yao Wangyou to choose clothes. He didn't know how many he bought in the end, but it filled the closet in the room anyway.

And after the "cat licking agreement" two days ago, Xuan Mingcheng didn't know whether he had discovered it in conscience or was grateful, so he asked someone to clear out a large cabinet in the cloakroom, and then filled most of the cabinet with medicine forgets. You can wear clothes.

Although the things were all done by the helpers at home, Xuan Mingcheng's photographic memory allowed him to vaguely remember that in one of the magazines that Yao Wangyou picked, there were a few sweaters in a particularly loose style.

Although the medicine jar was half a head shorter than him, the clothes probably fit him just right.

After a brief search, Xuan Mingcheng found it. He instinctively opened the collar of his shirt and took a look in. Fortunately, the tag was still there.

Xuan Mingcheng sniffed the collar of his shirt again, and there was a smell of medicinal materials, but... it seemed that it was not as difficult to accept as before.

And thinking that this smell might attract cats, Xuan Mingcheng felt that this smell was a bit alluring.

Yao Wangyou had already sat back on the chair, lowered his head to make annotations on the pages of the book with a Ziyun Langhao pen, and wore a wicker ring around his wrist—this is his habit all along.

He happened to be writing about acupuncture, when he suddenly remembered something, the thick and full strokes of his brush flicked lightly, leaving a small black spot on the page.

Xuan Mingcheng looked at him for a while, but didn't know what to say, thank you?Or do you mean I'm leaving?

After thinking for a long time, he felt that it was better not to disturb Yao Wangyou's writing, and after closing the closet door, he turned and walked outside.

But before Xuan Mingcheng took a few steps, Yao Wangyou's voice chased him from behind:

"Come back early tonight, I'll wait for you at home."