Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

It was another sunny day, the three-story building on the street was bathed in the morning sun, and the bright glass was shining brightly, just like the opening scene of an American family comedy in the 80s and [-]s. Even the wild cat lying on the tree and sleeping late looks a lot fatter than other cats, showing a sense of luxury and luxury unique to capitalist society.

As a matter of course, the warm opening of this kind of family comedy also needs the development of a family comedy mode to break this kind of warmth, such as the baby girl in the apartment who jingled and jingled early in the morning.

"Don't run, Alang, come here, rabbit... Alang wants to hug you."

While shouting, Dansha moved her short legs to chase the petite animal that ran wildly at a speed that didn't fit her body shape. Although most of the time she softly shouted that Alang was acting like a baby, the occasional leaking "Tutu" still leaked her real thoughts.

Wu Cong flexibly used the terrain in the room to flee around, and the movement of his limbs on the ground made him very uncomfortable. If he was not agile enough, he would have been hugged by Dansha long ago.

Thinking of the horrible experience of being held in the arms of a little girl for a long time yesterday, almost being put on a doll's skirt, and almost being swallowed by a red python at night, making her hair wet all over, Wu Cong's fluffy white hair exploded in shock. , No matter what the mess is, stretch out the nails hidden in the meat pads and grab the mahogany bookcase, regardless of how deep the claws left on it, hopped on all fours and climbed to the top of the bookcase and stood there.

"A Lang..." Dan Sha stood under the bookcase and looked up at Wu Cong, "Come down and play with me."

Wu Cong blinked, and asked with a serious face: "Are you ready to read today's book?"

Dansha nodded vigorously: "I have read it!" She said and quickly brought several exercise books and held them up: "Look, Ah Lang, I have finished all of them!"

So come down and play with me!

Wu Cong glanced lightly at Dansha, who was thinking about everything on his face, turned around without hesitation, jumped onto the partition board specially erected on the ceiling by the mahogany bookcase, and walked along the partition board into a small door among.

"Go to Uncle Hotch to approve it for you."

Dansha's face collapsed, she pouted and stuffed the book into her small schoolbag and ran out to knock on the door next door.

Hotch was washing up, and when he heard the knock on the door, he hurriedly wiped off the water on his face and ran to open the door. Dansha, who was carrying a small schoolbag, was unhappy, and complained softly while eating breakfast at the dining table.

"Ah Lang is the most pissed off, and he refuses to play with me."

"I hate Aaron the most."

"Hmph, the most annoying."

Muttering so, she scanned Hotch's house with her eyes, hoping to find Wu Cong's trace.

Don't think she didn't know that Uncle Hotch's bedroom was on the other side of the little door above the study.

It's a pity that she couldn't find Wu Cong until she finished her breakfast.

"Have you packed everything?" Hotch put Dansha's homework into the briefcase, checked the contents of Dansha's small schoolbag, "Did you forget anything?"

"Hmm..." Dansha counted with her fingers, "The little kettle is ready, the brush is ready, and Mr. Xiong is also ready."

"I didn't forget anything!"

"Then let's go." Hotch picked up his briefcase and opened the door, and Dansha ran out bouncingly with his small schoolbag on his back.

Wu Cong can't do many things with his current appearance. The most suitable thing is to chew carrots lying in the nest, so many things are handed over to his (forced contracted) supervisor, Hotch, including In order to cook for Dansha and send her to kindergarten.

That's right, the little girl Dansha was finally able to go to the kindergarten. Wu Cong deliberately chose the kindergarten where she was with little Jack, hoping that little Jack, who had seen the original shape of Dansha, could help her cover up a little bit.

Here I have to praise the good psychological quality that little Jack has inherited from some elder. He can still smile and kiss a huge python that can swallow him with one mouth, and he is swayed by Dansha's tail Back and forth excited little face is red.

And this little man is really very trustworthy, after he promised to keep the secret of Dansha and Wu Cong, even his parents didn't tell.

Hotch put the briefcase by her lap, and leaned over to help Dansha fasten the seat belt. The child seat was Dansha's favorite red color, and it was a little uncomfortable to sit on, but she tried her best to hold it back, and only stretched out her hand to grab the fluff on it.

Sending Dansha to school is not such a hard job. The little girl has always been very well-behaved and sensible, and she doesn't cry or make trouble when she arrives in the kindergarten, because she often brings delicious snacks and is very strong. The children in the whole kindergarten I especially admire her. Every time I walk into the kindergarten, her small breasts stand tall.

"Ruby!" Little Jack cheered and jumped up and hugged Dansha, his eyes were shining, his mother Haley smiled behind him and greeted Hotch again.

"Are you here to see Ruby off again?" She asked, leaning over and pinching Dansha's soft little face.

"Wu has something to do." Hotch replied, adding helplessly after seeing the look on Haley's face, "I don't have that kind of relationship with him."

Haley raised her eyebrows, "It doesn't matter to me what relationship you have with him, why are you so nervous." She looked more capable after work, and she smiled sharply and heartily, "Besides, if you can find a partner, no matter male or female, I will Happy for you."

The man in front of her was not only her ex-husband, but also her friend. She was not so dark that she would not allow anyone to be with him just because she couldn't be with him.

BAU's work is heavy and difficult, and she can only feel sincerely happy to have someone by his side.

"But don't forget to bring the person to me when the time comes." Of course, it's inevitable that I feel a little sad.

Hearing this, Hotch subconsciously glanced at the briefcase before replying, "Yes."

Saying goodbye to Haley and the two children, he sat in the car again. Today is the end of his vacation. Just thinking about the pile of documents piled up on his desk, the team members who can't come back because of their thoughts, and There was a possible case, and his head started to ache.

But he would rather go to work than continue this holiday with ups and downs and dangers.

Hotch laid the briefcase flat on the passenger seat, "Are you okay?"

After a while, a muffled voice came from the briefcase: "Fortunately, just, a little," the voice drilled into the opening, and a small furry head emerged from the opening of the briefcase, "Muffling."

It was Wu Cong's voice that could be heard only after getting out of the briefcase. The little white rabbit slowly crawled out of the briefcase with its black ears shaking, trying to maintain its usual elegant posture and sit still.

However, with his current body shape that is not even the size of Hotch's palm, his long hair is fluffy and he can't even see his legs clearly, and his cute appearance with big eyes, pink mouth and small black ears, sitting there has nothing to do with elegance besides being cute half side.

Hotch drove the car without changing his expression, holding the steering wheel with one hand, and silently passed a piece of bread with the other, "You didn't eat anything in the morning."

"...Thank you." Although Wu Cong didn't need to eat, Wu Cong still accepted the kindness of his tenant, and took the bread that was a circle bigger than himself with his two little paws.

The bread is freshly baked and has a strong milk aroma. There are raisins embedded in the middle of the bread. The slightly sweet and sour taste after baking can arouse people's appetite, and the outermost layer is wrapped with a layer of puff pastry.

Wu Cong first pulled out a handkerchief from the briefcase to put the bread on the handkerchief, then wiped the two front paws on the handkerchief, and wiped off the dust on the pink meat pad before showing the little paws Eating small pieces of bread very reservedly.

It's delicious, but it's a little sweet, and the milky taste is too strong to cover up the aroma of the wheat flour itself, but it's just right to add raisins to neutralize it. It would be even better if you can add some dried red grapes.Wu Cong, who was seriously appreciating the taste, didn't notice that when Hotch was driving, he would secretly glance at the little white dumpling on the co-pilot who was gnawing on bread seriously, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly higher than usual.

Wu Cong spent the entire time on the road slowly eating this huge piece of bread for him now. Even though he tried to maintain his reserved and elegant movements as much as possible, his face and paws still inevitably got stains. The crumbs of the bread pastry were broken, and I couldn't get it off after shaking for a long time.

Theoretically, cats are cleaned by licking at this time, but according to Wu Cong's personality, if he is asked to lick it clean, he would rather spend a day with bread crumbs until he can wash it.

After Hotch parked the car, he turned his head and saw the white dumpling whose paws were covered in large and small debris and who was trying to calm down with nothing happening on his face. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth a few more times.

"Sorry, I didn't think about it before." He said as he stretched out his hand to help Wu Cong pat off the debris on the long hair. The soft long hair feels so good that people can't move their hands, and even want to bury their face in it Take a good rub.

Hotch calmly controlled his desire (?), wiped Wu Cong's hair with a wet towel, opened the briefcase and let him get in.

If he had a choice, of course he would not bring Wu Cong to his office, but the (forced to sign) ruling stipulated that Wu Cong could not leave his supervisor for more than a certain distance, how far... probably Just having to stay so far under Hotch's eyelids all the time.

Well, it's so far.

Wu Congsheng lay down at the bottom of the briefcase and gritted his teeth helplessly. The so-called "small punishment and big commandment" in the underworld really did not deceive him.

Strictly speaking, this punishment is not too heavy. It looks like the petite and exquisite second form, which is useless except for being cute, has terrifying power enough to fight dragons and dragons, and because of the change of form, she cannot use the same spiritual power as the human form. It will help him stabilize his state after the catastrophe of mind demons and not fall down. It can be said that it will not do him any harm except for a little inconvenience in daily life.

But since he hasn't shown his second form outside for so many years after he turned into a ghost, we can know how much he dislikes this damn ghost-like Wu Cong. Where should he put his face in this state?

The little rabbit's three-petal mouth moved a few times, and unconsciously grabbed the tissue and began to bite.

Really angry.

I really want to make a lot of meals, treat the chicken, duck and fish as the heads of those boring gods who fear the world will not be chaotic, chop them all up, peel the skin and cramps, throw them in the pot and stew until the bones are soft and melted, and then take them all away Feed the Chinese pastoral dog Gouzi who was the gatekeeper of Xuanzong.

In the office, Hotch didn't care about the mountain of documents on the desk, but first cleared out a drawer, spread a towel on it, and put the Wu Cong in the briefcase on it.

"…" Hotch wiped the crumbs of tissue off his hands expressionlessly.

"..." Wu Cong hid the scraps of paper towels at the corner of his mouth in his thick fur without changing his expression, his expression was very cold (jue) serious (wang).