Interstellar cat guide

During Mao Mi’s filming during the day, Cen Ziyan continued to practice calligraphy at his house without class. Sometimes Mao Mi needed him to cook when he came back late. Unfortunately, even with the patient teaching of the smart butler, he still couldn’t learn this skill and almost became a master. With the newly promoted kitchen killer, Mao Mi had no choice but to let the smart housekeeper take over this arduous task.

Now he is filming "The Wilderness" which has reached a critical juncture, Mao Mi has to go out at four or five o'clock every day, exhausted.After going around like this for several days, Tao Mingyu realized with conscience that he gave everyone a day off.

"Today is also Xiao D's cooking." Mao Mi came back the night before the holiday, and came to a conclusion as soon as he opened the door.

Cen Ziyan shrugged and said, "Housework is what a smart housekeeper should do, otherwise why would you buy it?"

Mao Mi didn't bother arguing with him about this, so he picked up the homework he put aside, glanced at it briefly: "The correct rate is a little higher than yesterday, have you finished reading the book that I asked you to read?"

"It's over." Cen Ziyan replied with a bitter face. The two books were written in classical Chinese, which was like an alien language for those of them who had barely studied in school. You had to look through the dictionary once to read a sentence.

"Hurry up and eat. I'll teach you after eating. After you learn it, the script will be easy to understand." Mao Mi said gently.

Cen Ziyan hummed awkwardly, quickly finished his meal, and then immediately went to the study, looking like a handsome young man who loves to study.

After explaining the basic knowledge to him for a while, Mao Mi quickly handed him a paper, and while supervising him, he remembered something: "You seem to have no idea why Su Jun is called a saint."

Su Jun in the script of "Jiu Po ​​Shi Huai" was hailed as one of the greatest saints in ancient times, but Cen Ziyan couldn't agree with it, and almost yelled at this historical celebrity, and when he mentioned this, he said angrily: "Hey, what he did before Didn't it all depend on the wealth and power of his family? Didn't he kill the famous Su Jun beheading villain because the villain didn't dare to mess with his family background? What kind of things did he do by himself? It worked? Later, he found the emperor as a backer, killed so many ministers, and became a saint when people were afraid of him and showed kindness? Is that okay?"

Mao Mi never imagined that he could misinterpret a good story like this. Seeing him still muttering about how dangerous the world is, she shook her head and sighed: "When the water is clear, there will be no murlocs. If the water is clear, there will be no fishmen. When you are talking about others, Have you ever thought about yourself?"

Cen Ziyan's father is a high-ranking federal official, and her mother is the younger sister of the current honorary princess. Even her elder brother has been promoted to the rank of captain and has performed military exploits.The family really protected him very well. Knowing that he was stubborn, he never showed his help in front of him, which made him think that everything was obtained by himself, but he did not expect that this made his distorted sense of self-satisfaction even more.

Without waiting for his response, Mao Mi continued: "For example, this time, the reason why you got Dean Yu's consent was not because of your two insincere phone calls, but because your father has funded the Ancient Cultural Institute many times. , He agreed to this matter because of this sentiment. And there is nothing wrong with it. People have a variety of relationships in this world, so the so-called network of contacts will be established."

"The loftiness you think is blindly denying your inherent advantages, attacking those you unilaterally condemn with a hostile attitude, throwing away what others have done for you, and taking pride in it. But Su Jun is good at Take advantage of yourself, when others give to him, he will return it back thousands of times. The emperor will give him the opportunity, and he will give back to thousands of people by creating a prosperous world. If it were you... Maybe the world will flow into rivers, Only in exchange for your childish high-spirited satisfaction."

Cen Ziyan blushed, and was about to stand up when she dropped the pen, but was scared back by Mao Mi's ruler.

"Do the paper well, and come to me when you're done." Shaking the ruler, Mao Mi didn't want to talk, and turned around to close the door for him.This person's distorted personality will not be corrected in a short while, and it is considered progress to be able to barely suppress his emotions now.

Watching TV in the living room for a while, the doorbell suddenly rang, and the smart housekeeper was about to open the door, when Mao Mi walked over first.

The tall figure covered the moonlight outside, and his body still carried a dusty atmosphere and a sense of fatigue. Huo Jingchu looked at the person in front of him greedily: "Long time no see."

"It's only a few days." Mao Mi's heart speeded up in surprise, and he quickly found slippers for him, and led him into the house.

Huo Jingchu followed him step by step: "It's been twelve days."

Unexpectedly, he still remembered the date, Mao Mi blinked and reached out to touch his windbreaker: "Why is it a bit wet?"

"I just rushed over from two star fields, and there was a heavy rain there." Huo Jingchu grabbed his hand, and the two sat on the sofa, very close to each other.

"How long have you been walking?"

Huo Jingchu took advantage of his surprise and kissed him on the hand, let his cold fingertips stick to his face and said, "Soon, the express starship will arrive in twenty hours."

Seeing that he was still a little puzzled, the man explained with a wry smile: "The starship over there is even more humid than the seafood market."

"I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup." Hearing this, Mao Mi immediately planned to get up and go to the kitchen, but was gently pulled by the man, and fell into his generous and warm embrace, "I won't get sick, don't worry."

Huo Jingchu hugged him from behind, buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder and took a deep breath, and clenched his hands dishonestly a little bit, both distressed and dissatisfied: "You've lost weight again, are you too tired recently?"

"I'll be done soon, it's okay." Mao Mi let him rub back and forth, until he felt a little itchy, then shrank back, turned around and faced him, "You also need to rest."

"Seeing you is the best rest." Huo Jingchu chuckled softly, "Can I ask you for a gift?"

Mao Mi was confused by his jumping topic, and asked cautiously: "What greeting gift?"

Seeing that Huo Jingchu didn't answer, but leaned forward as quickly as lightning, and kissed him on the lips, like a superficial touch.

This kiss came suddenly and went very quickly, like a feathered arrow that shot past quickly, it disappeared as soon as it hit him, leaving only the momentary numbness left.

Huo Jingchu saw the person sitting there with his eyes wide open, and wanted to move over to continue, but Mao Mi dodged and fell on the sofa, just recreating the scene on the grass on the top of the cliff.Huo Jingchu turned over, clasped his fingers tightly with his hands, raised his hands above his head, and looked down at him.

"Like a surrendered kitten." The man smirked.

Being easily restrained again, Mao Mi curled her lips, and before she could struggle, the door of the study room creaked open.

"I'm done..." Cen Ziyan came out with the paper, the ending sound of the word was dragged a long time, and he turned a corner suddenly.

Huo Jingchu calmly withdrew his hands and stood up, pulling Mao Mi up, as if nothing had happened.

"This is Cen Ziyan. I was entrusted by the teacher to help him learn some script-related knowledge recently." Mao Miqiang calmed down and introduced them, "Huo Jingchu, you should know him, he is..."

"I'm Xiao Mi's boyfriend, hello." Huo Jingchu didn't have the slightest gentleness in front of Mao Mi, and he said hello after speaking in a cold voice.

"Hello, senior..." Cen Ziyan couldn't break away from the shocking scene just now.

Mao Mi took his paper and told him to turn around and go back, "I'll go in first, will you sit here for a while?"

"Okay." Huo Jingchu nodded and began to drink tea, with a generous look on his face.

It takes two hours to go in.

Huo Jingchu waited left and right, couldn't sit still, and finally followed his own subjective wish, stood up as soon as he stretched his long legs, quietly went to the door of the study and listened, but he could only hear a few vague words explanation.

Fearing that Cen Ziyan would do something wrong to his sweetheart, Huo Jingchu stuck his whole body to the door, but as soon as the door opened, he staggered and fell in, shaking a few times before he stood still.

Mao Mi: "..."

Cen Ziyan: "..."

Huo Jingchu stood upright indifferently, touched his nose, and said with a dignified expression, "Is it finished?"

Mao Mi was amused, and nodded obediently for him: "It's over."

"It's eleven o'clock, get ready for bed."

"Then I'll take a shower..."

"The water has been placed, and the temperature is just right." Huo Jingchu said softly, watching Mao Mi enter the bathroom happily with one of his dull hairs curled up, he closed the door and turned around with a dark face. Big jump.

As soon as the person left, Huo Jingchu became a cold-faced god, his knife-like outline was still cold and sharp under the soft light: "How many days have you lived here?"

"...Five, maybe five or six days..." Cen Ziyan couldn't figure it out for a while, and instinctively downplayed the number.

Huo Jingchu frowned slightly, and snorted coldly, thinking to himself that I haven't lived with him before, but I let you go first, thinking of this place makes me more dissatisfied, but I don't want to cause trouble for Mao Mi, so I said: "You know what to do. "

Cen Ziyan was at a loss: "Know...you know?"

The man was sitting on the black boss chair with his hair combed back. The study room, which was originally full of books, suddenly became a torture room for the godfather of the underworld. Cen Ziyan even felt that the pen on the table could shoot bullets .

For the next time, Huo Jingchu didn't speak, he just opened a book on the table and read it quietly. In the dead silent room, he could only hear the occasional page-turning sound.Cen Ziyan, on the other hand, stood on the side in a state of arrogance, his heart fluttered, he didn't dare to go out, and he didn't dare to ask him if he had anything to say. He didn't think he had ever been so timid in front of his majestic father. Thinking about this is even more painful.

Fortunately, Mao Mi came out very quickly. As soon as he came out, Huo Jingchu put down the book and released the aura all over his body, and the ice and snow melted.Before opening the door, he turned his face to look at Cen Ziyan, then left him alone and went out the door.

Cen Ziyan couldn't tell what that look was like, he only knew that the hawk-like glance might be a warning, maybe it was a threat, or maybe it was just a casual look, but no matter what, he might have a nightmare tonight.

After taking a bath, Mao Mi's long-standing exhaustion surged up. Huo Jingchu pressed him against the wall of the corridor drowsily, and his lips deprived him of oxygen.The man occupied his mouth forcefully, licked his soft lips, put his hands through his fallen bathrobe, held his thin and powerful waist, rubbed and kneaded it.

"Well……"

The sky was spinning, the air was hot and fiery, as if they had just started kissing, and as if a century had passed.

Huo Jingchu suppressed the restlessness in his body, panted and parted his lips, and lightly rubbed Mao Mi's red lips with his fingertips. He lowered his head and kissed Mao Mi gently on his forehead: "You are tired, go to sleep."

"What about you?" Mao Mi asked in a daze after being brought in by him and put on the bed.

"I'll go to the guest room, good night." Huo Jingchu said and turned off the light for him, watching him fall into a deep sleep after a while, couldn't help but smiled and stole another goodnight kiss on his lips.

It's been a long night, and he has a premonition that he won't be able to sleep well tonight.