pet dog

After Fang Yiran finished his breakfast, he saw that the guys upstairs still didn't move at all, and he didn't call them. Anyway, there was nothing to do. It's a rare vacation. If they want to sleep, let them sleep for a while.Fang Yiran finished his share slowly, and warmed up all the dishes prepared for them, so as not to be cold and unpalatable after a while.

After breakfast, Fang Yiran walked slowly to the living room, dragged his head with one hand on the arm of the sofa, found a comfortable position, turned on the TV to watch the news, took a sketchbook, wrote and drew on it, and found some Inspiration, it's time to pass the time.

Fang Yiran, as a world-class fashion designer, must be able to do it with his hands, and his sketching skills are top-notch. With just a few strokes, he can outline a person's gestures and movements. Some of them are villains that flashed on TV. Some are occasional flashes of inspiration in my mind, all of which are recorded in sketchbooks.

It was only later that Fang Mo was drawn unknowingly in his hands, including his posture sitting cross-legged at his feet, his graceful curves lying sideways on the bed, and his standing in the office. Downstairs, the upright standing posture waiting for him to get off work, and various appearances of Fang Mo in his daily life, mopping the floor, cooking, dazed, dozing off... don't look at the face outlined with only a few strokes, but Fang Mo's demeanor is vivid, vivid on the paper, coquettish, honest, affectionate, confused, in various poses.

When Fang Yiran came back to his senses, all kinds of Fang Mo had already covered the drawing paper. Fang Yiran rubbed his forehead and smiled wryly. He must have been possessed by a demon. It turned out that his life had already been destroyed unconsciously. This man named Fang Mo was full.

Don't look at Fang Mo's appearance of being inseparable from Fang Yiran on weekdays, as if he would not be able to live without him, but in fact, Fang Yiran is not like that, if one day Fang Mo is clingy and The loyal stupid dog is gone, I am afraid his life will not go on...

Fang Yiran's fingers slowly touched Mo's face above the drawing paper, sighing in his heart.

"Master!" Fang Mo poked his head out from the railing on the second floor.

Fang Yiran was just thinking about it, when he heard Fang Mo's call, he was taken aback, and hurriedly closed the sketchbook full of Fang Mo's shadows like a guilty conscience, and turned around.

Fang Mo ran downstairs, saw Fang Yiran sitting on the sofa, ran straight over, crossed the back of the sofa, hugged Fang Yiran's neck from behind, and put his head on it affectionately, saying dissatisfied : "Why didn't you call me when you got up?"

Fang Yiran smiled, rubbing his big head that was leaning on him, and secretly smiled, could he still disappear? Seeing Fang Mo's anxious appearance, he said in his mouth: "Seeing that you are falling asleep, I will let you sleep for a while .”

Fang Mo made sure that his master hadn't disappeared, and let go of his hand, "I'll make you breakfast."

"I'm done, it's still hot, go to the kitchen and eat by yourself, I've already eaten." Fang Yiran told the person who was about to enter the kitchen to stop.

Fang Mo's eyes lit up when he heard it, the master made it himself, and the little awkwardness in his heart that the master didn't ask him to get up and have breakfast together disappeared, and he happily went into the kitchen.

Fang Yiran saw that Fang Mo was happy about such a trivial matter, he couldn't help smiling and shaking his head, do you like yourself so much?He glanced at the sketchbook in his hand again, and put it aside. It wasn't that he didn't want Fang Mo to know that he liked him, but it seemed that he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw him drawing his portrait. Fang Yiran thought that if Fang Mo saw After drawing so many portraits of myself, I don't know what to be happy about.

In a daze, his legs were heavy, but Fang Mo sat on top of him, facing himself, holding a cup of soy milk in one hand, a bun in the other, and one in his mouth. Fang Yiran hugged Fang Mo's waist, Pulling it into his arms to prevent him from accidentally falling, and seeing Fang Mo like this again, he suddenly thought, should this be said that the meat buns beat the dogs and never come back?

He took the soy milk in his hand and held it for him, then smiled and pinched his bulging cheeks from eating buns, "You are dead, I won't give you meat in the future, look, it's all long Meat." After speaking, he squeezed the flesh around his waist.

Fang Mo turned his head to look at his butt with the bun in his mouth, as if he was checking if he was really fat, and lifted his butt carefully, trying not to put his weight on Fang Yiran.

Fang Yiran was amused by his movements, as if a puppy was looking for his tail, he hugged him even more, fed him a sip of soy milk, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

The stuffing of this steamed stuffed bun is carefully made by Fang Yiran, not only the whole meat, but also finely chopped shiitake mushrooms and fresh bamboo shoots, and then added eggs and broth to thicken the stuffing, not only the meat is full of fragrance , and the freshness of the bamboo shoots, plus the thin and somersaulting skin of the steamed stuffed bun, can it be delicious? , he will still say it's delicious, as long as it's made by Fang Yiran.

The one who answered Fang Yiran was naturally Fang Moke nodding vigorously, while biting the bun, drinking soy milk from Fang Yiran's hand, enjoying Fang Yiran's embrace.Fang Mo secretly looked at Fang Yiran's expression, as if he had no intention of driving him down, Fang Mo was secretly happy, you must know that after he has been transformed into a human for him, the master will not let him nestle in his lap like Xiaoba He was troubled by being in his arms, sometimes he wished that he could be as small as that ball of fur, so that he could nest wherever his master wanted, and the master would not dislike him anymore... and he always thought that the master was actually more I like how he looked when he was little eight, otherwise why would he always hug him and not hug him too much, this will finally come true, not to mention how happy I am.

This stupid dog doesn't even think about how much weight Fang Yiran can hold when he becomes Fang Mo... Still wondering if he really should lose weight, God knows if Fang Yiran can hold him, He must be skinny and skinny.

Kneeling on both sides of Fang Yiran's legs was divided, and he sent himself a little closer to the embrace of his master. Fang Mo contentedly lay on Fang Yiran's body and ate the buns. He took a look at Fang Yiran and took a bite of the buns, making Fang Yiran dumbfounded. Feelings, this guy takes him to make buns, then he is really pretty and delicious... Fang Yiran had no choice but to wrap his arms around his waist and let him go. While stroking Fang Mo's soft and strong waist, he watched absently watching TV.

Fang Mo quickly disposed of a bun, leaving only the one in his hand. Fang Mo brought the bun to Fang Yiran's mouth and let him eat it.

"You won't let me eat the skin of the buns for you, will you?" Fang Yiran looked down at the buns approaching him, and laughed to expose Fang Mo's tricks, this guy who only knows how to eat meat.

Fang Mo was punctured, pouted, took it back and took a big bite himself, exposing a large piece of meat inside, and brought it to Fang Yiran's mouth again, as if to say, look, this time you are going to eat meat.

"Okay, you can eat it yourself." Fang Yiran slapped his butt angrily, this guy has to drip all the gravy on his clothes before giving up, right?

Fang Mo smirked twice, put it in his mouth, and stuffed the rest of the buns into his mouth in two or three mouthfuls.Fang Yiran rolled his eyes, saw that his hands and mouth were full of oil, pinched his waist, fed him the soy milk in his hand, then put it aside, took out the tissue next to him, wiped his mouth and hands, Fang Mo then He was enjoying Fang Yiran's rare service with a smile, and after Fang Yiran cleaned up for him, he kissed Fang Yiran heavily on the face, and then smiled and nestled back into Fang Yiran's arms again.

One of the two of them watched TV, and the other watched Fang Yuan, and it was unexpectedly quiet and harmonious.

When Lu Ren went downstairs, he saw these two people sticking together like conjoined twins. The silly dog ​​just leaned on Fang Yiran's body. Because he was facing the stairs at the back, he happened to see Lu Ren coming downstairs. .

Fang Mo lay on Fang Yiran's shoulder and made a face with Lu Ren, then snorted and turned his head away.

Lu Ren rolled his eyes helplessly, how old did he think he was... Fang Yiran heard the movement behind him, turned his head, saw that it was Lu Ren, and greeted with a smile: "Morning, there is breakfast in the kitchen, go and eat by yourself."

Because Fang Yiran turned his head, his lips were very close to Fang Mo's, and the two people's faces were almost touching. Fang Mo was naturally not polite, and he put Fang Yiran's mouth in his mouth, and kissed it.

Fang Yiran was talking to Lu Ren, but he didn't expect that Fang Mo would kiss him suddenly. He was interrupted at once. Finally, Fang Mo kissed enough and let go. He twisted Fang Mo's waist angrily, and stared at him. Let Lu Ren see the joke for no reason.

"Uh...it hurts..." Fang Mo rubbed his waist, shrunk his neck in aggrieved manner, and nestled back into Fang Yiran's arms obediently again with a look of bewilderment.

Lu Ren stroked his forehead, he thought it was all right to see it, and the two insisted on flirting in front of him, so he could only pretend he hadn't seen it, went into the kitchen, and picked up a basket of steamed buns when he saw them. After coming out, he also poured himself a cup of soy milk and a small saucer of vinegar, and sat on the sofa next to Fang Yiran.

Lu Ren threw a steamed stuffed bun into his mouth, and said vaguely, "You made it? The craftsmanship has not regressed, it's much better than this stupid dog's." The little furball lying on his shoulder smelled the meat, Leaning over to lick Lu Ren, he looked like he wanted to eat too.

Fang Yiran quickly stopped him, "Don't feed it, it will kill you." He was really afraid that Lu Ren would just feed this little guy the steamed stuffed bun.

"Can't you eat it?" Lu Ren looked regretful.

Fang Yiran's black line, he was really going to feed it.Fang Mo looked at him sideways, and saw a cage of steamed buns on the coffee table. He looked at him eagerly, as if he wanted to stay.

Fang Yiran smiled, I really don't know what to say about him, it is obviously Fang Mo's advanced kitchen, if he really wants to eat steamed buns, he can eat them just now, Lu Ren has to be greedy for food, it is really someone else's mouth Is everything delicious?Fang Yiran was speechless, and couldn't see that Fang Mo wanted to eat, so he patted him on the back and said, "There are still some in the kitchen, go and eat them yourself."

Lu Ren smiled and took another one dipped in vinegar and threw it into his mouth. Fang Mo glanced at him, then turned around and hugged Fang Yiran, as if I didn't want to eat it. In fact, he was worried that when he stood up, the master would eat it. I will not let him sit on the lap, although I really want to eat the steamed buns made by the master, um, but he prefers the embrace of the master.

Fang Yiran naturally couldn't think of this, seeing Fang Mo said not to eat, he didn't say much, just hugged his back, and said to Lu Ren: "Where is Ren Feng?"

"Still sleeping."

"Did you torment others?" Fang Yiran joked with a smile.

Lu Ren raised his eyebrows, "He made troubles on his own."