Qiuchi silent

Summary: "I like a dog that takes the initiative, but not a dog that loses half"

After exchanging pleasantries with Uncle Sun, Mu Zhe chose a place far away to decorate and set up folding stools.The sky was overcast, and the prepared parasols were useless.

He said he wanted to teach Xie Qiuchi, but his wrist was still swollen and he couldn't even swing the pole.Mu Zhe just taught him how to adjust the hook, hang the bait, and sprinkle the bait, and then demonstrated how to throw the pole.

Xie Qiuchi stared at Mu Zhe without blinking, and felt that his master was unspeakably chic even standing by the lake and throwing bait into it.

Mu Zhe turned his head and said: "You have to swing the pole harder, the deeper the water is, the fish will be there."

He paused while talking, Xie Qiuchi looked at him with some doubts, and then he continued: "The wind is easy to drift, pull the wrong rod, or catch a small fish and think it is the wind, and the bait will be gnawed if the timing is missed. So you look carefully for a while, and it is easy to catch fish when you distinguish clearly.”

"Okay." Xie Qiuchi replied immediately, thought for a while, and said, "I think you are very proficient."

It doesn't look like he has no interest in fishing.

Mu Zhe probably understood Xie Qiuchi's doubts, he set up his poles, and sat back: "Not only is it proficient, I even studied the baits one by one, I used the one that attracts the most fish, and I added some ingredients myself. "

"You are so attentive..."

"I learned from my old man." Mu Zhe seemed to want to stretch his legs, but the folding stool was too short to do enough, he sighed and propped his elbows on his knees, "No matter what, once you do it, you can't put your heart into it. It’s better not to do the best you can.”

Xie Qiuchi lowered his gaze slightly, and landed on Mu Zhe's exposed ankle.

The folding stool is too short, and Mu Zhe is uncomfortable to sit on. Now he really wants to bend down and use it as a stool for Mu Zhe, and he also wants to kiss his master's ankle.

But in the end, Xie Qiuchi just licked his lips and asked, "Then don't you feel tired like this?"

"Why are you tired?" Mu Zhe raised his eyebrows and asked back, "I like the feeling that everything is under control, and I enjoy it."

He lowered his voice and looked at Xie Qiuchi with a half-smile: "Especially raising a dog, if you don't become the best owner, why do you want the best dog?"

"Owner……"

Xie Qiuchi was a little touched, couldn't help shouting, before he could finish his sentence, he was slapped on the head, and Mu Zhe was annoyed: "Shout, shout louder, use a loudspeaker to broadcast?"

"... dog... I was wrong..."

Mu Zhe didn't answer this sentence, but said: "I think you have to ask for leave tomorrow."

The implication is that Xie Qiuchi will make another mistake, and he will have his face swollen tonight.

Xie Qiuchi nodded dejectedly: "I see, what you say is what you say."

Mu Zhe was very patient, and he didn't feel impatient after sitting all afternoon, looking at the fishing rod like an old monk in meditation.Although Xie Qiuchi is not interested in fishing at all, being with his master is different—staying with Mu Zhe is enough for him to be happy even looking at it from a distance, let alone sitting side by side in such a rare way.

In the afternoon, Mu Zhe had a good harvest, and the grandson over there watched him catch a fish from time to time, and couldn't help pacing over, feeling sour in his heart: "Your boy is as virtuous as your father. place."

"Uncle Sun, it's been a while since I've fished, and I've saved it all together." Mu Zhe said a few words of modesty in a symbolic manner, but in reality he was talking nonsense, and his brows were full of pride.

Xie Qiuchi was honored, his back straightened, and Mu Zhe was amused watching it, but also had an indescribable sense of touch.

He pulled the fish net in the water.

There are not many big fish in the lake, but a lot of small fish were caught. Mu Zhe picked up the net, turned around and said, "I think it's almost there. Have fish tonight? The dried fish I fried is not bad."

Xie Qiuchi nodded reflexively, and realized after ordering that the master said that he would cook for him.

His eyes lit up instantly. If there was a tail, it would probably be shaken by now with only afterimages left.

Mu Zhe propped his head and stared at him: "Come on, give me a smile."

Xie Qiuchi was taken aback for a moment, then pursed his lips and smiled.

He smiled shyly, but his eyes were still bright, the joy in the black pupils had not faded, and the tails of his eyes were curved.

"Isn't it pretty when you smile?" Mu Zhe poured the fish into the fish bucket, and said in the voice of the water, "Who do you usually show a dull face to?"

"Me?" Xie Qiuchi looked blank.

"It's not you, is it me?"

When Mu Zhe came over with a bucket, Xie Qiuchi went up to pick it up, but he didn't refuse, and let Xie Qiuchi carry it.

"Uncle! We're going back!" He shouted, Xie Qiuchi also nodded towards Uncle Sun, Mu Zhe turned his head to see it, and suddenly said: "That's the expression."

Xie Qiuchi blinked in confusion.

"I……"

"Don't you like to laugh?"

Xie Qiuchi finally understood what the master was talking about.

It never occurred to him—why he didn't laugh, why he didn't talk to people, why he stayed away from the crowd.

After thinking about it carefully, he replied: "No, it's because there is nothing funny in normal times."

There was a wind in the night, and it blew away the last remaining heat. Xie Qiuchi followed behind the master. After answering this question, he was a little silent, and Mu Zhe didn't speak for a while. The two seemed to be immersed in the cool wind .

After a while, Xie Qiuchi listened to Mu Zhe: "When I train you, I laugh a lot, and being a dog makes you happy?"

"...Happy." Xie Qiuchi replied in a low voice, "Happy to be the master's dog."

He seemed to be referring not to the incident itself, but to the person who knelt down. Mu Zhe glanced back, as if he didn't hear anything, and continued to ask: "Is the happiest when you are angry."

"Um……"

"Can't speak?"

"...The cheap dog is the happiest when it's pissed off..."

Xie Qiuchi's breath was already a little unsteady, so Mu Zhe switched to other words, listening to his puppy responding to him, his voice trembling because his penis was erect but locked again.

He said a few insignificant words, and then said a few words to stimulate Xie Qiuchi, admiring that Xie Qiuchi's mood was agitated because of his few words.

After finally going down the mountain, Xie Qiuchi habitually wanted to open the door of the co-pilot, Mu Zhe gave him a look: "Go to the back."

Xie Qiuchi took a deep breath and sat in the back seat.He knew that Mu Zhe usually wanted to play with him.

So Xie Qiuchi went in and adjusted his posture while taking off his pants, planning to kneel down on the cushion.

Mu Zhe glanced over and couldn't help laughing: "Why are you so anxious? Are you so anxious that I'll play with you? Can't help but want to get angry?"

Xie Qiuchi froze immediately, and looked at Mu Zhe helplessly: "Master..."

Mu Zhe's face darkened, and he didn't speak.

Only then did Xie Qiuchi realize that he didn't answer the master's question just now, so he quickly knelt down and replied: "The cheap dog... the cheap dog is anxious to be played by the master, and wants... to flirt for the master to see."

He lowered his eyes, took off half of his trousers and didn't dare to move any more, just let it half collapse, his face was flushed with shame - he was actually not in a hurry to make a fuss just now, he just wanted to take the initiative to please the master, but he didn't know it was self-defeating .

Mu Zhe didn't say a word, and stared at him from the rearview mirror for a long time before saying coldly: "I can't answer questions well, I think you have forgotten what you are."

Apart from training, Mu Zhe doesn't like to put pressure on slaves, and he doesn't need to distinguish between superiority and inferiority, but he doesn't want slaves to forget the rules because of this.What's more, forget your identity.

"No cheap dog, cheap dog is the owner's dog!" Xie Qiuchi leaned forward anxiously, "The cheap dog is wrong, the master..."

"Sit down." Mu Zhe reprimanded.

Xie Qiuchi had no choice but to shut up, and changed from a kneeling position to a sitting position with difficulty.He didn't dare to be smart this time, put his hands on both sides, and grasped the cushion with his uninjured hand.

Mu Zhe just started the car.

He stopped looking at Xie Qiuchi, and just said to him, "Three minutes, let's figure out what's wrong."

"Yes, the bitch knows."

Xie Qiuchi even felt that 3 minutes was too long. When the time was up, he was like an athlete waiting for the starting gun. As soon as Mu Zhe finished saying the word "say", he couldn't wait to speak: "The bitch committed three crimes!" Mistakes, the first is to be smart and think that the owner is going to play with a cheap dog without waiting for the owner's order. The second is that the owner did not answer the question in time. The third is that you should not make the same mistake."

Mu Zhe was a little surprised by the third point he summed up, but he was more satisfied, and his face softened a little, and said: "I like active dogs, but I don't like to be half-losing dogs. What I have taught is more important. Teach, I'm not a teacher, I'm not in that mood."

"Yes, master, the bitch knows."

Xie Qiuchi agreed apprehensively, and couldn't help looking at Mu Zhe's expression in the rearview mirror, but he happened to meet Mu Zhe's gaze, Xie Qiuchi was startled, and quickly looked away.

Mu Zhe sneered and shook his head—is he a scourge?

But it's good to be afraid of him, if you are afraid, you will make less mistakes, he is too lazy to be hurt by the dog's mistakes again and again.

Mu Zhe ordered casually: "Don't you want to take off? Take off and kneel."

Xie Qiuchi struggled to undress himself with one hand. The seat was a little narrower, and he wanted to show himself to the owner. He could only kneel properly if he tried his best to separate his knees.As a result, the front was fully exposed, Xie Qiuchi held back his shame: "Master... the bitch kneels down."

"Where's the egg in the dog's mouth?"

Xie Qiuchi paused, then stammered, and replied, "You bitch... the bitch's egg is out of battery."

He learned how to behave now, and when he answered, he followed Mu Zhe's question.The lower body became hard again, and the pain was unbearable.

"Find another bag in the bag on the right and stuff it in, lest you get angry when it's empty." Mu Zhe glanced at him, "You're a bitch."

You have to make him unhappy to know how to correct it.

"It's... master."

Mu Zhe didn't let him take out the original vibrating egg, so he could only stuff the new vibrating egg in together, panting uncomfortablely while propping up the cushion.

"Master, the bitch is ready."

"what?"

"...The bitch stuffed the egg into the pussy..."

"Your master has to do business, and the puppy can play with himself."

Xie Qiuchi nodded yes, hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and took out the remote control with his mouth, and pressed the switch.

He didn't dare to perfunctory Mu Zhe's order, so he kept adjusting the vibration method of the vibrating egg, and he couldn't help moaning from time to time because he poked it somewhere.

When getting out of the car, the puppy almost fell because of weak legs, but fortunately Mu Zhe helped him in time, and teased, "You fucking can play yourself so well?"

The puppy lowered its eyes and did not look at its owner, and its voice was so low that it could hardly be heard: "The cheap dog wants to be played by the owner."

"Say it again?" Mu Zhe's eyes darkened.

I don't know if it's because the vibrating egg in his body is still vibrating crazily, Xie Qiuchi's breathing is short, this time he speaks a little louder: "The cheap dog wants to flirt with the master, wants to be played by the master."

"Saogou," Mu Zhe pushed him forward, "get out."

Remarks: Maybe the next update can complete this plot? ? ? ?