Qiuchi silent

Summary: Whenever you come back, there will be a dog kneeling by the door to greet you immediately

Mu Zhe had just tied up Xie Qiuchi when he received Song Qingsheng's call. The puppy's left leg was hoisted high, almost forming a right angle with the right leg, and his hands were also tied together and lifted up. Facing Mu Zhe, his face turned slightly red because of the massage stick in his body.

Mu Zhe picked up the phone while twitching the massage stick, admiring Xie Qiuchi's daring appearance.

But within a few seconds, he frowned, let go of the hand that was playing with Xie Qiuchi, and asked in a deep voice, "Where are you?"

"One room." Song Qing laughed over there, "Mu Zhe, come drink, we haven't had a drink for a long time."

Mu Zhe sighed: "I'll come right away, how much have you drunk?"

"Hmm... not much!" Song Qingsheng lit the wine bottles on the table like a child, and read while pointing. After reading a few bottles, he forgot to count from the beginning.

Mu Zhe hung up the phone, and before explaining to Xie Qiuchi, Xie Qiuchi said: "If you have something urgent, go first, dogs are fine."

"She's drunk, I have to go there to rest assured." Mu Zhe apologized, and untied Xie Qiuchi's rope, "Today will be like this first, next time..."

Maybe it's because of the special situation today, or maybe it's because Mu Zhe was too gentle some time ago, Xie Qiuchi clearly heard that the training was over, but knelt down when Mu Zhe was packing the rope.

The leg was a little hurt just now, Xie Qiuchi took it easy, and begged in a low voice: "Can the dog... wait for the master to come back?"

Mu Zhe was taken aback when he heard the words: "You don't need it, today may be delayed for a long time, and I will come back very late."

He didn't know what happened to Song Qingsheng yet, so he didn't want Xie Qiuchi to wait for him in vain.

Xie Qiuchi lowered his head and said nothing, he seemed to be fighting against himself, his hands on the ground were very hard, and his knuckles turned white.

"The dog wants to wait for the owner to come back," he finally said, his voice couldn't be lower, "the owner doesn't need to train the dog, the dog just..."

Mu Zhe's toe resting on his chin cut off his somewhat bewildered explanation.Xie Qiuchi raised his head obediently along with his strength and looked at Mu Zhe.

"Take the mat to the door." Mu Zhe finally said.

Xie Qiuchi came to his senses, thanked him excitedly, then picked up the mat and quickly crawled towards the door, fearing that Mu Zhe would regret it.

Mu Zhe was amused, he let Xie Qiuchi wait for him to change his shoes, and rubbed the soles of his shoes against his head.

Xie Qiuchi fell on the ground, feeling the strength of his master's foot stepping on him, his genitals became hard.Mu Zhe naturally noticed: "Take care of the dog's dick, don't be in heat all day long."

"Yes, master, the bitch knows."

When Mu Zhe left, he had already turned off the light, paused his hands, and turned on the wall lamp again—he still remembered Xie Qiuchi's fear of the dark last time, although Xie Qiuchi promised that this situation did not happen often, it was still Be careful.

He looked at the dog kneeling on the ground and shaking its buttocks to send him off, thinking, the puppy will really please people.

Mu Zhe's good mood only lasted until he saw Song Qingsheng.

Song Qingsheng was very drunk, and sat half-sprung at the table, reaching for the wine with her hands, but all she got were empty bottles. She was so angry that she almost smashed the bottles with a wave of her hand.

Fortunately, Mu Zhe stopped her in time. He pushed the bottle away and sat opposite Song Qingsheng with a serious face: "Have you had a fight?"

Song Qing stared at him in bewilderment, reacted for a while, and then said "Oh": "Arguing..."

She put her face on the table, trying to cool down: "How dare he."

"Call for wine, I haven't had enough, keep drinking." She said again.

Without even hesitating, Mu Zhe raised his hand and called for another dozen drinks: "I'll watch you drink, and call Chen Shuchen after you finish drinking. Anyway, it's not me who feels distressed."

Song Qing said nothing.

When the wine arrived, Mu Zhe poured a glass and pushed it to her, saying coldly, "Drink."

Song Qingsheng took it and drank it dry.Mu Zhe poured another glass, poured another glass for himself, ignored her request to clink the glass, and finished the glass by himself before saying in a deep voice, "Song Qingsheng, do you still remember what you said?"

There was loud music in the bar, and the topic was private, so Mu Zhe's voice was not loud, and Song Qingsheng could hear it clearly.Song Qingsheng's fingers slid on the glass a few times, the glass that had been filled with ice wine was still cold, and the condensed water wet her fingertips.

"I've said too much." She was very unreasonable.

Mu Zhe sighed: "If the one in charge doesn't even have a little self-control, what else can he do?"

He knew that Song Qingsheng was the young lady's temper, and she couldn't be provoked the most. Normally, she would have jumped up, but today she was still lying on her stomach as if she had no bones, so she should not be blamed.

Mu Zhe stopped talking and just continued to drink - when Song Qing wanted to say something, he would always say it.

It was only when he finished the second bottle that Song Qingsheng mumbled, "...he likes children."

Mu Zhe slightly raised his eyelids: "What did he tell you?"

"No," Song Qing said, "he won't say."

What kind of dog is Chen Shuchen?

He knows his master's preferences, understands all problems, and never brings the things that bother his master to the surface.

But Song Qingsheng didn't feel very comfortable.

They are masters and slaves, but also lovers. She likes slaves to cater to everywhere, but she doesn't like lovers who are blindly forbearing and oppressive.

She never ignored the gentle light in Chen Shuchen's eyes when she saw the child, but Chen Shuchen didn't mention a word.

"He does what you want, are you still not happy?"

Mu Zhe knew that Song Qingsheng had never wanted to have children.

Song Qing gave him a sharp look: "What kind of straight man do you think?"

Mu Zhe just smiled and said nothing, but she immediately came to her senses and put her forehead on the table in a daze: "Oh... yes, you are not straight..."

"So you haven't talked to him about it." Mu Zhe turned around.

"What are you talking about? Tell him that if you really want a child, the two of us will break up, because I don't have that plan?" Song Qing paused, then whispered, "Then am I still human? "

Raising a dog is one thing, forcing the dog to make a choice is another, and Song Qingsheng couldn't do it.

Chen Shuchen loves children so much. The last time he met that lost child in the park, Chen Shuchen's patience almost caught up with her. If Chen Shuchen was forced to choose between her and the child, how uncomfortable would he be?

Mu Zhe pondered for a moment: "What happened today?"

Song Qingsheng is not a person who is sad when nothing happens, there must be something happening out of her control that makes her mood fluctuate.

"...you are really my best friend," Song Qingsheng finally smiled, "He proposed to me, but I didn't agree."

Mu Zhe was speechless.

"Mu Zhe..." Song Qing called out to him in a daze, she hadn't cried for many years, this time it might be from alcohol, her eyes were red from holding back, "I feel like I'm such a failure..."

"It's not any of your fault."

"It seems to be the same." Song Qingsheng was a little confused, and just echoed Mu Zhe, but then retorted, "But I shouldn't drag him."

Mu Zhe didn't speak, she said to herself: "Keep the puppy away, the puppy will be sad."

"And... I can't bear it..."

She looked at Mu Zhe with her forehead reddened: "You don't understand this feeling, Mu Zhe...you single dog... single dog..."

Mu Zhe didn't know why the topic came to him. He raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and suddenly thought of Xie Qiuchi, and said in his heart that he didn't understand at all—whether it's a master slave or a lover, at least the feeling of not wanting to let go is the same. of.

Song Qingsheng had already started talking nonsense, his eyes were as red as his face, and he grabbed the table, as if he was about to slide down, his voice became lower and lower, and he couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.

Looks like there's nothing to talk about tonight—what can he hope to reason with a drunk.

After paying the bill, Mu Zhe took out his phone and hesitated for a while, but still didn't call Chen Shuchen.He called a substitute driver and took Song Qingsheng home.

Song Qingsheng's drunkenness was on fire at the moment, and he was drowsy all the way. Mu Zhe acted as a human support, thinking that he had to have a good chat with this girl tomorrow. After thinking about it, he remembered that time when Xie Qiuchi was drunk .

His little dog was so obedient when he was drunk, and so stubborn that he couldn't even tell the truth with a whip.

So what happened that day?Also related to that little rascal named Xiao Qing?

He was inexplicably upset, but thinking that Xie Qiuchi was still waiting for him at home, his mood eased a bit.

At home, waiting for him, both words are extraordinarily pleasant.

When sending Song Qingsheng off the car, Mu Zhe saw Chen Shuchen sitting by the flower bed downstairs at a glance.

He didn't seem to be home in time, he was still wearing a suit, his elbows rested on his knees and his forehead was hunched over, looking exhausted.

He was distracted, and Mu Zhe called him before raising his head, saw the situation in front of him clearly, and was stunned for a few seconds before coming over to pick up Song Qingsheng.

"Drinking? How did you drink like this?" Chen Shuchen frowned.

Song Qingsheng opened his eyes and glanced at him, and put most of his weight in Chen Shuchen's arms.

"Dog...has a headache..." She buried her head on Chen Shuchen's chest.

Chen Shuchen massaged her temples familiarly, and pulled her into his arms to make her more comfortable.

"She's not in a good mood." Mu Zhe said.

"...I thought it would be me who was in a bad mood." Chen Shuchen laughed at himself.

The marriage proposal failed, and he wandered the streets like a stray dog ​​for a long time, and finally went back to Song Qingsheng's house to sit quietly downstairs, but he dared not contact her.

"Brother Chen, she has some concerns, and she may not be able to tell you all of them for the time being, but from my point of view, you are her favorite person these years." Mu Zhe said sincerely.

Chen Shuchen was silent for a while, and said: "Actually, I thought about it, she won't get married so early. I just couldn't wait."

I want to have the most intimate relationship with her in the world, and I want to give everything to her.

"As masters and slaves, you may be a little less honest." Mu Zhe said bluntly.

There are some things that both parties clearly know, and they are both for the other's sake, but they hide it, and it will become an inextricable circle from someday.

But Mu Zhe is an outsider, this matter still needs to be resolved by themselves.

Chen Shuchen smiled: "I won't say thank you, I'll go out for a drink another day."

"Okay, I have to go back too, the puppy is still waiting."

"Have you taken in a slave?" Chen Shuchen asked in surprise. From what he knew, Mu Zhe would not easily leave his slave at home and go out by himself.

Mu Zhe didn't answer right away, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Not yet."

Chen Shuchen seemed to have sensed something from this answer, but he didn't pursue it. He only told him to be careful on the road, and Mu Zhe waved his hand: "Then I'll go first."

It was half dark when we got home, Mu Zhe thought of Chen Shuchen's question, and felt a little strange.

He didn't have the habit of letting slaves serve him around the clock, and he didn't plan to accept slaves—they had already reached a consensus when he first trained Xie Qiuchi.

But he suddenly felt that it's not bad to have a dog that belongs to him at any time, especially when the dog is Xie Qiuchi.

This thought became stronger when he opened the door and saw Xie Qiuchi kneeling in the darkness kowtowing to him and shaking his buttocks.

Mu Zhe stepped on Xie Qiuchi's head, and Xie Qiuchi meekly pressed his face to the ground.

He stepped on it for a long time before letting go and turning on the light. Xie Qiuchi was short of breath because of his stepping on it. Mu Zhe stretched his feet towards his face: "You really are a fucking unruly dog."

Xie Qiuchi reacted, and tentatively kissed Mu Zhe's vamp: "Master, welcome back."

"Take off your shoes, I will satisfy you in a while, and have fun with you."

Xie Qiuchi blushed a little: "Thank you, master."

Mu Zhe watched him take off his shoes with his mouth pleasing to the eye with lowered eyebrows, the light blurred on his face, casting deep and shallow shadows, which looked mottled and gentle.

No matter when you come back, there is a dog kneeling by the door to greet you immediately.

It's not a bad feeling.

Remarks: The sub-cp line is too difficult to write...Although I have thought about it a long time ago, I have struggled for a long time on how to write o_O

By the way, I think Mu Ge's idea is very broad.