Star Cat [Entertainment]

Lan Mumu waited and waited, she was so sleepy, her eyelids were clenched, she couldn't hold on anymore, she fell asleep on the sofa with her body tilted.

Shu Zhongyi was frequently distracted during the meeting. There were so many things to do at the end of the year, and the meeting ended more than an hour later than expected.

When he walked into the office, he saw Lan Mumu curled up on the sofa, sleeping like a pig, his empty heart was suddenly filled.

He approached on tiptoe, Lan Mumu's handsome face was sleepy, and the thick eyelashes cast a shadow. Shu Zhongyi touched the swollen dark circles with his hand with some distress. Holding his hand, he muttered, "Mr. Shu, you...don't go...fufu..."

Afraid of waking the boy up, Shu Zhongyi didn't dare to move, and let the boy hug him tightly like a doll on the bed, like a child hugging a beloved toy, relying on him wholeheartedly.

The warmth from the arm has been warming to the cold area in the bottom of my heart.

Shu Zhongyi squatted in front of the sofa, staring intently at the boy's sleeping face, his once sharp and cold eyes were now tinged with warmth.

He was suddenly not afraid, even if there was a devil living in his heart, so what if the mental illness had only a small chance of being cured?For so many years, he has survived alone, his little boy is still so young, he must get well, and watch this little sapling grow into a lush and lush tree.

Secretary An finished sorting out the minutes of the meeting and came to deliver the documents. He saw Shu squatting in front of the sofa, bending over to cover someone with a quilt, his side face shrouded in the sunlight, as if it had been softly illuminated, and he did not see the usual coldness at all.

Secretary An closed his eyes, then opened them again.

Well, Mr. Shu's face returned to normal. As expected, he stared at the computer for a long time and his eyes were dazzled.

However, Mr. Shu didn't turn into a refrigeration and air conditioner in the cold winter like in the conference room, lowering the room temperature by a few degrees.

Mr. Shu made a "shh" gesture and asked him to put the documents on the table. The people on the sofa were probably startled by their movement, turned over, let go of Mr. Shu's arm, and fell asleep again with the blanket in their arms. .

Secretary An caught a glimpse of Mr. Shu's face turning black again, and quickly lowered his head so that only his toes could be seen.

When going out, when Secretary An gently closed the solid wooden door, he accidentally saw Mr. Shu picking up the gift box under the sofa through the crack of the door.

Half-kneeling on the ground, her slender fingers quickly slid through the shiny ribbons, holding her breath and treating her like a treasure, as beautiful as a prince who came out of a fairy tale, as if someone else who had just lost his temper in the office It's no wonder that the entire office building, in Chengdu, is Mr. Shu's fanboy.

Secretary An was full of gossip, passed by the low-pressure secretary's office, and said in the QQ group that blocked senior leaders, "Latest information: the crisis has been resolved."

In the originally silent group, dozens of anonymous messages popped up in an instant.

Secretary An didn't have time to reply one by one, so he sent another message, "The report that was criticized at the meeting, the plan that was rejected... Hurry up and revise it, and try to take advantage of Mr. Shu's good mood to pass it next time."

The bottom screamed, why did Mr. Shu suddenly have too many people in a good mood.

There were too many people asking, Secretary An couldn't hold back the gossip of a middle-aged man, and mentioned very cryptically, "The wife of the president is here to visit."

In an instant, the group exploded.

A group of pseudo-girls cried and fell out of love again, a group of single dogs yelled that the bitch was delicious, and Secretary An went to work contentedly humming a little tune.

No way, he was blinded by Mr. Shu's painting style alone, right...

Mr. Shu, who was completely unaware of the existence of the anonymous group, was staring at some hot gifts in his hand with bitter hatred.

It was so tightly wrapped, with three layers inside and three layers outside, and it was tied with ribbons. When he took it apart, he made up a lot of brainstorming, and even remembered the jokes on the Internet.

He thought he was mentally prepared, but he never expected that Lan Mumu would actually give him a set of women's clothing.

The high-end brand MiMI, featuring lace and pearl rhinestones, is very popular among domestic girls. Not long ago, Shu Zhongyi bought his children's clothing for her younger sister. The three-year-old girl was very happy to receive it.

Shu Zhongyi carried his clothes and walked to the mirror, gestured to his burly figure, and only glanced at it, his brows twisted into twists.

Thunder rolls.

Let him, a big man who is five and three thick, wear a small skirt, he has realized the narrow-mindedness of a cat.

When Shu Zhongyi was in trouble with her pink and fancy dress, Lan Mumu turned over and rolled off the sofa, her face hit the carpet, and she woke up.

Opening his eyes, he saw that Shu Zhongyi was about to throw away his carefully selected little skirt with a dark face, and rushed forward, "Mr. Shu, don't throw it away."

Shu Zhongyi turned around, but before he could figure out how to explain his behavior just now, the young man who sounded like a sloth lying on his back leaned into his ear and whispered, "Teacher Shu, when you did that last time, you Didn’t you mean that you want to see me in a small skirt? The crew’s one was torn when I was taking off my makeup, and I searched for a long time before I found a similar one, so I’ll show you.”

Shu Zhongyi first breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay... Then, he was tickled by Lan Mumu's fiery picture.

After a slow beat, he stopped Lan Mumu who was about to change clothes.

Lan Mumu's face turned pale, and she looked at Teacher Shu with aggrieved expression, anxious to be abandoned.

Shu Zhongyi pointed to the camera in the corner of the office, and rubbed the boy's sleeping hair like a bird's nest, "You are my sweetheart, I am reluctant to show it to others."

Lan Mumu let out an ah, she didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or annoyance, her white and tender face was stained with crimson.

Staring at the camera for a while, he plunged into Teacher Shu's arms, and murmured like a mosquito, "Why is there still a surveillance camera in the private office? Stinky orange cat, did he trick me on purpose? Play office play, I want to try..."

Shu Zhongyi had endured it for several nights, how could he bear the young man teasing him like this, now he is not polite anymore, holding the young man's hand and walking down, "Only I have the authority to watch this surveillance."

Lan Mumu had an apple-red face, revealing a pair of shining big eyes, and had an idea, "Mr. Shu, have you endured particularly hard these days? Wow, it's bigger and wet than the first time." ..."

Shu Zhongyi plunged the boy's shy head into his arms like a carrot, and lowered his head to kiss that chattering little mouth.

……

Half an hour later, Shu Zhongyi led Lan Mumu, whose clothes were disheveled and whose lips were swollen like sausages, down the underground garage.

In the elevator, Lan Mumu still couldn't forget the overbearing mahogany desk.

Shu Zhongyi resisted very much, "Don't think about it, I'm afraid that in the future, when I see this table, I will remember... I can't work anymore."

Lan Mumu was still teasing her desperately, "How nice, this way you will think of me every day at work."

Shu Zhongyi's nose started to sweat, feeling that Shu Xiaoyi, who had just been soothed once, looked up again, so she quickly changed the subject, "What do you want for lunch?"

Lan Mumu's hands and feet are weak now, and the cat's brain is full of yellow waste. Where does he have any thoughts about what to eat? He said very disappointed, "Shouldn't we just go home?"

"Eat enough to exercise—"

Shu Zhongyi is not hungry, he has not had a good appetite these days.

But he asked his aunt at home, and Mumu didn't think about tea or food these few days, and her appetite was much smaller.

More importantly, the TT at home was gone. A few days ago, he was afraid of losing control of his emotions, so he threw away all the stock at home.

Lan Mumu didn't know that President Shu Da had a lot of thoughts, his worries were resolved, and he was really hungry.

But thinking about the meal, he came home to send it out, and snapped his fingers to figure out what he could eat.

For the lesson of not giving meat to hot pot for three days, this time is enough.

Life is precious and love is more expensive. In Maoyan's eyes, although spicy pot is delicious, it is not fleshy.

After talking about it for a long time, I didn't think about what to eat, and when I looked up, I saw Shu Zhongyi parked his car at a vegetarian restaurant.

Lan Mumu sighed and got out of the car, she had no choice but to endure it for the sake of going home.

Shu Zhongyi was amused by Lan Mumu's bitter and bitter expression, and led the person to the private room, comforting him, "Believe me, the ancestors of this family were the imperial chefs who made Buddha jump over the wall. It's delicious, but not too hot."

Lan Mumu was skeptical, and waited for the dishes to be served, one plate after another, the plates were beautifully arranged, it was not the green vegetable leaves, but it was extremely cheerful to eat.

The pork belly made of shiitake mushrooms is delicious and not greasy after a bite. It is more fragrant than meat, and the aftertaste is not greasy.

The vegetarian stir-fry made by hand-ground dried tofu is chewy and chewy. It is paired with fresh seasonal vegetables. It has a strong aroma and goes well with rice.

Crispy eggplant cake, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, has a tangy aroma, and the eggplant inside is soft and glutinous. Biting into it is like eating a popping cake. The sweet osmanthus honey spreads on the tip of the tongue.

……

He ate until his stomach was full, and Lan Mumu wanted to pack an eggplant cake, Shu Zhongyi couldn't stop him.

"We've had enough to eat and drink, and Daju at home is still hungry."

Shu Zhongyi didn't believe that that cunning and treacherous cat would starve her, not to mention, would cats like the smell of eggplant?

You can see Lanmumu is holding a bag of eggplant cakes with open eyes and smiles, poking his nose into the paper bag from time to time to take a deep breath, with a small face of intoxication, unable to say the words of refusal.

Forget it, anyway, I have to exercise when I get home, as long as I don't accumulate food.

There was some traffic jam on the way home, and Lan Mumu, who was full of food and drink, couldn't sit still and started making trouble.

First, she held the corner of Shu Zhongyi's clothes with her little hand, and seeing that he didn't respond, she lifted the sweater and touched his abdominal muscles.

"Don't move around, I'm driving."

Shu Zhongyi's tone of warning was too serious, causing Lan Mumu to snort in dissatisfaction, and poked his tight belly maliciously.

"I'm not. Who told you to keep me cold for the past three days? It caused me to be unrequited love at home every day, and I almost lost my only abdominal muscle."

While waiting for the red light, Shu Zhongyi grabbed the mischievous little hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of it lightly, his voice was low and melodious like the tinkling of spring water, "I made a mistake, go home and punish me for five hundred A push-up, okay?"

His normally stern profile, like a sculpture, seemed as if a spring breeze came overnight, everything revived, and the tenderness of his eyebrows and eyes were fully revealed. His Teacher Shu was suddenly sweeter than sweet-scented osmanthus honey, and he really wanted to swallow it in one bite.

"Okay...okay!" Lan Mumu suddenly stammered a little... small, "No... we are doing push-ups... push-ups together."

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Let me say it quietly, the countdown to the end is here~