Feral cat domestication manual

"The hospital called in the afternoon, and I'm going to visit my aunt on weekends, huh?" Jiang Ci said.

"Auntie? Oh—" Jing Cong didn't realize the title of auntie for a while.

Jiang Ci was a little emotional at the moment, "Huh—?"

"No, I'm sure I'll be fine on the weekend, of course I'll go." Jing Cong smiled kindly again, while moving his body and sitting back.

"Don't laugh," Jiang Ci ordered without any momentum, but his movements were very ambiguous and intimate. He squeezed forward, "Do you always think that as long as you smile, you can pass anything? Who told you?"

Jiang Ci still wanted to speak, but he heard Jing Cong froze in his sitting position, frowned slightly and let out a "hiss--".

He quickly reached out to the sofa behind Jing Cong, and took out a TV remote control from under where Jing Cong was sitting...

"Is it broken?" Jiang Ci asked.

Jing Cong gave him a complicated look, and whispered, "It's not because of you."

In fact, when Jiang Ci asked the question just now, he suddenly understood what was going on.It was indeed his fault and his fault, he felt apologetic, and when he recognized his fault, he naturally followed suit, "It's my fault, now I'll let Brother Cong handle everything." Small emotions, what are small emotions?

Jing Cong pouted, "Brother, I have something to tell you."

"Tell me, I'm listening." Jiang Ci scratched the hair on his clothes.

"It's just me..." Jing Cong's words turned around, "You should pay attention to safety recently, it's always good to be careful."

Jiang Ci stopped, but put his hand into Jing Cong's neck again, casually, "Okay, I'm terrified of my life now."

Jing Cong was already a little absent-minded, but Jiang Ci made him even more dissuaded from continuing to talk. He only stopped Jiang Ci and said, "Don't do it, we can't do it today."

Jiang Ci really didn't want to do it, he moved a little distance, "Xiao Cong, you can tell me anything that you can't figure out or understand, you know."

"Well," Jing Cong slightly pursed his lips, "I know, brother."

Satisfied, Jiang Ci leaned over and kissed him, "It's getting late, I worked too hard yesterday, I have to rest early today."

"..."

Saturday.

This is the second time that Jing Cong and Jiang Ci went to see Auntie, ah no, it’s time to call her Auntie now...

When he got into the car, Jiang Ci said with satisfaction: "It looks much more lively this way, very festive."

After hearing this, Jing Cong lowered his eyes to look at the bright yellow coat on his body, "Really?"

When Jiang Ci came home yesterday, he carried both hands full of bags, big and small—the clothes he bought for Jing Cong.

"December is already halfway through, and no matter how cold it is, you have to wear thicker clothes." Jiang Ci tidied up the new clothes one by one, hung them in the closet of the bedroom, and asked sideways, "Would you not wear them all the time?" A long-sleeved jacket can be worn for a year from summer to winter, right?"

Jing Cong strolled to the door of the room to watch him busy, and said, "I wear short sleeves at home."

"I know you wear short sleeves at home, but what about outside?" Jiang Ci nagged, "I feel uncomfortable when I see people not wearing thicker ones and shivering in winter. I bought several for you, so don't try them on." , it must look good."

Jing Cong first said yes as usual, and then asked: "Actually, you don't need to buy so much, is it expensive?"

"It's not expensive, I bought you the cheapest one." Jiang Ci replied lightly.

Hearing this, Jing Cong choked, not knowing how to answer.

Jiang Ci decided not to take the usual path. He looked at Jing Cong who was stunned in place, and couldn't help laughing, "I told you a long time ago that these have to be paid back, right? As long as you pay them back, no matter what I like everything, as for how you want to pay it back, it depends on yourself."

Jing Cong looked at him quietly, but he still didn't say a word that was pressed against his throat. He nodded, "Yeah."

After completing the procedures, the two of them walked into the ward side by side instead of one after the other this time.

Sure enough, Gao Juan had regained her senses, and she was completely free of the signs of madness that she had when Jiang saw her attack last time.

"Mom." Jiang Ci called first.

"Here we come," Gao Juan sat on the bed and took the things he brought, "I eat and drink here, why do you bring so many things here? Make you look like an outsider."

"What kind of words is this? I just brought it here and asked Xiao He to drink it for you. It's not troublesome." Jiang Ci said.

Jing Cong was on the side, pursed his lips and called out: "Auntie."

Gao Juan was stunned for a moment, then she reacted immediately and replied: "Hey, Xiao Cong, come here, I didn't take a good look last time."

Jiang Ci backed away a little, letting Jing Cong sit by the bed.

Gao Juan held Jing Cong's hand, and looked at Jiang Ci while talking: "Okay, okay, the ancients said that children and grandchildren have their own blessings, which is really true."

"Jiang Ci, what are you doing there with the pestle? You want to be the door god and stick it at the door." Gao Juan said dissatisfied.

Jiang Ci was overjoyed when he heard that, he hurried forward and put his hand on Jing Cong's shoulder, "Mom, is it too partial?"

Gao Juan didn't respond, she asked Jing Cong: "Is Jiang Ci treating you well? He doesn't understand anything, so don't be as knowledgeable as him. After all, it's also my fault... I didn't give him a good environment, and I always I wanted to impose my own ideas on him."

"Auntie, no," Jing Cong's voice was not too loud, "he's fine, in fact, you're fine too, you don't mind me..."

"Jiang Ci told you, otherwise he wouldn't bring you to my place," Gao Juan smiled, "Auntie doesn't mind at all, but this is the best arrangement... just take care of yourself."

Jing Cong chatted with Gao Juan intermittently for a while, because he had to go to the bathroom, he went out temporarily.

Gao Juan was in a good mood at the moment, seeing that there were only two people in the room, "I don't know how you two men get along, but you are so much older than him, so treat him well, do you understand?"

Jiang Ci quickly agreed: "Yes, mom, don't worry."

"No matter how big the conflict is, you can't hit people, do you hear me?"

"...I heard it." Jiang Ci thought in his heart, there is no contradiction, your son never beats anyone, and if you really want to beat your son, you probably won't be able to beat him.

"Last time..." Gao Juan pointed out something, and paused for a while, "I don't need to come too often in the future, and I didn't greet you so much when you came. Xiao He is a nice guy, very responsible, that's enough."

Jiang Ci was silent for a while, and replied, "Okay."

When Jing Cong came back, he saw that Gao Juan had closed her eyes and fell asleep. He looked at Jiang Ci.Jiang Ci whispered: "My mother is tired, let's go back today."

Jing Cong nodded, and was held by Jiang Ci to leave the ward.

When I was inside just now, I didn’t see Jiang Ci saying anything, but now he took out all the words he wrote down in his notebook and asked, “You just said ‘he’s fine’, why did I sound so indifferent? with?"

Jing Cong glanced at him lightly, then leaned up to him and said quickly, "He's the best."

Jiang Ci didn't know how fast his heart was beating at the moment, but the older driver was not willing to bow down, "Xiao Cong, you've already said that, what about today?" Son, full of meaning.

Jing Cong stared at a pair of beautiful eyes as if facing a big enemy, then rolled his eyes, turned away from looking at him, and whispered: "OK..."

Jiang Ci's peripheral vision is filled with the bright color of Jing Cong's coat, which is very similar to his mood, and the sun is shining brightly.