The paper man who has been raised for two years is a big shot

The young man didn't say anything more, and stared intently at the kitchen knife in his hand.

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet, the little white tiger stared at the busy young man, smelled the gradually clear fragrance, and his stomach that hadn't eaten all day finally let out a gurgling sound.

After tossing for so long, the food is directly regarded as dinner when it comes out of the pan.

Jian Qiuran fried five dishes and one soup as yesterday, filled the pot with rice, and said to the little white tiger: "If you don't want to be fed by me, just eat it all honestly. I understand your appetite."

The little white tiger hadn't taken a bath yet, and the colorful hair on his body exploded like fireworks. He said stiffly, "Who says I can't finish eating!"

In fact, its appetite is indeed not very good, but it was swallowed by the young man's anger, and in the end it was stretched flat, and it was difficult to turn over on the sofa.

Jian Qiuran disliked his hair loss, Xiao Baihu said it was his own fault.

The two quarreled for a while, and suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the other party shouted: "Hello, the courier has arrived."

Jian Qiuran opened the door to sign for the receipt.The express delivery is something he bought in the mall. There are two big boxes full of cat supplies, such as light blue cat litter, goat milk that is said to be good for cats, bundled cat litter and cat litter box, and bills. of two feather toys.

The little white tiger watched silently, unable to tell what it was like.

It turned out that when he thought the young man would abandon him, the other party was shopping for him.

The person who thought he would never leave disappeared, but the person who thought he would leave chose to take him in.

Somewhat ironic.

The little white tiger was silent, and before the emotions in his heart dissipated, he was picked up by the young man who had disposed of the items and put them into the bathtub.

The little white tiger was startled, and regardless of his distress, he quickly shouted: "Put the water on first..."

brush--

The shower was turned on and it was poured into chicken soup. Duanzi stood silently in the bathtub, with colorful rainbow-like water under his feet.

The young man's method is as rough as ever, rubbing the fur with the balls and scrubbing, and rubbing with the specially bought cat body wash for 10 to [-] minutes. Only when the legs are numb is the bleaching successful.

The tuanzi also tried to struggle, but now it really can't beat the young man. When it refuses to cooperate, at most it splashes water everywhere, but it can't resist at all.

After taking a bath, it was almost a loss for both sides, Jian Qiuran was drenched all over, and the snow-white dumpling was self-closing.

But the nightmare is not over, there is hair blowing after bathing.

Jian Qiuran wrapped it in a bath towel, hesitated for a moment, and suggested, "Hold your head and cover your ears."

Little White Tiger: "..."

The little white tiger said angrily: "You bastard, you can't be gentle!"

Jian Qiuran turned on the hair dryer, adjusted the temperature and said with a sneer, "It's fine if I serve you, don't put more conditions on me!"

The little white tiger turned over and bit him, and was pressed down by Jian Qiuran's five-fingered mountain, followed by a warm belly.

Jian Qiuran shook the hair dryer: "I'll give you another chance, hold your head!"

The little white tiger was so angry that he exploded and couldn't resist. Seeing that the hair dryer started to move upwards, he could only hug his head and barely cover his ears with his flesh pads.

Unwilling, the little white tiger closed his eyes and wrinkled his face.

Jian Qiuran almost laughed out loud when she looked up, but for the sake of the other party's self-esteem, she managed to hold back, pursed her lips, dried her hair, and let it out of the bathroom.

Afterwards, Jian Qiuran took a bath and changed clothes by herself, and when she returned to the bedroom, she saw the little white tiger lying on the bed sprawled out, and retaliated: "I want to sleep here."

"You want to fart." Jian Qiuran tugged at his tail: "Your nest is in the living room, don't lie on my bed."

"I don't!" the little white tiger groaned, its claws gripped the bed sheet tightly but refused to let go.

However, the disparity in strength was too great, Jian Qiuran grabbed the little white tiger's hind leg and shook it casually a few times, successfully removed the rogue, and threw it straight out the door.

The little white tiger was angry and scratched at the door, and the young man directly played music inside to cover the sound.

"Bastard!" The little white tiger became even angrier, and slammed into the door so hard that he was almost thrown away, and the young man didn't even respond.

It had no choice but to go back to the cat litter in the living room, feeling unlucky and desolate.

If he became a big white tiger, he would definitely be able to knock the door open, and the young man would not throw it out so easily... The little white tiger closed his eyes tiredly. Surprisingly, it did not suffer from insomnia even after the blow the next day fall asleep.

In March, the temperature difference between day and night is large. After nightfall, the room gradually becomes cold and cold. The little white tiger shivered in the cat's nest, absorbing the remaining temperature.

click-

The bedroom door opened suddenly, Jian Qiuran sighed, moved back to the room with her nest and tiger, and folded the blanket to cover Tuanzi.

After the little white tiger loses its space, it is equivalent to an ordinary cat... No, maybe it is not as healthy as others.In short, careful and comprehensive care is required, otherwise a negligence will cause illness, and illness will affect the body that has already turned on the red light, which is very troublesome.

Jian Qiuran is a novice who has never kept a pet before, and is used to the strength of the white dog egg, so she always ignores the things that need attention now—for example, just now, when she threw the little white tiger out of the bedroom, she forgot that it is weak, no matter how thick the fur is. Hardy.

If I only remembered this tomorrow morning, the dog eggs would probably be cold.

Jian Qiuran turned up the temperature of the air conditioner and saw that it was no longer trembling, so she lay back on the bed and continued to sleep.

Good night.On the second day, Jian Qiuran gradually regained consciousness, and before she opened her eyes, she felt a heavy feeling in her chest, as if a big stone was being pressed down, which was extremely uncomfortable.

He frowned, and when he touched a large piece of warm hair, his chaotic head didn't realize what it was, and the young man was so frightened that he woke up completely, and he suddenly looked up at his chest and saw... the little white tiger that should have been sleeping in the cat's nest It was lying on his chest, sleeping soundly with its tail in its arms.

Damn, it's so heavy.

Jian Qiuran took a deep breath, grabbed him by the back of the neck and threw him on the bed, feeling that she couldn't be soft-hearted.

The little white tiger slammed into a tiger pancake and woke up, groaning in a daze, "What are you doing!"

"I should be the one who asked you this, right? Who told you to go to bed?" Jian Qiuran sat up, her voice still hoarse when she woke up.

"I'll do it when I want to." Little White Tiger muttered, not daring to speak too loudly because of his reason.

"I think you want to be beaten." Jian Qiuran was able to hold him down with one hand, raised her eyebrows and said, "I used to be so happy to beat me up. I didn't expect that one day the position will be reversed, and you will have today."

"You bully the little by the big and shameless!"

"Well, I'm shameless."

"..."

The little white tiger was angry, resisted with bared teeth and claws, stretched its short limbs, but because of the big hand on its belly, it turned into a little turtle that couldn't turn over.

Jian Qiuran laughed loudly, and suddenly got why the former big white tiger liked to fight with him-this kind of opponent has no resistance and can only struggle in his hands, don't be too happy.

If this opponent is replaced by an annoying person, the coolness will be doubled directly!

After tossing the little white tiger, Jian Qiuran was in a good mood. When he went out for a run, he was refreshed. On the contrary, the little white tiger he pulled out kept blowing up behind him, but because of his short legs, he couldn't catch up with him.

The little white tiger had never been so wronged.It is tired of dealing with the youth's bullying, and its white fluffy hair blows away at any time. All it thinks in its head is that it wants to become stronger, to bully back, and to make him regret it.

Over time, I didn't even think about Marin all day.

Is the bastard thinking about him?

The little white tiger went to bed in a smear, stared at the young man's sleeping face for a while, and finally rolled into a ball, nestled on the side of the young man's neck and closed his eyes to rest.

"Ha!" A big hand grabbed him accurately, and the young man who was still breathing calmly and seemed to be asleep just now said proudly: "I caught him, go down!"

As he said that, he raised his hand and threw it directly into the cat litter.

Little White Tiger: "..."

Hey!

He wants to take back the emotion! !

A few days later, under the bullying of Jian Qiuran with all his heart, the color of the little white tiger's eyes gradually became lighter, from the rich black at the beginning to the current dark brown, and occasionally it will turn slightly orange if it gets angry.

Jian Qiuran didn't understand its condition, and judged it by the color of his eyes. Although he was relieved about his condition, the daily decrease of the medicine was also a problem.

He has seen the little white tiger whose condition is not under control, and he can guess that the other party's condition will get worse without medicine, but the problem is that five days have passed, and there is still no news from Marin.

Jian Qiuran even wondered if the other party had been killed... After all, this incident happened suddenly and inexplicably, and Marin's care for the little white tiger was even more doting, which was really not his style.

Reasonably speaking, there should be no other person on the entire earth, including Little White Tiger, who understands the disease better than him, and he should know the consequences of his departure.

It's really not his style.

Jian Qiuran stared at the little white tiger to diverge his imagination. Could it be that the little white tiger is the child of a certain boss, who fled here because of the persecution of all parties for his interests, but was discovered because of the long stay, and Marin and the battleship were taken away. At this moment, they are looking for a Crazy little beasts kill at any time...that's how it's played on TV.

"What are you doing?" The little white tiger looked at him vigilantly, the hair on his arched back was blown out.

The young man pondered: "Think about how much money you can earn by reporting."

Little White Tiger: "???"

The little white tiger suspected that he wanted to fight, and he was ready.

While chattering, the phone rang suddenly. Jian Qiuran thought it was from Aunt Zheng or Cheng's brothers, but when she picked it up, she found that it was an unfamiliar number.

Jian Qiuran hesitated for a moment, then clicked to connect: "Hello."

"Hello, is this Mr. Jian?" Sweet standard Mandarin came from the other end of the phone, and after confirming the identity of the young man, Wen Sheng said: "This is Wanyao Company, sorry to disturb you suddenly, but Special Assistant Malin has already I have been away for three full weeks, and the company is currently unable to contact him, and there is a problem with the operation..."

Jian Qiuran: "Say it straight."

"The company decided at a meeting that if Special Assistant Marin could no longer be contacted, emergency measures must be taken..."

Jian Qiuran: "Say it straight."

"After discussion at the meeting, it was agreed that it would be more reasonable to contact the company's shareholders to take power..."

Jian Qiuran: "..."

This is definitely an apprentice taught by Marin!

The other party babbled a lot, and finally said sweetly: "Mr. Lin Jinghuai controls 52% as the largest shareholder, and is managed by Special Assistant Malin. At present, the two gentlemen cannot be contacted, so they can only look for the second place."

"Mr. Jian, you own 30% of the shares and are currently the shareholder with the most shares. Anyway, can you please rush to the company first?"