Shen Miaomiao shook her ears, looked up, and traced the face of her own shit shovel officer inch by inch.

Gu Mingyi's eyebrows are particularly heroic, his eyes are also very sharp, and his high nose bridge is a standard template in the plastic surgery industry.

His lips are thin, and he is always pursed, giving people a feeling of being alienated thousands of miles away, especially serious.

But once he laughed, his facial lines became particularly soft, and his gilt-gold pupils looked like a clear lake full of sunshine, which was full of warmth.

Whether it is family background, appearance ability, or even moral quality, Gu Mingyi can be said to be one of all the shit shoveling officers Shen Miaomiao has met who are very good in every aspect.

Gu Mingyi's love of cleanliness is comparable to those of the shit shoveling officers who used to be obsessed with cleanliness, but it doesn't make him feel uncomfortable.

You can go to the hall, go to the kitchen, kill the Zerg, and fight the Federation. It is a must for home travel.

If the diet is not so healthy, it is even better to order takeout occasionally, eat barbecue snacks, fried chicken, and drink happy water milk tea.

Thinking of this, Shen Miaomiao started to be greedy again, only to feel that a feather was scratching and scratching on her heart, making it almost itch to death.

As soon as it rolled over, it was about to roll when it suddenly felt weightless.

Shen Miaomiao's heart throbbed, and she suddenly realized that the place where she was lying was neither the floor nor the sofa, but the narrow windowsill!

The kitten's light blue cat's eyes widened, full of grief and anger waiting for the pain to come, but was caught in mid-air.

Shen Miaomiao hurriedly grabbed Gu Mingyi's hand, still having some lingering fears.

"You, don't be so rash." After placing Shen Miaomiao on the table, Gu Mingyi bent his fingers and tapped the cat's head lightly with a slightly helpless tone.

Fortunately, he usually pays attention to putting away the knives and sharp objects in the house, and he just moved quickly. If he puts something under it and doesn't catch the kitten, this little guy will not be injured?

Shen Miaomiao calmed down, turned her head sharply to look at the windowsill, and her round cat pupils instantly turned into the shape of a small knife.

It gritted its teeth, rushed up angrily, and slapped the windowsill twice.

Big guts!

A mere windowsill dared to assassinate His Majesty the cat!

I want to shark you!

Gu Mingyi looked at the kitten who reported his revenge on the spot, and couldn't hold back, he laughed out loud.

Shen Miaomiao was instantly angry, she turned her head and shouted at Gu Mingyi, "Miao ao!"

What are you laughing at, you stinky shit shoveler, didn't you see His Majesty the cat is teaching the window sill that doesn't have long eyes!

Take a look at what garbage window sill you chose, it's so narrow that His Majesty the cat can't even roll if he wants to!

Shen Miaomiao was so angry that she hugged Gu Mingyi's hand and tried to soothe her.

In this way, it was not relieved, and fell directly on the table, then its front paws hugged Gu Mingyi's hand, and then kicked wildly, as if taking Gu Mingyi's hand as prey.

This level of injury was neither painful nor itchy to Gu Mingyi, so he didn't pull his hand back, and felt that the kitten who pressed the plane's ears and made a tantrum was cute.

Shen Miaomiao bit and kicked, exhausting herself.

After releasing it, looking at the small teeth marks on Gu Mingyi's hand and the marks of the kick, he snorted with satisfaction, then squinted his eyes and looked at Gu Mingyi arrogantly, and said arrogantly, "Mi?"

Now you know you are afraid, do you dare to provoke your Majesty the cat in the future?

Gu Mingyi thought of the pet doctor's advice, tried his best to restrain his smile, and said sincerely, "Sorry, I was wrong just now, I shouldn't be laughing at you."

Shen Miaomiao snorted, jumped off the table with her head held high, and Le Diandian went to the living room.

Gu Mingyi looked at the tip of the kitten's swaying tail, smiled and shook his head.

This kitten is obviously small, not as big as his slap, but it can bring so much joy to his life.

No wonder there are so many miserable migrant workers who eat special food and wear discounted clothes, but are willing to buy the best canned cat food and the most expensive cat food for their masters.

Because it's worth it.

The joy and companionship of raising a cat is something that no amount of money can experience.

Gu Mingyi's eyes were much gentler, and he had no doubt that if the little kitten wanted the moon in the sky, he would try his best to take it off and hold it in front of this little guy.

Shen Miaomiao took a few steps and saw that Gu Mingyi didn't keep up, she turned around in doubt, and saw that her own shit shovel officer was looking at her with those affectionate eyes.

His heart skipped a beat, and he was suddenly a little shy.

It's embarrassing to look at it like this.

This shit shoveler doesn't learn well, and he knows how to tempt His Majesty the cat with beauty all day long.

Gu Mingyi looked at the kitten with all the expressions written on his face. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He took off his apron and wiped his hands with a clean towel. The lieutenant came to visit.

Shen Miaomiao shook her ears, thinking that she had promised to go to the First Army to shoot a promotional video yesterday, she was instantly excited.

After being bored at home for so long, it can finally open up new territory!

Shen Miaomiao put aside her short legs and couldn't wait to run to the door, her flowing fur also showed a happy mood.

Gu Mingyi smiled and shook his head, picked up the cat bag that he had packed up a long time ago, and followed.

The adjutant stood outside waiting, and as soon as the courtyard door opened, he saw a small hairy ball rushing towards him. His heart seemed to be hit by a cannonball, and he was so cute that he could not wait to bark.

He squatted down on his knees, smiled and stretched out his hand, "Good morning, little guy."

Shen Miaomiao paid tribute, pressed the paw pad to the adjutant's palm, and said "Mi" as a greeting.

Listening to this sweet little milky voice, holding the soft little paw pads, the adjutant's heart is about to melt.

God, how can there be such a cute, sensible and lively kitten?

I really want to steal it home and kiss and hold it high every day!