Jiang Yuduo did not answer Cheng Ke's question, which he thought was forcibly saving face. He just glanced at him and walked out with his things: "There is still a bag there, please help me get it."

Cheng Ke held the cat in his coat in one hand, picked up the bag on the ground with the other, followed him and closed the door: "Do you need to lock it?"

"No, the old lady came here in the afternoon and found that she would curse people if she had twisted her circles before she could open the door." Jiang Yuduo said.

"What's wrong with this?" Cheng Ke was stunned.

"I would say I don't want her to come in," said Jiang Yuduo.

"The old lady is so difficult to serve..." Cheng Ke was a little speechless.

"I have been cleaned up for a day, but I'm afraid that there will be no place to clean up," Jiang Yuduo sighed. "She can scold me for two hours."

"Did Lu Qian rent this house to you?" Cheng Ke asked.

"No," said Jiang Yuduo, "I lived in vain."

"Oh," Cheng Ke replied, "Does the old lady come often?"

"Come on for a few months," said Jiang Yuduo. "I usually go out for a few days. Now it's a bit troublesome to have cats."

"Actually, you," Cheng Ke stood with him at the entrance of the corridor. I don't know if he wants to take a taxi or what he wants to do. "It's good to rent a house by yourself, don't be angry with the old lady."

"I'm not angry," Jiang Yuduo looked at the intersection and whispered, "His grandma scolds me all day long, I think it's good."

"What are your hobbies?" Cheng Ke looked at him.

"You don't understand," said Jiang Yuduo, "The feeling of living in the world."

"Is that right?" Cheng Ke frowned, "Then am I dead in the world? I can't stand someone scolding me."

Jiang Yuduo glanced at him: "I'm different from you."

We are different.

Cheng Ke sang a sentence in his heart.

After standing for about two minutes, a Lu Xun drove over and stopped in front of them. Chen Qing jumped out of the car.

"Damn it! There is a broken Sanlun at the intersection and there is no one else. I dragged Sanlun away before coming in," Chen Qing looked at the things they were holding, "That's all?"

"Have I said a lot?" Jiang Yuduo stared at him, "Why don't you drive a pickup truck?"

"There is no pickup truck in the store today," Chen Qing took the cat cage from his hand and put it in the trunk. "Ji...ke..."

"Please," said Cheng Ke, "Jiejia, can you forget my name?"

"Brother Ji," said Chen Qing, "Let the things come over."

Cheng Ke put the bag in his hand in the trunk, then held the cat and went to the back seat.

"Third brother," Chen Qing started the car, "How about you stay at my house and you can still eat."

"Don't I always eat at any time?" Jiang Yuduo said.

"It will be inconvenient for you to stay in a hotel, and you can't do it yourself," said Chen Qing.

"Forget it, your mother is quite disliked by me, and she is not very disliked by you," said Jiang Yuduo, "I live with Cheng Ke."

"Ah?" Chen Qing looked at Cheng Ke from the rearview mirror, "You went to clean up the house and cook for him, right?"

"...Not to it." Cheng Ke sighed.

However, after hearing what Jiang Yuduo said, he wanted to live with him, but he was a little unhappy at this moment, and always felt that he had done something shameful.

Jiang Yuduo didn't know what he was thinking.

"Then..." Chen Qing wanted to say something, but hesitated for a while and then didn't say anything, "Okay, it's only been these two days anyway."

After sending them downstairs, Chen Qing rushed back to the store.

Cheng Ke took the cat out of his clothes. The cat probably followed Jiang Yuduo for a long time and was very wild. He ran back and forth in his clothes, and his claws probably grabbed several marks on him.

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything, looking thoughtful.

After entering the door, he put down everything, and then he looked at Cheng Ke and said, "I have something to say, don't be angry."

"Tell me," Cheng Ke sat on the sofa, "I have a good temper."

"I treat you as a friend," said Jiang Yuduo, "so you... like men and cute little ones. I don't care. I won't think you... perverted or something."

Cheng Ke glanced at him and said nothing.

"Just," Jiang Yuduo said it very hard, but the expression on his face was very serious. It can be seen that what he was going to say was very important to him. "If you really have any ideas, I won't say anything. After all, it's... your own business, but... anyway... you have to hold it in, don't let me feel it."

Cheng Ke was silent.

No surprise, no stunned.

Now I think of getting up and opening the window and jumping out.

He has experienced what he likes and is liked, rejected and rejected, and usually just hints about what he understands each other's meaning.

But Jiang Yuduo was serious and serious in his tone as if he was giving an ultimatum, as if he slapped him in the face.

This was the first time he had tasted this embarrassment and a blunt blow that he didn't give any face.

This taste is simply mixed and unsubtle.

He knew one thing now that his skin was far from as thick as he thought.

"Third Brother," Cheng Ke lit a cigarette, "What did you feel?"

"I don't know what it feels like to be interested in someone," Jiang Yuduo looked at him, "but I know what it feels like to be interested in me."

"Fuck|Your uncle," said Cheng Ke, "I don't even have any interest in you, do you understand?"

Jiang Yuduo still looked at him, and after a while, he spoke: "I'm not a fool."

"I'll give you a minute, no, a second," Cheng Ke pointed to the door and said, "Get out."

Jiang Yuduo hesitated for a moment, took a step to the other side of the door, and stopped again: "Don't be angry, I'm..."

"I'll tell you to get out now, don't be angry," said Cheng Ke, "one second."

Jiang Yuduo paused, went over and opened the door and walked out.

After the door was closed, Cheng Ke pinched off the cigarette, lowered his head and was stunned for a while, put his hand in his hair and grabbed it. He was irritated and pulled it all over his head. How did this happen!

When I raised my head, I saw Meow sitting on the coffee table, looking at him intently.

"You're not watching it?" Cheng Ke glared at it, "Go away!"

Meow ignored him and didn't move.

Cheng Ke looked at the various cat supplies that had not been sorted out, and sent him a moment of five minutes, then stood up and opened the things and took them out.

In cat cages and cat nests, Jiang Yuduo usually placed them next to the radiator. He placed the cat nest next to the radiator. The basin of food and water was placed next to the kitchen door, and the small towel for sleeping was placed in the nest, and the cat toilet was placed in the human toilet.

When I was carried into the toilet, I kowtowed on the door frame, and the cat litter spilled all over the floor, and the meow screamed from behind.

"I understand!" Cheng Ke turned around and shouted, "You can shit if you don't have a few cat litter!"

Meow didn't yell at him, she sat down calmly, raised her paws and licked it.

Cheng Ke is very skilled in sweeping the floor now. It took him only twenty seconds to sweep the cat litter and when he was about to return it to the cat toilet, he glanced at the cat who had been staring at him, and finally poured the cat litter into the trash can.

"Okay." He said.

Meow stood up and went into the toilet, walked around and came out again.

It is probably an inspection.

Cheng Ke poured water into the water basin, returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, and Miao quickly followed him, jumped onto the sofa, and lay on his lap.

"Go ahead!" Cheng Ke picked it up and threw it aside.

It came over quickly and fell back on his lap.

Cheng Ke threw it away twice, and it fell back. Cheng Ke sighed, ignored it, lay on the sofa, and turned on the projector with the remote control.

Watch a movie.

He searched in the set-top box for a while, and picked a random movie that was so scattered that he was racing and racing.

He just watched the beginning and before the opening of the movie came out, he fell asleep.

But I didn't sleep for long, and the movie was still ending when I woke up.

He was supposed to be able to sleep until night, but he was awakened. Meow didn't know when it fell on his chest.

Fortunately, I didn't watch horror movies, so I would have a nightmare.

He sat up and looked at the time. He missed lunch and the tea time was almost the same. When he thought of what to eat, he glanced at the cat food. Are you hungry after me after all the time?

Do cats eat three meals a day?

How much do you eat at each meal?

Canned food every meal?

Cheng Ke had no idea about these things at all. He took out his mobile phone, stared at the black screen for a long time, and then threw the phone aside.

Take some, but you can't die.
To be continued...