He Guan'er couldn't love it so much, if it weren't for Mo Chunshan's repeated orders that she couldn't give them too much, she really didn't know how many snacks she had to feed Xiaocao.

It is rare for the sun in early spring to be so hot, and a ray of sunlight in the afternoon shines obliquely into the twenty-ninth floor, and half of the living room is bright. The two cats were well fed and drunk, and both lay on the mats on the windowsill to bask in the sun and nap.

The indoor floor heating was turned on to the lowest, the temperature of more than 20 degrees and the warm sunshine, He Waner sat on the sofa and hugged a pillow, looking at the cartoons on his mobile phone, his eyebrows couldn't help but sour.

She yawned, couldn't help but feel sleepy, and fell asleep not long after putting down her phone.

After sleeping for I don't know how long, He Wan'er gradually woke up.

The sunlight outside the window was still dazzling, but it looked like the position was slightly westerly, and she was just about to sit up, when she suddenly noticed that her head was a little heavy.

"Huh?"

He Wan'er just woke up and his mind was not so awake, and he didn't know why he remembered the cartoon he watched before falling asleep. The protagonist is a zombie sand sculpture cartoon that dances to the point of breaking her head and feet, isn't it that she slept and her head fell off?

She suddenly sobered up, moved her neck again, and realized that there was still a feeling of weight pressing on it.

In addition to this, there are also small and fragmented sounds. He Wan'er didn't know what to do, but happened to see the scene in the reflection of the glass.

It turned out to be a black round plush object squatting on the back of the sofa, just holding down her hair.

As for what the object was, He Wan'er also reacted immediately - the briquettes were lying on the back of the sofa and pressing her hair, still licking the hair on the top of her head a little bit.

He Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and the next second was flattered.

She suddenly didn't want to move, afraid that if she did, she would scare away the briquettes. You know, this cat ancestor has never been willing to look at her squarely.

She wondered what was there in her hair that made the briquettes lick tirelessly, could it be that the briquettes were licked because of the salt in the sweat?

It's not right, I can wash my hair after swimming today, it's so clean.

He Wan'er thought for a while, and smiled happily - no matter what, the briquettes must like to lick them, or else you would see someone licking ice cream and no one licking.

He Wan'er couldn't iron it in his heart, and let the briquette lick his hair motionlessly, but twisted it a little when his neck was sore, so as not to scare away the briquette uncle with too much movement.

So Mo Chunshan, who came home from the company at four o'clock, saw He Wan'er half-paralyzed on the sofa as soon as he opened the door, smiling with his aunt on his face, and the briquettes were squatting on her head, licking her hair.

He frowned and said in disgust, "What are you laughing at stupidly?"

He Guaner hurriedly raised his index finger and made a "shhhh

However, the briquettes had already heard Mo Chunshan's voice.

It jumped off the sofa lightly, ran to the foot of Mo Chunshan and rubbed it around, and after getting the owner's touch, it ignored He Wan'er, who continued to collapse on the sofa, shook its big tail, and ran to the cat to find grass to play with over there.

He Wan'er stood up regretfully for a while: "The briquettes licked me just now." ”

She said as she touched the top of her head in intoxication, starry eyes: "It's so cute." ”

"Cute?" Mo Chunshan took half a step back, "You have cat saliva in your hair, stay away from me." ”

He Wan'er picked the corners of his eyes and crossed his waist: "I think you're jealous, right?

The last word of her last word was provocative, and Mo Chunshan understood what she was proud of.

He laughed and coughed lightly: "It's really scary to be uneducated, I suggest you Baidu what does it mean for a cat to lick your fur, and then talk about it, depending on whether it is a good thing or a bad thing for you to be licked." ”

After speaking, he ignored her, went straight into the study alone, and closed the door with his hand, with a look of the momentum that you don't bother me when I want to work.

But the meaningful smile on his face before made He Wan'er feel that this matter might not be simple.

Mo Chunshan was not at the scene, He Guaner took out his mobile phone and started Baidu.

There are many explanations on the mobile phone about cat licking hair, He Waner clicked on one and read it out unconsciously: "The cat's grooming behavior is a social connection method, if the cat licks your hair, it means that it has identified with you and regarded you as a companion." ”

When He Wan'er saw this, he couldn't help but look at the door of the study and make a YES.

Sure enough, as she expected, the briquettes would lick her if they liked her! Mo Chunshan, a dead, was jealous of her, and he just couldn't get used to her, and he grabbed the first place in the briquette's heart after only a few days.

She was even more smug and continued to look excitedly.

"A cat's licking of its fur means that it has treated you like one of its kind. And in the world of cats, cats who feel that they have a high status will lick the fur of a cat with a low status. ”

He Wan'er's face changed--what?

"If you are licked by the cat owner, remember to feed it first and then eat it yourself, because the leader has priority in eating. If you don't want to be licked, then show your power, you can try grinding your claws on the wall, growling, maybe you can improve your status in the eyes of the cat owner......"

The smile gradually solidified at the corner of his mouth, and when he saw the last sentence, He Guaner was angry.

No wonder Mo Chunshan laughed so hatefully, talking about the arrogance that he would never lick his hair and look like.

It turns out that the briquettes licked her hair, whether she was a cat or a cat with a lower status than it!

He Wan'er threw his mobile phone on the sofa, covered his face and became angry, he saw a black shadow jumping along the wall from between his fingers, and couldn't help but shout: "Briquettes! You explain it to me clearly! Why are you higher than me!"

Mo Chunshan was separated by a study door, and he could still hear He Guan'er chatterically talking to the cat outside.

He couldn't stop laughing, and he didn't want the laughter to be heard by her outside the door, so the report in his hand fell on the desk.

The Spring Festival is generally seven days, but because of the special nature of the work, the post-holiday work time of Shancheng Weekly is generally arranged after the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, especially in the financial sector where He Guaner is located, there is nothing to report, and the Spring Festival is the lightest off-season.

However, the off-season does not mean that there is no typesetting, so He Guaner, as the head of the department, has to go to work on the seventh day of the first month.

This Spring Festival is the most tiring Spring Festival He Guaner has ever had, although he didn't do much, but he was tired and didn't rest at all.

So much has happened in just one week.

At first, she just thought that acting in a scene with Mo Chunshan to deceive his aunt was not a bad thing to earn a little extra money while doing good deeds.

As a result, she didn't expect the butterfly effect caused by this incident to make her unable to cope - under the coincidence again and again, now her family, friends, and classmates almost all know about Mo Chunshan's existence, only colleagues.

Moreover, the speed of news in the information age is comparable to the speed of light, and I believe that it will not be long before this news will spread into the circle of her work.

When the time comes, I am afraid that there will be an uproar.

He Guaner regretted it as soon as he thought of this result, blaming himself for not being soft-hearted and greedy that day, causing the current situation of riding a tiger.

After two consecutive nights of insomnia, she gradually figured out a truth - whatever, she didn't plan to marry anyway, it doesn't matter if others think she married once, and even when she is forced to marry by relatives in the future, she can make an expression that she has been let down by others and has been embarrassed;

Well, if you think about it this way, it's a blessing in disguise.

After doing a good job of psychological construction, she finally had a good night's sleep, woke up refreshed early in the morning of the seventh day of the new year, and then crept up for fear of waking up Mo Chunshan, who might still be sleeping.