The Buddha has a cloud, good is rewarded, and evil is rewarded. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Fei'er opened a small door, stood on the side of the door and began to clap her hands rhythmically.

Yang Huairen didn't know what she was going to do, so he struggled to sit up, looking at the dark hole in horror, not knowing what terrible thing was going to come out of it.

"Papa, papa, papa, papa......"

With the crisp rhythm of her clapping hands, there was a gasping sound of "snorting" in the darkness, and gradually two eyes emerged from the hole.

Yang Huairen looked at it, his heart was not good, and he scolded Zhao Fei'er's whole family eight hundred times at the speed of light. It turned out that two tiger cubs slowly walked out of the small door.

Although it is a tiger cub, it is also the size of a large wolfdog. They opened their bloody mouths and pounced towards Yang Huairen with drool!

"I'm grass! Someone, help! Tigers eat people! ”

Yang Huairen scolded at the top of his throat, and instinctively began to shout for help.

"Bite his ear!"

Zhao Fei'er gave instructions to the tiger, leaning against the wall freely, looking at his frightened appearance was full of infinite pleasure, but with a cold smile on his pretty face, "You shout, no one will hear you if you shout it in your throat!" Ha ha! ”

Yang Huairen never thought that Zhao Fei'er would be so perverted, and he would raise a tiger to bite people and play, let alone that a big man in his hall would make dinner for a tiger.

It was too late to think about anything at this time, the two tigers had already pounced in front of him, he was too late to be afraid, there was only a blank space in his head, he closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the moment when he would be torn to pieces by these beasts.

Without waiting for the pain of being bitten madly, Yang Huairen felt two hot and soft things with a fishy smell across his face.

When he opened his eyes in surprise, he found that the tiger did not bite him, but licked his face with his big tongue affectionately.

Zhao Fei'er looked stupid, and couldn't understand the situation in front of him, why did the two little tigers he raised not listen to the instructions to bite the ears of the wicked, and still leaned meekly in his arms, showing such intimacy with him?

Yang Huairen mustered up the courage to stare at the tiger's eyes, only to find that the eyes of the two tigers had a sense of déjà vu.

"Rotten eggs? Hairball? ”

When the two little tigers heard him shout their names, they were even more cheerful, lying on Yang Huairen's body and rubbing him with their bodies, as if they had seen a long-lost partner.

Yang Huairen shouted happily, and his memory returned to his previous life.

At that time, he had just returned to his father's Hutong restaurant, and in addition to the basic work in the kitchen, it was also his job to clean up leftovers and take out the garbage.

Every time I go to take out the garbage, there are always two smelly and dirty stray cats foraging in the garbage heap, both cats are small and thin because they have not eaten enough for a long time, one particularly stinky little black cat has a lame leg, and the other little yellow cat's fur has begun to fester, and the situation is very miserable.

Yang Huairen was already good-hearted, and seeing that they were pitiful, he collected some leftovers and put them on a plate every night after the dinner market, and then secretly put them at the back door of the restaurant for the two poor stray cats to eat.

At first, the two poor kittens were still a little scared, and when he was far away, they came to eat with trepidation, and only after a long time did they trust him.

Yang Huairen picked up some planks again, made a small nest for them in his spare time, placed them under the stairs at the back door, and spread some of his old winter clothes in the nest so that they would not be exposed to the wind and rain.

Later, I learned how to treat their injuries from the Internet, and it didn't take long for the two kittens who were sick and poor to slowly return to their healthy appearance, the lame little black cat was able to walk normally, and the little yellow cat's fur also grew back.

Small animals are spiritual, and whoever is good to them, although they can't say, they know it in their hearts.

Gradually, the two kittens became familiar with him, and Yang Huairen also regarded them as his pets, so he named them, the original stinky black cat was named Rotten Egg, and the other fluffy one was named Maoqiu.

Since then, every day Yang Huairen will go to the back alley when he is resting, bring them some food, and then set up a reclining chair next to their nest, or read a book for a while, or take a nap.

The rotten eggs and furballs jumped on the chaise longue at this time, and lay on top of him one by one, tickling him from time to time.

Later, Yang Huairen's soul wore to a scholar in the Great Song Dynasty, but he didn't expect to meet two friends with the same soul wearing here, and their soul wearing was an upgraded version.

Yang Huairen twisted his body to reveal his hands tied behind his back, and the rotten egg was very clever to bite off the rope buckle with his teeth, and the hairball stood up with his head arched.

Zhao Fei'er was stupid, a small cherry mouth was as big as an egg, as if she had seen a ghost, and she didn't understand what was happening in front of her even if she wanted to break her head.

Yang Huairen forgot that the rope that bound him was his belt, and stood up suddenly, but his pants fell on his ankles, revealing the big pants he had sewn himself.

"Ahh Whoopy thief! ”

Zhao Fei'er shouted and covered her eyes with her hands, Yang Huairen lifted her pants in embarrassment, walked in front of her while she was hiding her face, and had a wall knock with the perverted little Lori.

"Since you have defined your uncle, if your uncle doesn't come up with some facts today, I'm sorry for such a good title!"

Zhao Fei'er secretly put down his hand, and saw that he had already stuck to him, and pressed his left hand on the wall behind him.

His body was almost attached to her, and a stinky face was only less than an inch away from herself, and between gasps, a stream of air sprayed onto her face, itching so uncomfortably, but she didn't dare to look up at his sharp eyes, so she had to lower her head and dare not move.

He wouldn't really bully me, would he? If that's the case, what kind of face do I have to go out to meet people?

Zhao Fei'er's cheeks were red, her chest was heaving, and she thought about it for a while, only to remember that Yang Huairen was just a weak scholar, although he was a man, he was definitely not her opponent, so she raised her right hand and slapped it.

Yang Huairen was angry at this moment, and seemed to react faster, and his strength was greater, and when he saw her right hand coming, he hurriedly withdrew his left hand that was pressed against the wall and held her wrist.

Zhao Fei'er didn't slap him in the face, but he grabbed his wrist tightly, only to find that his strength could be so great, and he was angry and anxious for a while, and raised his left hand to hit him.

Yang Huairen had expected her to have this hand, and he was ready to grab her left wrist with his right hand.

The two slender and delicate wrists were grabbed by Yang Huairen, Zhao Fei'er was shy and didn't know what to do, the two of them were too close to each other, and seeing that the tip of their noses was about to touch, Zhao Fei'er had to lower her head again.

She lowered her head even more embarrassed, Yang Huairen's loose pants fell down again, she closed her eyes tightly in shame, tilted her head and shouted outside the door: "Someone! Help me! ”

Yang Huairen pretended to be a flower thief, and said with a wicked smile: "Hey, hey, hey, it's useless to shout if you break your throat......"