Fat Bao gnawed all the leaves early in the morning, wriggled around, and propped up half of his body to find food, while his owner was still spread out on the couch. Qi Shunhua couldn't help but worry about Feibao's future figure.

At the end of breakfast, everyone went to class, studied and studied, and they were busy, leaving the volunteer Qiqi alone to wash the dishes in the dormitory.

Shaking off the droplets of water in his hand, Qiqi grabbed the big apple on the coffee table with one hand and threw it into the air.

The whole person fell into the sofa on all fours, and after the apple spun around in the air a few times, the other hand caught it steadily. Indulge in a bite and leisurely watch Jojo and Michael's fight every day.

Did the two of them have a grudge in their previous lives, Qiqi was accompanied by a crisp chewing sound, and the reverie continued.

A cat and a dog don't slap each other a few times a day, as if they are uncomfortable.

Every time Michael, he took the initiative to provoke a war, and he was more ruthless, the docile Jojo was almost defensive, and the real fight was just a gentle push with his claws, Michael's immovable meat ball.

After the two fought, they immediately reconciled, stuck together and played, you chase me, I chase you.

When Qiqi was biting the apple, Jojo was playing her favorite catch-up game, she stuck out her tongue, squinted her bright eyes and chased after Michael, who seemed to be bulky but was agile and light.

It's just that Michael is good at jumping, flying around the house, and Jojo can't even touch his hair no matter how he jumps, so he can only be carried around by him.

But Jojo wasn't angry at all, she was happy the whole time, she was happy to have someone to play with her, and she didn't care if she could catch Michael.

The lazy cat Michael was tired of jumping and landed gracefully and paused for a few seconds.

Jojo threw himself forward, bent his front paws, and hugged Michael, "Wang, I got you." ”

The tail swept the floor like a propeller, and he smirked like a big fool, rubbing his big pan face intimately with his face, and happily sticking out his tongue to brush his hair.

It wasn't until the hair on Michael's face was wet that he pushed away the enthusiastic Jojo with a look of disgust.

Jojo watched him push himself away, whistling his tongue, spinning in a circle excitedly, his tail aimed at Michael, and said happily, "You come after me." ”

Before the words fell, he ran away.

Jojo is Michael's opponent.

I saw that Michael stopped Jojo's way with a stretch, and Jojo ran back and was intercepted again.

After a few rounds, Michael didn't run after Jojo, and Jojo was exhausted.

Michael crouched casually on the ground, stepped back and stretched out, picking at his neck at a faster pace.

In preparation for the final blow, Michael lightly jumped on Jojo's back, "Squat." ”

At the sound of an order, Qiaoqiao stuck out his tongue and sighed, his head was close to the ground, and he lay down on the spot obediently.

Michael spread out on all fours and sat comfortably on Jojo's back, his head lying down with Jojo's heavy breathing.

Take a break and meet a cat and a dog to drink.

After drinking the water, Michael got into Jojo's furry arms and found a comfortable sleeping position, and the two cute pets closed their eyes and rested together.

The apple in Qiqi's hand has long become a fleshless core, but because he has been watching the cat and dog fight, he didn't have time to lose it, and the hand holding the core is sticky at this time.

The wrist is forced, a beautiful parabola, and the kernel falls into the garbage basket unmistakable.

"Not bad." Qiqi snapped his fingers, very satisfied with his skills.