Chapter 269 That’s your little cat too.

Fu Ming pursed his lips lightly, grabbed his chubby cheeks, and said with a dumb smile: "Mei Yi, you...are you joking, right? Don't make such a joke next time, it won't be an exception."

"I'm serious, Ah Ming."

Yayi looked at Fu Ming who was smiling, stood on tiptoes, took a sip at the corner of Fu Ming's mouth, and then stared at Fu Ming with a serious expression.

"...Mei Yi, you are still young, so you may have some misunderstandings about your love. This time, I will pretend that I didn't hear you. We are still good friends."

Fu Ming's smile froze, and he slowly lowered his eyes. He looked at the serious Mei Yi, and gradually flattened the corners of his raised mouth. He knelt down and held Mei Yi's shoulders, with a particularly serious expression.

Yayi bit her lip, unwilling to give in, but looking at Fu Ming's serious look, she retreated in order to advance. She held Fu Ming's hand and said, "Okay, you can wait until I grow up, right?"

Fu Ming didn't say anything. He smiled at Ya Yi, turned around, picked up the biscuits on the ground, and came to the sofa. He sat down on the spot where his cat often lay down, and Ya Yi walked towards her and curled her fingers.

"Mei, the cat is back, is this bounty..."

Yayi sat down next to Fu Ming, hugged Fu Ming's arm, and said, "Okay, if you like money, I can give you the dowry my father prepared for me."

(Thunder Ryoma silently squatted on the ground and smoked a cigarette. He took a puff, Feng'er took a puff...)

"No, I'm not interested in money." The corners of Fu Ming's mouth raised, and he couldn't help but sympathize with Lao Ma for a second, and then laughed while knocking on the wooden fish for the remaining 59 seconds.

Yayi was a little disappointed in her heart and threw away the idea of ​​using money to trap Fu Ming.

"Okay, let me finish my words and remove the bounty. It's no longer necessary."

Fu Ming looked at Mei Yi who had misunderstood him, and rubbed his head tenderly and lovingly.

Then his eyes fell on Mei Yi's red and swollen eyes, and he sighed helplessly. He immediately gathered light in his palms and gently covered his eyes. After a while, his eyes returned to normal.

"Is it better?"

Mei Yi shook her head, and then nodded: "Well, it doesn't hurt anymore." But the pain in her heart has not healed yet.

After a brief chat, the heart that was originally tense due to Fu Ming's departure also relaxed. Mei Yi, who had not slept well for a month, began to feel heavy eyelids, and sleepiness came like a tide.

But he didn't dare to close his eyes and fall asleep. He pinched his thighs to keep himself awake, for fear that if he closed his eyes, Fu Ming's figure would disappear from his eyes again.

Fu Ming looked at the stubborn Ya Yi and whispered: "Take a rest if you feel sleepy."

"I am not sleepy....."

Yayi leaned on Fu Ming's shoulder, with a sweet but not greasy aroma lingering on the tip of his nose. His eyes became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness gradually faded into nothingness.

Fu Ming picked up Mei Yi and returned to the room, put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt. When she turned to go out, Mei Yi closed her eyes tightly, frowned slightly, and grabbed Fu Ming's hand to prevent her from leaving.

Fu Ming's eyes were fixed, looking at the scar that appeared on Mei Yi's originally white and tender arm. The scar looked like it was obviously scratched by a cat...

Thinking of this, Fu Ming couldn't help but frown.

He also recalled in his mind the time in Eternal Paradise, when Mei Yi's hand was wrapped in a sleeve. He was also curious at the time, but did not interfere. Now it seems that it was to cover the scar.

Fu Ming sighed softly and stretched out his hand to gently touch the scar. Yayi seemed to be aware of it and murmured to A Ming.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

As the sun set and night gradually fell, Mei woke up from the bed. A trace of trance flashed across her pupils. She silently sat up from the bed and reached out to rub her aching head.

"Are you really dreaming...?"

At this time, Fu Ming pushed open the door and looked at Yayi, who had her head buried in the pillow, shoulders trembling and crying silently, and put the steaming meat porridge in her hand on the table.

Fu Ming sat by the bed, patted her shoulder gently, his eyes full of care, handed over a tissue, and joked: "I almost cried like a little cat."

Yayi raised her head and looked at Fu Ming's soft eyes and the spring breeze-like smile. The worries and uneasiness in her heart slowly dissipated. She took the tissue handed over by Fu Ming and wiped away the remaining tears on her face.

"That's your little cat too."

Yayi threw away the tissue in her hand, laughed, shyly punched Fu Ming's chest with her small fist, and then hugged Fu Ming happily.

Fu Ming took out a comb to comb Yayi's messy hair, and coaxed a child and said, "Yes, yes, yes, little cat, I have lost weight after not seeing you for a month. Do you want some hot porridge?"

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